Canadianpilot and Dēda

Boy Vacations Inc.

Chapters 9-16

Norman walked out onto the flagstones that circled the private swimming pool that was behind the dual guest houses. The evening breeze was warm on his skin as the sun sank slowly in the west. It was going to be a nice warm Florida evening.

Porticos facing the water extended in front of each of the twin pool houses. These structures were both functional as well as beautifully crafted imitations of the columns that surround the Court of the Lions at the Alhambra in Granada. Across the long far side of the pool an eight foot [2½ m] wall of what appeared to be travertine completed the aura of privacy that was the pool enclosure. Set in the wall were three lions' heads that emptied water into the pool in three graceful parallel arcs. The young State Department employee looked at the 25 meters [80 ft.] long 6 meters [20 ft.] wide pool and thought to himself that this, if nothing else at this resort, was indeed something that whispered 'luxury' to the guests using the guest house complex.

He dropped his towel on the nearest poolside table and walked the short distance to the end of the pool. Then there was a brief splash as he lowered himself into the 4 ft. [1.2 m] deep warm water, adjusted his goggles, and began to swim laps.

***

Minutes later, still naked, Ali and Kyle bounded out of the door from their room onto the flagstones of the pool. However, the peacock was faster than they were and was just disappearing around the corner of the pool house when they got to the end of the pool itself. It was then that they noticed Norman Fisher swimming laps in the pool. The two nude teens stood there at the side of the pool nearest their room and marveled at his form. After all, to them he was something of an 'old man', even if he was only in his early thirties.

At first the swimmer did not notice them for, like most serious swimmers, he was only concentrating on his stroke and his thoughts about his current assignment. Then he caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his goggles as he turned his head in their direction as he grabbed a breath of air just before his flip-turn.

Norman stopped suddenly in the water stumbling upright to his feet. Dripping water and sputtering, he looked up to see two good-looking quite naked teenagers looking back at him.

Ali was the first to speak. "Mind if we join you?" he asked smiling at the man in the water.

Somewhat stunned by the casualness of the boys' nudity, a confused Fisher stammered "Not at all, but don't you need swim suits or something?"

"No, we'll enjoy our swim more without them," replied Ali. "Besides, this is a 'Boy Vacations' resort and they're optional, particularly in a private pool."

"Would you prefer that I leave so that you can have the pool to yourselves? Particularly since I'm not exactly a guest," Norman asked.

"Not unless you're through swimming," answered Ali. "After all, this is a good-sized pool and there's plenty of room for all of us."

Both Ali and Kyle lowered themselves into the pool. The warm water felt good. The last of the sun's rays had faded and a twilight glow was all that remained of the brilliant sunlight for which Florida is justly famous. Lights in the porticos of the pool houses and those set underwater into the sides of the pool now provided illumination for the swimmers. Fisher regarded their slim well-muscled forms and felt a stirring in his groin. Trying to shake off the feeling, he slowly resumed his swim. Then, the two boys began to swim laps alongside him enjoying the feel of the water on their skins. Dinner could wait for a while.

***

The van pulled up beside Jack Wilkinson's guest house and proceeded to unload Jim Horton and his boys. The driver directed them to a horseshoe shaped gate in the stucco-covered wall at the side of the house. The coach tried the wrought iron knob set in the heavy wooden door to find that it opened readily.

Jim and his boys slowly filed into the private pool area where Norman Fisher, Ali, and Kyle were already enjoying themselves. It took only seconds for the boys to note that neither teen was wearing a suit. If those boys could swim naked then so could they was the general feeling of the Georgia boy wrestlers. Most thought to themselves that Coach Horton had been right about not needing a swim suit and began to shed their clothes on the chairs at the tables beside the pool.

Both of the team jocks, 13 year-old Chad Owens and Bill Martin lived up to their reputation when naked. The two teammates were well-hung boys. The already considerable length of their circumcised three and a half inch [9 cm] penises compared to their still developing bodies made them appear even more endowed. Their bodies were tight, lean, and supple with indications of the hard muscles that were beginning to form. The only real difference between the two was the fact that Chad at five foot nine [1.80 m] was almost an inch [2½ cm] taller than Bill. Like their teammates, they had shaved the pubic hair above their penises so that nothing would show through their singlets when they wrestled.

Twelve year-old Frank White was 5ft 4 feet [1.60 m] tall and had curly brown hair, blue-eyes, and a clear complexion. Although only weighing 125 lbs. [56 kg], he was a strong looking boy, with an athletic build. Much to the chagrin of Harry Wilson, his best friend, he had a hairless but prominent 3in. [7½ cm] circumcised penis. Harry was envious because the only physical difference between the two friends was the fact that the Wilson boy's penis was only about 2 and a half in. [6 cm] long. That may seem like trivia to a group of adults, but among twelve year-old boys that was all the difference in the world.

The other Martin brother, 10 yr. old Sam, was 4 foot 10 [1.50 m] tall and like his older brother had dark brown hair. His father had started his boys lifting weights at an early age so that while only weighing about 100 lbs. [45 kg] he was already becoming well-formed with muscles that as yet only hinted at what would in a couple of years be a very muscular young man. While he had as yet to begin puberty, he was well endowed in the genital department with a two inch [5 cm] flaccid penis.

The final naked boy was Alex Williams. Alex was one of those auburn haired kids with freckles. The same size as Sam Martin, the main difference from his friend and teammate was the fact that having freckles meant that he did not tan easily. Still, he stripped well, for like Sam, he regularly lifted weights with his friend.

Jim Horton slipped out of his golf shirt and let his board shorts drop to the flagstones. Then he picked them up and put them on a chair at a table beside the pool along with his crocs. He stood there in nothing but his black Speedo trying to decide if he would swim naked with his boys. He knew that they would not mind because they like to play a game of 'Horse' that was more fun when all of the players were naked in the water. To Jim, all of them were lean, muscular good-looking boys who had worked hard training to be ready to compete as wrestlers for the team that he coached back in the Atlanta suburbs. He was glad that he could offer them a little fun before they would wrestle for the pleasure of Jack Wilkinson and most likely some of the other Boy Vacations guests. After all, some of those 'guests' had unusual tastes as he well knew.

***

Back in his own room, Claude Ericson rechecked Jack Wilkinson's food order for the swimming party. So the old guy's going to have a pool party for the boy wrestlers. That ought to give him plenty of time to size up those boys. If they aren't swimming naked when he gets there, they will be when they get out of the pool. Clever old Jack, I can remember a few naked pool parties from when I myself worked here at Boy Vacations, thought Claude as he smiled to himself. Then he reached for the house phone and ordered a golf cart made available to take him over to the Wilkinson guest house. I think that I'll check this party out, just to see what type of boys are currently appealing to Jack and his guests. If any questions are asked about my being there, I can always say that I am just making sure that the staff is taking care of everything in the best possible manner, he thought to himself.

***

Ali and Kyle had stopped swimming when Jim Horton and his boys entered the pool area. The two teens waved at the newcomers. Then Ali said "I was not aware that there was anything scheduled this evening here in the pool. Do we need to get out and let you have it for a party or some other function?"

"No, not at all," replied Coach Horton. "Mr. Wilkinson invited us over for a swimming party. He said to go ahead and enjoy the pool if he was not here when we arrived as he had some business to conclude. He's our sponsor for our trip here to Boy Vacations Florida. We would be glad to have you join us."

"Hello, coach," yelled Norman Fisher. "Is it OK if I stay for a while? I'm not exactly a guest as you know."

"Sure stay. You're Fisher from the State Department. Right? Besides, we need another adult for the game of 'Horse' that the boys like to play. You've played 'Horse' at some time when you were growing up haven't you?"

"Of course, we played that when I was a kid? What's the plan? You and I as the horses for a couple of your boys?" asked Fisher with a smile on his face.

"Sort of," responded Horton sheepishly. "They like to play the game where the adult has one of them on his shoulders while the other team members get to be 'piranhas' and attack the horse underwater. They can do anything except use their hands. We play the game with everyone nude. That prevents any of the players from grabbing or otherwise holding onto anything on the 'horse,' except for the 'horse' himself. How about it? We could use you to make it come out even. Will you be one of the horses?"

Norman Fisher hesitated for a moment wondering if this was something that he ought to do or could it get him into trouble with the main office of the State Department back in Washington. Then he figured What the Hell, anything to keep Jack Wilkinson's guests happy was the order. So he smiled one of those knowing smiles that let Jim Horton know that the meaning of the game had not been lost on him.

"Why not? It sounds like fun. I haven't played 'Horse' since I was in school. Let me slip out of my suit and I'll be one of the horses. I guess that leaves you as the other one," replied Fisher as he fumbled with the wet string of his swim briefs. Slipping them off, he felt a brief twinge in his three and a half inch [9 cm] flaccid penis as he stood there in four feet [1.2 m] of water. Like the boys, he regularly shaved his body hair so there was nothing for them to pull, if that was the direction that the game would take. With one delft motion he tossed the wet suit in the direction of the chair where he had left his towel.

Jim Horton still standing on the flagstone terrace that surrounded the pool waved in the direction of Norman Fisher and responded "Great! Let's have some fun." Then he untied the string of his Speedo and slipped it off. Like Fisher and his boys, he too was hairless in the pubic area. He told them that if he would require them to be hairless, then he would be too. Secretly, he knew that he had not had pubic hair since he had first joined the staff at Boy Vacations when he was fifteen. Sex was better without it.

Once everyone was in the water, all six of the boy wrestlers huddled around Coach Horton and Norman Fisher while Ali and Kyle paddled over to one side of the pool to watch the opening match. Two adults as 'horses' each holding up one boy on their shoulders with two other boys serving as 'piranha' and attacking the horses would make for an interesting and exciting game. The two thirteen year-old teens decided that watching what they assumed would be the first contest would suit them just fine. Besides, it might give them some pointers, if they got to play in one of the later matches.

It was quickly decided that Alex and Sam, being the smallest would be the riders. Chad and Frank would be on the same team with Alex who would ride Norman Fisher. Sam would ride Coach Horton while his brother Bill and Harry Wilson would be the rest of their team.

There was a lot of splashing and laughing among the boys as Sam Martin spread his legs wide. Then, Jim Horton swam under him so that his head passed between the boy's legs. Still under water, he thrust his arms up and Sam grabbed his hands in his own. Once their grip was firm, the coach shot up through the water with young Sam squarely on his shoulders with his legs around the man's chest. Quickly, the boy secured his position by wrapping his legs around the man's ribs with his lower legs and feet extending back under the coach's arms so that they were behind his back. Of course, this had the effect of pressing Sam's bare two inch [5 cm] flaccid penis up against his coach's neck. There was nothing that Jim Horton could do, his own cock started to harden as a consequence of having a boy's bare penis pressed to his flesh. In moments, his erect 5 inch [12½ cm] organ stood straight out from his body. This was a normal side effect of the way that these boys played the game and no one gave it any thought except Norman Fisher.

The young State Department representative had forgotten that when playing 'Horse' the rider's penis is always pressed against the person who is serving as the horse. Naked as he was, he was not sure what to do next. Anyone taking a photo of him with a naked kid on his shoulders while he himself was nude with an erection could end his career. Still, it was too late to back out now. Norman swallowed hard thinking to himself What the Hell have I gotten myself into? as he dove underwater to take young Alex on his shoulders. As he expected, only moments later he had a raging rock hard 5 inch [12½ cm] penis stimulated by the auburn-haired boy's flaccid organ up against his flesh. At least he doesn't have pubic hair tickling my neck, thought Fisher as he adjusted Alex's weight on his shoulders.

The two 'horses' and their riders slowly circled in the shallow water looking for an opening for one of the riders to grab the other to try to force him from his position on the shoulders of his mount. The two horses were only about two feet [60 cm] apart when the remaining four boys shouted in unison "Piranha in the water!" and started maneuvering around the two men and their riders looking for an opening to exploit.

Thirteen year-old Bill Martin figured rightly that Norman Fisher who had not played this game before would be most vulnerable to a piranha 'attack'. Without warning, he struck first making a shallow dive beneath the water swimming for Fisher's unprotected erect cock. When it was almost upon him he opened his mouth just enough to take the man's penis in his mouth and sucked for all he was worth.

A surprised Norman gasped not expecting this as part of the game. He stumbled and almost went down only catching himself just in time to avoid losing his rider. The Martin boy pulled free of Fisher's cock, gave it one last lick, and then broke the water laughing at Fisher's near disastrous reaction to his attack. As the man struggled to recover his balance, twelve year-old Harry Wilson swam up behind him under his butt and licked his crack. The boy only flicked his tongue against that sensitive area of the man's anatomy but the young State Department official was virtually powerless to do anything about it. This distracted Fisher just long enough for Horton and young Sam Martin, his rider, to attack Alex with a hard push from the side coupled with a shoulder bump from Horton. Norman Fisher and young Alex Williams were knocked over and went down in the waist deep water. Chad Owens and Frank White had been circling looking for the best opening to attack Coach Horton but they had hesitated just seconds too long in commencing their attack. The first round went to Horton and his team. Moments later, all six of the boys as well as the men were splashing and laughing at the outcome of their first game of 'horse' in the private pool shared by Jack Wilkinson and Sheik Abdullah's guest houses.

From the sidelines, Ali and Kyle looked up to see two Boy Vacations staff personnel in their distinctive golf shirts and board shorts entering the pool enclosure with covered trays. There was already a table set up in the portico of Jack Wilkinson's pool house. The two resort employees were good-looking young men in their late teens or early twenties. Kyle figured rightly that they were probably college students working at the resort for the summer.

As the swimmers continued to splash and play in the warm water of the pool, the two catering boys set up dinner for the pool party. The rich aroma of barbeque drifted across the pool area reminding all present that they had not eaten since they had left New York hours earlier. Eight naked boys and two naked men scrambled out of the pool grabbing towels as they headed toward the food.

Fifteen minutes later when he arrived, Claude Erickson found the still damp group only partially covered but hardly concealing anything with their towels as they devoured the succulent beef and the accompanying side dishes. Ten year-old Sam and Alex had spread their towels on the flagstones and set there naked eating while engaged in conversation about the best way to bring down a horse in the water. All four of the thirteen year-old older boys were clustered around one of the tables eating and getting to know one another while making no effort to make sure that their towels concealed their packages. Twelve year-old Frank and Harry were at a table just beside the place where their younger teammates sat on the flagstones. As they ate, Harry was telling Frank just how much fun it was to lick a man's crack when playing 'Horse' and what a great way it was to distract him from protecting his rider. Only the two men seemed to have made the effort to wrap their towels securely around their midsections as they ate and visited at a third table.

Claude noted that he and the two college boy servers were the only ones wearing any clothes in the pool area. Then he thought to himself Everyone naked, this is just what I would have expected at a Jack Wilkinson party. Inwardly, he laughed to himself and checked the food one more time. Everything was in order and from the way that the boys were eating, it had hit the spot with them. Then, he heard a vehicle come to a stop in the parking area outside the wall of the pool enclosure. Moments later, he heard the voices of Jack Wilkinson and Sheik Abdullah as they exchanged pleasantries as they came through the gate to the pool.

Jack Wilkinson looked pleasantly pleased that his party had developed into the skinny dipping event for which he had hoped. Yes, this had all the makings of a fun evening.

Sheik Abdullah on the other hand looked confused by all of the obviously naked boys, not to mention the two men who, like the boys, had towels as their only garments. The Arab man liked boys, but discretely rather than openly was something that was part of his culture. Then there was the fact that his own son and his boy 'slave' were eating with two other boys where all four seemed to be treating each other as equals was something else. The sheik thought The best solution is probably to let everyone finish eating and then take Ali and the other boy back to their room. Yes, that is what we will do so as not to cause an incident. Fortunately, Wilkinson and I have concluded our business and I have no need to spend that much time with him. With that, he smiled and accepted a plate of barbeque offered him by one of the serving boys. Patience is a virtue he told himself as he started to eat.

When it was obvious that the meal was over, Sheik Abdullah motioned to Ali to come over to his table. Once he had the boy’s attention, the young Arab quickly made his way to his father’s side.

"Bring your body slave and come into our guest house. I want to speak with you. I will make our apologies to our host. If you like, you may come back later for more games in the swimming pool" the sheik said to his son.

"Yes, father, I understand" replied the boy.

Ali returned to the table where they had been eating with 13 year-old Chad Owens and Bill Martin and said to Kyle "We need to go into the guest house for a few minutes. My father wants to talk with us."

Minutes later the two naked teenagers were in the bedroom room of the Sheik’s guest house when he entered and closed the drapes so that they their quarters were shielded from the eyes of the group in the pool area.

Turning to his son, Sheik Abdullah said harshly "What is this treating of a boy who is your body slave as though he were an equal. That is not our custom. Explain yourself."

Ali hung his head and said "Father, the group of Americans that you saw there beside the pool would not have understood if I had treated Kyle as a slave. It is not their custom and would have sparked inquiries which I thought best to avoid. If there is another way that I should have handled the situation, please instruct me and I will do so in the future."

The Sheik thought for a minute before responding "Your reasoning makes sense. You have answered well and handled the situation in a manner that will not attract attention to us as guests in this country. So be it" responded the boy’s father whose face now relaxed for the first time since arriving at the swimming pool with Jack Wilkerson from their business conference.

The sheik settled into an easy chair and said "However, I think that you should show me how well this slave meets your needs. I am curious now that you have treated him so well."

Both Ali and Kyle shuffled uneasily on the plush carpet still standing there naked in front of the seated older man in his flowing robes. The young Arab boy knew what his father wanted. This was not the first time that he had been expected to perform for the pleasure of the older man. He also knew that once the man had set his mind to something, there was no changing it.

Ali reached out his hand and began to stroke the arm of the young American boy. Looking him in the face, he smiled shyly and said "My father wants us to have sex that he might see that you satisfy my needs."

Kyle was surprised at the request. It was one thing to have sex with another boy, it was another to have an audience. To have sex in front of a boy’s father for his own enjoyment was not something that Kyle had ever thought he would be asked to do. However, he also understood that while he was in the role of a Boy Vacations employee, he was expected to honor the wishes of the guests of the resort, no matter how strange.

Kyle began to stroke Ali’s arm in return and nodded so that the young Arab would know that he understood. Then, he pulled himself into Ali's warm embrace. Moments later, they locked lips and probed with their tongues. The young American boy closed his eyes and then gasped as he felt the young Arab’s fingers wrap around his penis. Ali fell backward onto the bed and spread his legs upward drawing Kyle with him. Suddenly, the tip of Kyle’s penis touched something so warm and inviting that Kyle at first wondered if he were dreaming. Instinct took over as he plunged forward and felt the hot wetness of the young Arab’s boy hole envelope his rock-hard penis.

He grasped Ali’s wide-spread legs and plunged in as far as he could, aching to get as much of his penis inside the other boy as he possibly could. Kyle’s organ rubbed Ali’s prostate and the young Arab boy’s eyes glazed over as he was carried blissfully to the epitome of sexual stimulation. The two lovers gasped and moaned and all too soon Kyle ejaculated repeatedly straight into Ali’s pulsating boy hole.

Then, the young Arab grabbed the American boy and kissed him hard. His kisses were so passionate that they almost hurt. He squeezed his butt muscles around Kyle’s erect penis as hard as he could. To the young American it felt wonderful. With a yell, he began to shake as the other boy’s butt alternated between clasping hard and releasing, throbbing strong and fast all around Kyle’s shaft. It was more than wonderful. Then, Ali reached his own orgasm shooting ropes of cum across his own belly and chest. Sexually spent, the two boys fell over on the bed.

Watching his son and his lover have sex had aroused the Sheik like nothing had in a long while. The Arab man’s own five and a half inch [14 cm.] organ was fully erect and wanting release. He rose from the easy chair where we had been watching the boys and walked quickly to the bed. With rough hands he pulled Kyle from Ali’s embrace and forced him face down over the edge of the bed so that his feet were on the floor and his butt was a waiting target. Then he parted his robe revealing his penis. It was not so much that it was unusually long, but that it was particularly thick. Unfortunately, the older man did not think of boys as anything but something to use to satisfy his sexual needs and then be disguarded. As a result, he did nothing to ease what he was about to do. Kyle screamed as the Sheik drove his thick rock-hard penis all the way into his young ass on his first thrust and began the rhythmic motion that would lead to a quick orgasm for the older man.

Ali was shocked, even stunned, by his father’s actions, but there was nothing that he could do. The fact was his father was also his master and, in his culture, his will was law.

Kyle was sobbing from the pain of being raped when the Sheik reached orgasm and shot copious amounts of cum directly into his boy hole. Once he had his release, Ali’s father wasted no time in pulling out of the boy. Cum and a little blood oozed from Kyle’s violated anus. Ali pulled Kyle close to him in a defensive gesture, but the only thing that he could do was tell his father what he had just done.

"Father, am I not correct that you know John Smithson and do business with him?" asked Ali.

"Yes, of course, I know John Smithson. He’s the president and CEO of Smithson Petroleum. We have been partners in several oil deals. What has he to do with us here today?" replied the Sheik uncertain of his son’s reason for mentioning someone with whom he shared business interests. He regarded his son uncertainly as he wiped his penis before it disappeared into his robe.

"The boy that you just raped is his son. He’s only here pretending to be a Boy Vacations employee as part of a boyish adventure. Additionally, he is one of my classmates back at school" replied Ali making a strong effort not to betray his own feelings of disgust nor let the hate that he felt show on his face.

Sheik Abdullah’s face went white and for a moment he was truly speechless. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and his right hand shook noticeably as he contemplated what he had done. John Smithson was a wealthy man. In fact, Smithson’s wealth probably exceeded his own. Additionally, he was known to deal harshly, if quietly, with those who crossed him. If he ever learned that Abdullah had raped his son, the consequences would be disastrous for the Sheik, his family, and his business. In any case, the fact that he had thought that the boy was an employee of Boy Vacations would mean little to an outraged father. If the sex had been consensual, it might be different, but that was not the case. How to rectify this situation crossed and re-crossed Abdullah’s mind.

Once everyone was in the water, the two adults and the six boy wrestlers huddled together to decide who would be on which team while Claude Ericson and Jack Wilkinson watched from chairs placed strategically at poolside. The first game had shown that two adults as 'horses' each holding up one boy on their shoulders with two other larger boys serving as 'piranha' and attacking the horses made for an interesting and exciting, if certainly an erotic, game. Norman Fisher announced that he would like to have another shot at winning using the same teams as before. That meant that Alex and Sam, being the smallest would be the riders. Chad and Frank would be on the same team with Alex who would ride Norman Fisher. Sam would ride Coach Horton while his brother Bill and Harry Wilson would be the rest of their team. Giving the young State Department employee another chance to win seemed fair to Coach Horton and his boys and they moved through the water to take up positions facing each other.

Norman Fisher motioned to ten year-old 4 foot 10 [1.50 m] 100 lbs. [46 kg] Alex Williams to come closer. Then, before tauburn-haired boy could board his 'horse' Fisher whispered something into his ear. The boy nodded that he understood and then spread his legs wide. As if on cue, Norman Fisher swam under him so that his head passed between the boy's legs. Still under water, he thrust his arms up so that Alex could grab his hands. Once their grip was firm, Fisher shot up through the water with young Alex seated on his shoulders with his legs wrapped around the man's chest extending under his arms. Quickly, the boy secured his position by wrapping his lower legs tightly around the man's ribs. In this way, his feet extended back under his rider's arms so that as much as possible they were behind his back. As before, this had the effect of pressing Alex's bare two inch [5 cm] flaccid penis up against his horse's neck. Norman's own cock started to harden as a consequence of having the boy's bare penis pressed into his flesh. In moments, his erect 5 inch [13 cm.] organ stood straight out from his body.

Once Sam Martin had boarded Coach Horton, the two 'horses' and their riders began their slow dance. They carefully circled in the shallow water looking for an opening for one of the riders to grab the other to try to force him from his position on the shoulders of his mount. Without waiting any further, the remaining four boys shouted in unison "Piranha in the water!" and started maneuvering around in the pool looking for an opening to exploit in order to topple the opposing team's horse and rider.

The two horses were only about two feet [50 cm] apart in the four foot [1.20 m] deep water but, if anything, Norman Fisher was not a slow learner. Thirteen year-old Bill Martin made the mistake of figuring that if it had worked before, it would work again and lined up to make his 'piranha attack'. Without warning, he struck first making a shallow dive beneath the water swimming for Fisher's unprotected erect cock. However, Fisher had anticipated his move and had whispered to Alex before mounting him to hang on tight with his legs and, if needs be, his hands. When Bill was almost upon him, Norman, who unlike the 'piranha' boys was allowed to use his hands to defend himself in the water, deftly sidestepped the boy's attempt to take the man's penis in his mouth and held the kicking and floundering boy underwater just long enough for him to get a mouthful of water instead of a hot, throbbing dick. Alex had held on tightly with his knees and one hand around the young State Department employee's neck while fending off an attempt by Sam Martin on Coach Horton's shoulders to unseat him.

Jim Horton was surprised at how fast Norman Fisher was absorbing the details of his team's idea of how to play 'horse'. He backed up to try for another attack on Fisher but realized too late that Chad Owens lay in wait to exploit his distraction with the other horse and rider. Chad, who could hold his breath longer than anyone on the Gwinnett Warrior team, swam for his coach's erect underwater penis. Before the man could even realize what was happening, the boy had virtually swallowed the five-inch [13 cm] organ in a suck hold that, under other circumstances, would have been a wonder prelude to an evening of bliss. Unfortunately, the coach had not given his rider the same instructions as had Norman Fisher. The attack on his penis found him still trying to get Sam firmly situated on his shoulders. As Chad's mouth clamped down on Jim Horton's erect penis, the boy was reaching for Alex on the other horse in an attempt to unseat him from Fisher's shoulders. The man stumbled in the shallow water losing his balance in the process. Frantically, he tried to right himself. The opposing team's vulnerability was not lost on Norman Fisher. The young State Department employee rushed at the other horse and rider toppling Jim Horton and Sam Martin, his rider, into the waiting waters of the pool.

Moments later, all six of the boys as well as the men were splashing and laughing at the outcome of their second game of 'horse'.Theirs' was indeed a fun evening in the private pool shared by the guest houses currently occupied by Jack Wilkinson and Sheik Abdullah.

Then, calls for "Two out of three" began to be heard and the teams started to reform for another round of horse.

***

Claude Ericson and Jack Wilkinson watched the pool as Norman Fisher, Jim Horton, and his boys played their erotic game of horse. Even though on a daily basis Claude was used to providing erotic services for men and boys, watching activities of this nature always gave him an erection and reminded him of the days when he himself had worked as a boy at this very Boy Vacations resort.

His cell phone rang and a frown crossed his brow. He knew that he would not be interrupted while he was with an important guest unless there was something that required his personal attention. He excused himself leaving Jack sipping his drink while watching the naked men and boys in the pool. Claude knew that he would not be missed.

Walking onto the porch of the pool house, Claude made sure that he was out of earshot. Then he answered the phone saying "Claude Ericson here."

There was a note of urgency and apprehension in the voice of the young man on the other end as he informed him "Sir, this is Adam in Guest Services. You need to get over to Sheik Abdullah's guest house. There has been an incident involving the Sheik and the young Smithson boy. Security is there now and says it looks like the sheik raped the boy."

Claude went cold for a moment as the facts of the situation sank in erasing what had been, until now, the pleasant mood of the evening. 'S**t' said Ericson to himself. That was all he needed. A kid out for adventure and a Middle Eastern millionaire used to using boys like they were just there for no other purpose than his personal pleasure. A trained Boy Vacations employee would have been able to handle the situation, but an untrained boy who was little better than a guest was something else altogether.

"Right now I'm just outside the guest house at the pool with Jack Wilkinson and his guests. I'll be there in a minute," responded Claude. Locate Steve, my assistant, and have him meet me there. I may need him. He should be in our suite."

"Yes sir, Mr. Ericson. Will there be anything else?" asked Adam.

"Have you dispatched a medical team to the guest house?"

"Yes sir. They should be arriving there when you get there."

***

Claude went back to the side of the pool where Jack Wilkinson as expected had not taken his eyes from the naked action unfolding there. "Jack, excuse me for a few minutes. Something has come up. I have to take care of a little business," he said. He knew that he was not lying but not telling the whole truth either. Still, Wilkinson didn't need to know anything more for the moment. Then, he headed for the poolside door of the Sheik's guest house.

Once there, he tried the door and found that it was unlocked. (Had it been locked, his master cardkey would still have provided access as it would have to anywhere on the property.) Seeing no need to knock, he slowly opened the door. From the semi-darkness of the bedroom through the open door to the living room of the guest house he could see the backs of two of the resort's big security guards in their blue golf shirts, board shorts, and baseball caps. However, it was the crying that bordered on screaming that really caught his attention. One or more boys were sobbing. As he crossed the bedroom, there was a knock at the other door to the guest house. One of the security guards opened the door to admit the two-man medical team. As he entered the living room of the guest house he was greeted by the sight of the Sheik seated in a large chair with his head down so that he could not see his face. The fact that his hands were shaking was obvious. However, his burnoose and robes covered everything else so that it was impossible to gage what he had or had not done.

The sobs were coming from the other bedroom. Claude followed the medical team into the room to find a naked Ali sitting on the bed holding an equally naked Kyle Smithson to his chest rocking him back and forth. Ali's face had a blank look about it while the young American boy sobbed uncontrollably. Thirteen year-old Ali looked like he might be in shock. Kyle was turned to one side so that it was obvious that cum and a little blood had dripped from his anus onto the bed sheets.

The older of the two medics broke the tension saying "Mr. Ericson, let us do our jobs and examine the boys. Something traumatic has happened here. The Arab boy appears to be in shock. It's obvious that the American boy has been attacked sexually." Claude nodded and turned back to the living room.

Returning to the living room, Ericson turned to the senior security guard. He recognized him from the days when he himself had worked here at the resort. The guard was a former military policeman. Now in his early fifties, he was still trim and fit although under his blue ball cap that was emblazoned with the word "Security" his hair was now gray. Claude recalled that he had once played football for one of the major universities before an injury sidelined him and the military had beckoned.

"Tell me what happened," Ericson said in his best matter of fact manner that did not reveal his inner feelings. There would be time later for how the company would cover up this mess.

"The security officer on duty responded to cries for help that the duty customer services coordinator observed on the monitor that was carrying the live feed from this guest house. It was not immediately apparent that the Arab man had done anything wrong since he remained fully clothed throughout the incident and his back was to the closest camera. Only when it was apparent that the American boy was screaming did we realize that something was wrong. Of course, the emergency security cameras in the room were activated immediately once we realized that something had happened. When we got here, there was no answer and we had to use our pass card when we tried to gain entry. We found the sheik like this and the boys on the bed. At first, the Arab boy kept repeating that the man, who he said was his father, had raped the other boy, but he has stopped talking for now. We thought at first that the American boy was just one of the boys on staff but when we checked, we found that he was really a guest posing as a company boy. That's when we requested backup in the way of senior management who could decide how best to handle the situation," summarized the officer.

From the bedroom, Claude could hear the med techs unfolding their portable gurney. He turned back towards the bedroom in time to see the men placing Kyle on its smooth white surface. The older medic fumbled in his medical bag for a minute before producing a hypodermic. There then followed an injection of something into the boy's arm. Whatever it was, Kyle was unconscious in seconds.

"We need to get this kid to the infirmary," announced the man to all present as his colleague covered the now motionless Kyle with a blanket. "Once there, we need to see if there has been any internal damage and we can't do that here," he explained. Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Claude heard him request an ambulance be sent to the quest house. Per Boy Vacations company policy, there would be no siren or flashing lights, nor even any indication that the large van that would soon be pulling up outside the guest house was anything but a large black unmarked van.

With Kyle now quiet on the gurney, the medics turned their attention to Ali who was rocking back and forth in a dazed state. The medics recognized that the boy was in shock and started preparing him for transport as well as Kyle.

While they waited for the arrival of the ambulance, Claude turned his attention to Sheik Abdullah. He went over to the easy chair where the Arab man remained with his head bowed and said "Sheik Abdullah, we need to talk." There was a prolonged sigh and the older man looked up at the young Boy Vacations executive.

Claude was shocked to see the anguish on his pale face. The fact that Abdullah's hands had not stopped trembling let Ericson know that something had happened that the older man could not control.

The Sheik looked up at Claude and in a low voice said "I did not know that the boy was John Smithson's son. If he finds out that I had sex with his son, I'm as good as dead."

Claude responded calmly "Sir, I know that you like to have you way with boys and that 'rough' describes how you like it. You have been our guest before and we have seen to your needs and you have given us the impression that you were more than satisfied with our services. However, I thought that the American boy was only going to serve your son's needs while you were here at Boy Vacations conducting business with Jack Wilkinson. How did he come to be the object of your sexual gratification? If the resort had known that you wanted one, we would have provided a boy who was trained in rough sex who would have known how to please you."

"I watched Ali and the other boy have sex with each other and was aroused to the point that I had to have the boy for myself," replied the Arab man in a flat emotionless voice. Then he added "What happens now? John Smithson must never know what happened here this evening."

"Before I can answer that, I need to know the extent of the Smithson boy's injuries. My first impression is that you most likely tore something in his anal canal when you were penetrating him. If it is only a minor injury, then all we have to worry about is his trauma. However, your own son appeared to be in a state of emotional shock. I am just guessing here, but I would assume that he never thought that he would ever watch his father rape another boy, particularly one who is his equal and school mate," said Claude in an emotionless voice.

As Claude finished talking with the Sheik, Steve arrived at the guest house. Seeing that his own son and assistant had arrived, a grim-faced Claude turned to him and said "Steve, I want you to go to the infirmary in the ambulance with Ali and Kyle. There has been an incident here. I'll fill you in later on the details. For now, just know that Ali may be in shock while Kyle has been assaulted and needs the staff doctor to determine the extent of his injuries. Report back to me once you know something."

"Of course," said Steve. Then, without another word, he turned in the direction of the medics. 'That's what makes that boy so useful' thought Claude. 'He grasps things so well and can act in any situation with a minimum of words.'

Then he turned back to the Sheik. "Sir, I believe that you said that Jack Wilkinson and you had concluded your business. I'm going to ask the medics to give you something so that you can sleep and rest. I'll tell Jack that you aren't feeling well and are going to turn-in. All he needs to know about the boys is that they are going to 'enjoy' themselves in their room. He has plenty of activity out there at the pool that will more than satisfy his needs. I'll meet with you the first thing in the morning once I know more."

With that, he motioned to the senior medic and told him what he wanted. In short order, the man returned with some pills and a glass of water. Somewhat reluctantly, a half-dazed Abdullah bin Yousef swallowed them and stretched out on the bed. In what seemed like seconds, he was peacefully lost in the escape that only sleep can bring.

***

Claude Ericson retraced his steps as he headed back to the pool party. In his absence, Norman Fisher with Alex Williams on his shoulders had managed to topple Coach Horton and Sam Martin for a second time. It was time for the losers to pay the winners.

Claude's arrival at the pool found the naked young State Department employee on his back on a chaise longue with his feet resting far apart on the pool deck. Norman Fisher was in the throes of carnal pleasure. All thoughts that there might be consequences for his actions were buried somewhere in the bottom of his consciousness as primal needs dominated his brain.

Thirteen year-old Bill Martin was on his knees between his legs finishing what he had started in the water. The fact that the boy was a master at sucking cock was evident from the way that he was running his tongue up and down the man's rock-hard penis. How his well-defined abs expanded and contracted showed that even the boy's breathing was in step with his strokes on the man's organ.

Norman's eyes were glazed but only half visible as Bill's ten year-old brother, Sam, straddled his shoulders with his three inch [7½ cm] erection in the man's mouth. That left twelve year-old Harry Wilson sucking on one of the man's nipples while his hand caressed the erect eraser-like nub that was the other one. Norman Fisher was in the throes of all out carnal pleasure. All thoughts that there might be consequences stemming from his actions were buried somewhere in the bottom of his consciousness as primal wants and needs overwhelmed his brain.

As Claude reached the chaise longue, Fisher erupted in what was probably the most intense orgasm of his life. The amount of cum was more than young Bill Martin could readily swallow and it ran in gray-white rivulets down his chin and onto his heaving sweaty body. This brought Bill in turn to his own climax. He shot ropes of cum onto the equally sweat-covered body of the young State Department employee just as young Sam shot his first ever drops of cum in the man's mouth. Only Harry seemed to hesitate for a moment as his masturbation efforts caught up with the other three and he added his own cum to that already on Norman's body.

In spite of Claude being around boy sex on an almost daily basis, watching other men and boys climax never failed to arouse him. His rock-hard erection let him know that Steve was going to be in for some very demanding sex once this evening was over.

Jack Wilkinson, who was fondling himself through the fabric of his pants behind the poolside table that was in front of him, had his eyes glued to the action of the man and the three boys on the chaise longue. Claude waited until they untangled and ran back to the pool to cool off and wash off the evidence of their pleasure. It took him more than a minute to get the oil magnate's attention. Then he said "Jack, the Sheik is not feeling all that well and asked me to tell you that he is going to turn-in for the evening.

"That's too bad," responded the older man. "Anything serious?"

"No, nothing physical. I think he just needs some rest," answered Claude.

"Morning will see us all rested," replied Jack with a yawn.

A slight smile cross his face as Claude thought to himself 'Yes, that it will. For some more than others.'

In his days as a Boy Vacations employee, Jim Horton had serviced Jack Wilkinson on more than one occasion and knew what he liked in the way of boy sex. He motioned to the other three members of his boy wrestling team to come to him. In short order, thirteen year-old Chad Martin, his ten year-old brother Sam, as well as twelve year-old Frank White were huddled with their coach.

"Jack Wilkinson over there is our host. He's paying for us to be here. We need to give him a sexual experience that will make him glad that he brought us here. Are you all willing to make that happen?" he asked his boys. The grins and nods of agreement from three excited boys assured him that they were all too willing to thank their host in a way that he would remember for a long time.

The three naked boys and their equally naked coach huddled for a couple of minutes as Jim explained just what Jack Wilkinson liked in the way of boy sex. Then they stood up straight and walked over to the chair where an obviously aroused Jack Wilkinson's hard dick tented his expensive knee length shorts.

"The boys would like to express their thanks to you for having us come down here to Florida with you. I recall how you liked to be thanked when you used to come here when I was younger. That's something that they can only express in action, not words. It's sort of like having to hear the sound that a musical instrument makes rather than just judging it from its appearance.

Jack Wilkinson looked confused for a moment, and then he smiled as he remembered sex with Jim Horton from years gone by when Jim worked here at the Boy Vacations Florida resort when he was a teenager.

Frank and Sam smiled back at Jack shyly and then moved forward cautiously closing the distance between themselves and the older man. They each took him by the hand and led him to a nearby chaise longue. Then they pushed him back and down on its comfortable cushions. As he settled back, the two boys descended on him hungry for sex. With one swift motion twelve year-old Frank unbuttoned the man's silk shirt, while ten year-old Sam straddled his midsection. Both boys were fully erect and beginning to drip pre-cum. The taut muscles of their young bodies reflected the lights from the portico revealing the excitement that their actions were having on them. Their young cocks twitched in anticipation as they slowly striped their wealthy benefactor. Sam fumbled with Jack's belt and the buttons on his tailored slacks. Once undone, he slowly pulled them down his legs as his engorged cock emerged from the opening in his Polo boxer shorts.

The two young boys looked at each other and then smiled knowingly. Frank motioned to Jack to lean forward so that he could pull off his shirt. As he did, Frank's hard penis gently rubbed the man's body just enough for its touch to cause a shudder in the older man.

At the same time, Sam pulled the man's boxers down and off. Jack Wilkinson lay there naked his breathing labored in anticipation of what was to come. At fifty-two, Jack Wilkinson was still a good-looking man. He worked out regularly with weights and watched his weight. His pecs were firm and almost hairless. Traces of his abs still showed on his hairless midsection. His erect five and a half inch [14 cm] penis stood up from his body like a marble spike protruding from a closely trimmed pubic bush.

The two boys stood on each side of Jack inviting his touch. Slowly, his hands caressed their flanks feeling each boy's smooth thigh, the side of his buttocks and up his rib cage until he found a nipple on each one of them. Then he stopped and cautiously ran a finger around first one boy's eraser-like projection and then the other.

As he simultaneously fondled each of the young boys, thirteen year-old Chad began to play with Jack Wilkinson's penis. First, he teased the older man's dick with light feather-like touches alternating these with the firm pumping that would, if continued, lead to orgasm. With Jack fully aroused, he licked the tip of the man's organ before swallowing at first just the glans as he began to lick and suck the rock-hard organ.

Jack Wilkinson was covered in sweat and panting as Chad swallowed almost his entire dick and began to suck on it in earnest. The boy alternated between slow and fast motion as he teased the older man's penis with his tongue. Then he shifted to the area between Jack's balls nipping at the loose skin there on his sack. The man's breathing was ragged as the boy's tongue darted in and out half licking half caressing his sack before taking first one ball and then the other in his mouth. There was a gentile squeeze as he rolled first one and then the other around delicately in his mouth while carefully licking and sucking it before he resumed sucking the man's vibrating penis. Chad slowly sucked the hard organ as though he were playing some living musical instrument on which only he knew the song of passion that, when played, would bring on orgasm.

As Chad stimulated the source of Jack's manhood, young Frank and Sam moved closer to him so that he could shift from fondling their nipples to playing with their dicks as his own penis received one of the best, if not the very best, blow job that he had ever received. As his hands moved up and down the shafts of the two naked boys, his strong, experienced hands seemed to be operating independently from the rest of him. It was like two different men were engaged in totally separate sex acts.

The man's dick was, by now, completely consumed by Chad's mouth. He was working tirelessly to bring Jack to orgasm but to do it slowly, lovingly, in such a way that it would prolong the pleasure and the sensations that by now had totally consumed the older man's mind as well as his body.

Jack's eyes were glazed as the delicious sensations coalesced into an unstoppable force. The older man was on a one way street toward an inevitable and massive orgasm. His hips rose slightly from the long chair as he lifted his weight on his forearms using the arms of the chaise. His hips rose slightly off the chair as he pressed his body closer to the pleasure source that was the mouth of a thirteen year-old boy. Then he shuddered as he reached orgasm propelling ropes of cum into Chad's willing mouth. The massive load was more than the boy could possibly swallow and he pulled back so that sperm shot in repeated jets all over his face and chest as his hand continued what his mouth had started.

As Jack climaxed, both of the boys that he was masturbating came. While certainly nothing like his own ejaculation in volume, they nevertheless shot what for them were copious amounts of young boy juice all over his midsection dappling his abdomen with globs of gray-white liquid.

The older man just lay there and gasped for breath as his heart raced from his exertions. For a moment his brain blanked out everything but this moment when, not one but three, very desirable boys had given him some of the best sex that he had ever experienced. He gasped for breath trying to recover from this mind-blowing experience. The thought that he might be having a heart attack crossed his mind and then was gone as quickly as it had come. He only knew that he needed a drink. How many days had he arranged for these kids to stay at Boy Vacations? Clearly it was not nearly long enough, were his thoughts as he motioned for the bartender. He knew that these kids were hot. Just how hot was something that he had not known until now. Suddenly he remembered: There were three more with whom he had not yet had sex!

***

Claude Ericson watched Jack Wilkinson as he was serviced by Jim Horton's team of boy wrestlers and knew that the older man's decision to bring these boys down to Florida was being justified in every way that the man could have imagined. His own hard dick was throbbing in his pants as he watched the man and the three boys climax in what seemed almost like fountains of gray white liquid. Had Jack known in advance that this was more of a sex team than a wrestling team? wondered Claude as he stood there watching the live sex show that was unfolding right before his eyes.

The ringing of his cell phone interrupted Claude's thoughts of satisfying his guests as well as his own sexual needs. He wiped the sweat from his brow before answering with "Claude Ericson here." Then, he recognized the voice at the other end as that of his son and assistant.

"Dad, it's Steve. I'm at the infirmary. I've got an update on the Smithson boy. It seems that the Sheik just tore a small place in his anal canal. However, it did need two stitches. He should be completely healed in a week or so. It wasn't that the man's penis was unusually long, just that it was unusually wide. The boy hadn't yet experienced enough anal sex to have stretched his opening to accommodate something of that size without plenty of lubricant and a slow entry, neither of which the man used."

"What about Ali, the Arab boy? How's he doing?" asked Claude.

"He's going to be fine. The medics think that he was just shocked to see his father rape the Smithson boy. It seems that the Sheik has a thing for boys and rough sex but must have hidden his rougher side from his son until now. I got the impression that the man has either been having sex with his son or at least watching him having sex with other boys but this was evidently the first time that force has been involved."

There was a short pause and then Steve added "The medics have sedated both boys and will keep them here at the infirmary overnight for observation. That should also give you time to decide how you want to handle the Sheik."

"That's fine. I'll meet you back at our suite as soon as I can get away from Jack Wilkinson and his pool party. From the way that they are enjoying themselves, that shouldn't be long," replied Claude as he watched Jack Wilkinson lying there naked on the chaise longue. By now all six of the Gwinett Warriors boy wrestling team had clustered around him in all their naked glory. His eyes darted from one to another of the boys who gave every indication that they were there just to please him with whatever sexual favors that he might want.

From previous experience in providing for Jack's sexual needs, Claude knew that at this point in the evening, Jack just wanted to look at these beautiful examples of desirable boyhood while he recovered from the evening's first round of sex. At 52, he needed a few minutes rest to get his strength back before tackling more boy sex.

The man smiled softly as the light from the portico reflected off their young bodies. These were bodies that were tight, lean, and supple with indications of the hard muscles that were soon to come. Claude knew that the older man was either resting up for either another round of sex there at poolside or was going to retire to his suite with one or more of the boys to share his bed for the night where sleep would not be the primary usage of his king-sized bed.

Claude waited for a moment until it seemed that Jack Wilkinson noticed him standing out beyond the circle of eager young faces. Then he said, "Jack, please excuse me. I have some company business to which I must attend. Besides, I don't think that you'll need me to enjoy the rest of the evening nor the rest of the night for that matter."

Jack smiled up at Claude from the chaise as he started to fondle the four inch [10 cm] long erect penises of 13 year-old Chad Owens and Bill Martin. Claude smiled but said nothing. It was apparent that Wilkinson had made his choice. The two thirteen year-old team jocks would share his bed that evening.

Claude waved his farewell to Jack and the group of naked men and boys and then walked toward the gate that would take him to the parking area of the guest house where he had parked his golf cart. As he left, he thought to himself, What those two boys don't already know about boy sex (and from what he had already seen that wasn't much) they would know when morning came. As Claude remembered it, Jack was a good teacher when it came to boy sex.

***

Ten minutes later, Claude entered his suite in the main hotel building of the resort. As he opened the door, he could see Steve standing there naked at the mini-bar making what he knew would be his favorite cocktail. D**n, that kid is good. At fourteen he already thinks of everything. He's going to be a great hotel manager at a young age. Getting a degree in hotel management from one of the better universities is something he and I need to discuss, thought Claude as he admired Steve's perfectly formed bubble butt.

Slowly Steve turned in Claude's direction revealing his half erect inviting penis. The boy extended his right hand in which he held a gin and tonic which he still stirred with his left. Steve crossed the room first depositing his wallet, watch, and ring on the credenza by the door to the suite. He smiled softly as he admired the boy's well-defined teenaged muscles, especially his abs with their obvious six-pack. He took the drink in his own right hand as he ran his left hand down the boy's right side slowly circling his right nipple. Then, he worked his way down Steve's side ending his exploration by softly grasping the boy's now fully erect four and a half inch [11 cm] cock. He sipped his drink as his free hand slowly glided up and down the boy's penis. Steve' purred softly as he whispered in Claude's ear "I've been waiting for you to do that since we landed." Then, both the man and the boy smiled at each other knowingly.

Claude sat his drink on the bar and then circled Steve with his arms. Their mouths found one another and kissed eagerly, hungrily in a kiss that was more primal than loving. As they kissed, Claude slid his hands down the boy's slim back until he found his hips. Then, he squeezed each of Steve's rounded globes as they prolonged the kiss with the boy's hard penis pressing against the fabric of his pants while his own hard organ struggled wanting to be free.

Three minutes later the two of them were naked and wrapped around each other on the large king-sized bed. All thoughts of the problems of the Boy Vacations resort were gone for the moment as they lost themselves in the passion that only sex can bring.

***

Back at the pool, Jack Wilkinson had decided that spending the night with Chad and Bill, at thirteen the oldest of the boy wrestlers, was going to be next on his evening of boy sex. Now that the oil deal with Sheik Abdullah was concluded, he was free to enjoy himself. As he continued to lie naked on the chaise longue fondling the two boys' four inch [10 cm] erections, he called to Jim Horton to come closer.

The wrestling coach knew from experience what to expect as he closed the distance between him and his wealthy benefactor. Reaching the older man's side, he bent down so that Jack could whisper in his ear.

As he did, Jack Wilkinson stopped stroking the two boys and put one hand on Jim's butt as the other took his penis in hand for a moment. Fondly, he remembered the times when Jim was still a teenaged employee of Boy Vacations and they had shared the same bed. Then he said "Jim, I'd like for these two boys to spend the night with me, if it's alright with you and they're willing."

"Sir, I feel that they are more than willing," replied the coach. Then he looked from one boy to the other to make sure that he was right. Each of them was smiling and nodding their agreement.

Still naked, Jack Wilkinson got up from the chaise longue and picked up his clothes from where they had been scattered on the pool deck. Then, he motioned to the two boys and said "Why don't the two of you pick up your things and come with me. I'd like to show you my suite."

Chad and Bill retrieved their clothes from the chairs where they had left them earlier in the evening and followed the older man in the direction of his guest house. Both of them knew that they had just agreed to participate in an evening of sex with their benefactor. What that might include was something that they did not know but, at the moment, were eager to find out.

Once in the door, the boys found that they were in Jack's bedroom. The large king sized bed occupied much of the room. Jack motioned for them to get on the bed. Tossing their clothing on a chair, the two naked thirteen year-olds climbed onto the bed settling on each side of it so that their feet still rested on the plush carpet. Jack Wilkinson stood there admiring their naked, inviting bodies.

Jack appreciated that both of the boys were good-looking and well-hung. The already considerable length of their circumcised three and a half inch [9 cm] penises compared to their still developing bodies made them appear even more endowed. Their bodies were tight, lean, and supple with indications of the hard muscles that were beginning to form. None of which escaped his gaze. In fact, the only real difference between the two of them was the fact that Chadat five foot nine [1.80 m] was almost an inch [2½ cm] taller than Bill. Like their teammates, they had shaved their pubic hair. While this was supposed to be so that nothing would show through their singlets when they wrestled, in reality it was as much that hair got in the way when having boy sex that often included blow jobs.

Jack reached into the pocket of his pants and produced a quarter. "Heads or tails?" he asked. Chad answered first saying "Heads" while Bill followed with "Tails."

The older man tossed the coin into the air catching it deftly in his hand. Looking down at it he said "Heads it is. Chad you're on top and Bill, you're on bottom. Bill, have you lost your cherry yet or not?"

Bill looked surprised at the question and hesitated before answering "No, I haven't, but I've played around with guys who stuck their fingers up there. I guess 'doing it' with another guy would be the next thing to try."

"How about you Chad?" asked Jack.

"I've done it a couple of times, but I haven't had much opportunity to do it at school or around home" responded the boy truthfully.

"What did you think of it?" questioned the older man as he sat down on a chair and began to stroke his own partially erect penis.

"It was OK, but I didn't do it long enough either time to be sure. However, I did do it long enough to find out that there's both pain and pleasure involved" said Chad.

"OK, then, I want you to take Bill's cherry. I want to see the two of you do it right now on that bed. I want to see both of your reactions when you do it," said Jack in a voice that made it clear that this was not a request.

Chad looked at Bill and then said hesitantly, "I know that we wanted to experience new things in the way of sex while we were here at Boy Resorts Florida. This is certainly something one. I'm game, if you are."

Bill sort of gulped before responding. His face was red with a telling blush when he answered with," Yeah, I'm game. I was planning on losing my cherry sometime. If I'm going to lose it, it ought to be with a friend. Just try not to hurt me, OK?"

Chad leaned forward pushing Bill gently back on the bed. He thentook Bill's ankles in his handsand pulled them back up over him, so that they almost came to rest onhis shoulders. With virtually no fat on him that would make it difficult for him to bend at the waist, the boy was flexible enough so that the position wasn't uncomfortable. However, in this position, with his legsspread wide apart, his boy hole was completely exposed.

Chad deliberately moved slowly easing his friend into his first anal sex. With one hand he ran his fingers up and downBill's hard dick while he started to massage his balls with his other hand."You don't know how long I've wanted to do this all that time we've been together. Man, are you hot!" said Chad to Bill who was stretched out underneath him panting with anticipation.

If he could have, Bill probably would have jerked away from Chad but the most wonderful sensations spread through him as Chad began to run a finger up and down that incredibly sensitive area between the back of his balls and his boy hole. Then, almost without warning, Chad softly pushed his hard cock against Bill's hole. He sought entry but didn't want to hurt his friend in the process. There was a moment when Bill's body resisted the invasion and then Chad was inside his friend and easing his way toward the boy's prostate.

As Chad slowly moved in and out, Bill lost track of time. It was as if his whole being was focused on feeling Chad moving inside of him, but when you're a horny thirteen year-old it doesn't take long to reach orgasm. Chad picked up his pace and in only a couple of minutes threw back his head, arched his back, and thrust his hips forward. His dick plunged as deep as it could into Bill in one last throbbing probe of his prostate. "I'm cumming," he yelled, and, as Jack watched, a great spasm seemed to go through the boy as he plunged into his team mate depositing waves of sperm inside his body. A moment later he collapsed on top of Bill, his dick still buried deep inside the other boy.

Chad rested there on top of Bill as the two sweat streaked boys recovered from their exertions. Then Chad kissed his friend as he pulled out of him and rolled over beside him on the bed. Lying on their backs, the two of them just lay there naked on the bed breathing heavily as their racing hearts calmed. They looked at each other lovingly revealing a bond between them that had just grown stronger.

Jack looked from one boy to the other still stroking his hard penis. At fifty-two, he was still very active sexually, but watching sex after he had already had an orgasm, while leaving him erect, did not always mean that he was ready for a second orgasm that evening as he once was when he was younger and could go all night.

"That was great!" exclaimed Jack. "There'll be something special for you in the morning that will be both a tip and something by which you can always remember this evening. Now, why don't you jump in the shower and clean up. It's getting late and we probably all need to get some sleep."

The two boys pulled themselves from the bed and headed for the shower. Jack admired how their rounded, naked butts bounced when they walked. If he had been younger, he would have had sex with them in the shower or on the bed right then. However, as a wealthy man, he could still enjoy all the pleasures that voyeurism provided. Besides, in the morning he would be ready to do what he could not do this evening. These kids are really hot. I'm glad that I brought them down here for some fun. I need to commend Jim Horton when I see him tomorrow, were his thoughts as the made room for the boys on either side of him on the large bed. The three of them would sleep naked with him in the middle. Going to sleep with his hands on the half-erect penises of boys was one of his guilty pleasures.

***

Claude walked naked from the bathroom of his suite. As he approached the bed, he could hear the regular breathing of Steve that let him know that his son was already asleep. Climbing into bed, he reached over and ran his hand admiringly over the boy's smooth, rounded butt one more time before covering him with the sheet. Then he turned out the light on the nightstand beside the bed before turning in for the night. It had been one long, hectic day and he was tired. Now was the time for sleep. He would sort it all out in the morning.

Still naked from his shower, he walked over to the bed. The boys' heavy breathing told him that the two were still asleep. First he ran his hand over Chad's smooth inviting butt. Then he sighed as he slowly fondled Bill's penis for a brief moment. Once he had determined that they had not stirred, he walked over to the closet and found what he was looking for in one corner. The older man smiled to himself as he fondled what he had asked 'Guest Services' to provide in his suite. The two padded stainless steel rings that he held in his hands were connected by a short length of chain. Yes, these will do nicely, he thought to himself.

Returning to the bed, he took the first ring, carefully opened it, and then fastened it around Bill Martin's exposed hairless package thereby securing his cock and balls in a tight steel cock ring. The older man stepped back for a moment fully expecting the boy to wake but a faint stir and a brief shake were all that happened.

Jack took the other end of the chain with its own stainless steel ring and pulled it over to where Chad Owens rested on his belly. With the two boys side by side on the bed, there was enough chain to reach the second boy and still have some of the shiny metal links left over. Slowly but easily he rolled Chad over so that the boy's package was exposed to view. Like his friend, Chad only twitched for a moment as he adjusted to his new position on the bed. With little effort, the man secured the naked boy's package with the second ring. Then, he stepped back to review his handiwork.

The two boy wrestlers were linked together with matching cock rings that were joined together with a about a yard [~1 m] of chain connecting them. The rings fit tightly around each boy's penis and balls. There was no way that they could be pulled over the wearer's scrotum. That meant that the only way to remove them was to open the rings with a key to the locking devices and only Jack had the key.

The boys still slept soundly. Again, Jack smiled to himself. That drop of knockout drug that was in those final drinks that he had given the boys before hitting the bed last night was doing its work. I knew those kids couldn't refuse a little ginger ale before bedtime, he thought to himself.

The older man walked over to the credenza and picked up the phone and dialed Guest Services. Once he was connected, he said "This is Jack Wilkinson in Grenada Suite A. I'm ready for you to transport the two boys currently in my suite to the gym per my instructions from last night."

"Yes sir, Mr. Wilkinson. A transport cart will be at your door in five minutes for pick up. Will there be anything else?" asked the clerk on duty.

"Just be sure that there is an attendant in the gym who is able to act as referee for a wrestling match when we get there and get these boys on their feet."

"One of the boys bringing the cart to your suite will act as referee. He's a star high school wrestler in his own right," advised the clerk.

"Sounds like you have it covered. I will be ready when the cart gets here and go with it to the gym," advised Jack.

Once off the phone, he opened the credenza and found clean clothes. He chose a canary yellow Ralph Lauren polo shirt and J. Crew beige knee-length shorts. No reason I can't look my best and still enjoy a morning wrestling match, he thought as he dressed.

When the knock came at the door to his suite, he was dressed and ready. The two young men who brought the cart were wearing the usual white polo shirts and blue shorts of Boy Vacations staff. Their tight shirts emphasized their muscular torsos. Eighteen year-old Wyatt, the older one would be a freshman at Vanderbilt that fall. He was earning some money for the fall term while Mitch, the younger one by two years, had just finished his sophomore year of high school. He was from a wealthy family and only working at Boy Vacations more as a lark and an adventure during the summer break from school. Both had spent time in athletics and were handsome young men.

If I liked them a little older, I could go for these two, thought Jack as he directed them to the bedroom.

Chad and Bill were still sleeping soundly when Wyatt and Mitch lifted first one and then the other onto the motorized cart being careful not to pull either one's linked packages. The cart itself was similar to those used in hospitals but wide enough so that it could accommodate the two linked teenaged boys side by side as they slept.

Once in position, the boys were covered by a sheet up to their necks. (No need for the whole resort to know what was up. Besides, not that many of the guests were up this early anyway.) Then, the cart was activated and noiselessly moved down the paved walkway in the direction of the gym.

Jack Wilkinson followed behind. As he trailed the cart, the thought to himself This should be fun.

***

Claude Ericson was awakened from a sound sleep by the incessant ringing of the bedside phone. As he rubbed his eyes and realized that the phone was ringing, he looked over to see Steve stirring on the large king-sized bed. Both man and boy were naked under the sheets. (Sleeping naked together in the same bed was something that they did regularly.)

"Claude Ericson here," he answered crisply.

From the other end Claude recognized the voice of Max Thorn, Florida Boy Vacations' head of security. Max was a retired Marine colonel who had, shall we say, the same tastes as the guests who frequented the resort. At fifty-five he was still fit and could out run most of the young guys when on the resort's cross country course. His graying ash-blond hair was still cut 'high and tight' in the Marine manner. About six feet [1.80 m] tall, he tipped the scales at 180 lbs. [82 kg]. (A weight that had not changed in the last twenty-five years). However, he was one of those men who knew how to keep a secret and, therefore, was especially useful when it came to delicate matters with the resorts' guests whose exotic tastes from time to time required care to conceal.

"Mr. Ericson, Sheik Abdullah is awake and asking that a small private plane be placed at his disposal. He says that he wants to fly south to pick up a trans-Atlantic flight. Omar, one of his guards, and he are trained pilots whose licenses are in order. However, before he goes, he would like to speak with you. Is it alright for him to leave the resort? My men have briefed me on what happened last night," summarized Col. Thorn.

"I had better see him first before answering that. For now, go ahead and get the plane ready. His account will easily cover the costs associated with the plane. Get word to him that I will meet him in his suite in 30 minutes."

"I'll inform him personally. Are there any other instructions?" asked the colonel.

"No, not now. I'll contact you as soon as I talk with the sheik. However, just to be on the safe side, have a couple of your men meet me outside of the sheik's guest house," instructed Claude.

"Will do," replied the colonel.

Claude hung up the phone and headed for the bathroom. What the Hell is the sheik up to now? was the thought that crossed his mind as he lathered his face before shaving.

***

The two Boy Vacations staffers directed the cart carrying the two still sleeping boys down the paved walk and through the trees from Jack Wilkinson's guest house to a large, nearby brick building that was clearly marked with a small sign that said 'gymnasium'. Once inside, it was only a short walk down the hall to a large air conditioned room whose chief feature was a wrestling mat on the floor.

"Do you want us to go ahead and wake them?" asked Wyatt once the cart was at the edge of the mat.

"Yes, let's get them up. I was hoping to see a little early morning boy wrestling to get my day started," replied the older man.

Wyatt turned back to the cart and gently started to shake Chad and Will. Soon there were groans and stretches that indicated that they were coming around. Only when they started to get off the cart did the two naked boys discover that they were linked by a stainless steel chain that ran between their two cock rings, something that they knew that they had not had when they fell asleep the night before.

"What the heck is this!" exclaimed Chad. Will was more emphatic with "How the Hell did we get into these things!"

Jack Wilkinson smiled mischievously and then said "I wanted to see the two of you wrestle before you set off on today's outing to Disney World with the rest of your team. Don't worry; the cock rings and chain are just to keep you close to each other while you wrestle. They're just a little something extra to make the match more interesting.

The boys looked up to see Mitch taking off his shirt. He kicked off his loafers and then undid his belt and buttons, dropped his knee length shorts, and stepped out of them. He stood there for a moment clad in only his blue bikini briefs. His sun-bronzed torso with his well-formed pecs and six pack abs contrasted with his sun-bleached blonde hair which he wore a trifle too long to be stylish. Then, he stuck his thumbs in the corners of his briefs and slowly slid them down and stepped out of them. There was a long pause as he stood there naked looking at Jack Wilkinson allowing him in turn to get a good look at his naked body with its well-developed muscles and hairless package. He scratched an imaginary itch on his flaccid four inch [10 cm] penis before saying "Ready when you are, sir."

"You don't expect us to wrestle this guy do you? He's got to be at least two years older than us and a good ten pounds [~5 kg] heavier," said Chad looking quizzically at the older boy. To Chad and Bill, even if he was their 'patron', some things were just not reasonable.

"Why no, of course not," said Jack. "However, he will referee the match and award points as you earn them. It just makes sense for him to strip down in order to do it. After all, once we get the two of you oiled up, he would ruin his clothes getting down on the mat with the two of you. Let's get started shall we?"

The two friends looked at each other and silently figured that they really didn't have much choice. If naked wrestling were all that they were expected to do to satisfy Jack Wilkinson, then they figured that they would be getting off easy.

The two naked boys faced each other and began limbering up. Wyatt went over to a supply cabinet on one wall and came back with a large bottle of mineral oil. Then he waved to the two boys to come over to him. Once they were all together, he proceeded to oil their naked bodies in order to make them slippery and hard to hold in the coming match. It seemed to both boys that he spent too much time oiling their hairless dicks and balls. By the time that he tied a red piece of cloth on the left ankle of Chad and a blue piece on the left ankle of Bill, both were hard as rocks.

Jack looked at first one naked, shiny boy and then the other. I wouldn't mind wrestling either one of these boys if I were their age, he thought.

Then he gave them their instructions. "This isn't like wrestling back at school. The only rules for this match are no biting, kicking in the balls, or poking in the eyes. You also get points for sex acts during the match including such things as touching or grabbing your opponent's package and butt, so use your imagination."

Both boys took their positions at opposite corners of the mat and assumed a crouching stance. Then Mitch blew a whistle that he had produced from somewhere signaling the start of the match. Chad and Bill slowly circled each other on the mat sizing each other up. Both of the naked, shiny teens glared at each other as though they could somehow will the other into submission. The yard long stainless steel chain that connected their cock rings kept them close to one another and wary of any sudden moves that would painfully pull them by their packages.

Suddenly, Chad made the first move. With his left arm raised and his right lowered like he was going to grab Bill by the balls, the Martin boy rushed his friend trying to throw him off balance and take him down. Bill must have expected another move and was just a second too slow to sidestep the attack. Chad managed to get him in an arm lock and quickly used one leg to throw Bill off balance. Bill was thrown to the mat but the connecting chain meant that Chad was pulled down with him. For a second, the chain pulled taut stretching both boys' dicks and balls painfully. The result was that both of the naked, slippery boys landed in a heap on the mat with Chad on top of Bill. The mineral oil was definitely doing its job as both boys slipped and slid around on each other in a large shiny oily spot on the other wise clean mat.

Mitch, acting as the referee squatted beside the two wrestlers calling out "Ten points red, takedown." (Jack admired how Mitch's dangling balls swung between his legs as he made the call.)

The oil and the chain connecting the cock rings on the wrestlers' packages made it difficult for either boy to exploit the situation. In spite of Chad being in a better position, he thrashed about trying to get a good hold on Bill who was still under him on the mat. Somehow, Bill's struggling threw Chad off-balance just enough to roll him over and onto his side. The chain connecting the two boys again pulled taut and there was a yell of pain as the cock rings pulled each boy's package away from his body in a painful stretch of both of their hairless dicks and balls. Then the two fell towards each other in a heap as the chain went slack.

Bill was the more alert of the two or maybe his package had not been pulled as hard as that of his friend. In a flash the tables were turned and Bill was on top of Chad.

"Five points blue, reverse," ruled Mitch.

From time to time both boys had wrestled naked but neither had oil wrestled before nor been connected to each other's packages by a chain while doing it. Just the situation itself was enough to excite Chad and Bill. In spite of the pull on their packages, both boys remained fully erect.

In the new position, Bill was left with his four and a half inch [11 cm] hard penis up against Chad's lower back. The sweat and oil that covered both of the struggling boys added to the erotic effect that the match was having on each of them. Bill maneuvered himself until he was on top of an equally struggling Chad making sure that the chain connecting them remained between them and not caught around a leg or something worse. Then it happened, Bill was able to get Chad in an arm bar. Once he had the taller teen's well-oiled upper body spread-eagled in the hold, Bill freed one hand and felt for his opponent's hard cock that was standing straight up and presenting an inviting target.

"Five points blue, hand on cock," again ruled Mitch.

Bill grunted and struggled in the slick oil on the mat as he broke the hold and pulled away from Chad. Unsteadily, both of the oil-slickened boys got to their feet. There was a moment of hesitation and then each rushed toward the other grabbing one another around the neck. There was a brief pause as they struggled against each other almost in slow motion trying to keep each other at bay. Then, facing one another, they pressed their slick, hard bodies together with only the grunts of their struggle and the cheers and taunts of Jack Wilkinson breaking the silence. Their wet muscular bodies glistened in the bright lights of the gym. Their faces were only inches apart. As they struggled, the short distance between them slowly closed and their lips met. Then, the two boys kissed one another in a slow pantomime of a kiss that was all the more erotic as it was obviously part of their mutual struggle.

"Lip lock, five points, red and blue," chortled Mitch.

Both boys held their wet, passionate kiss for what seemed like forever as they slowly moved their hands down to feel each other's cocks. Then in a surprise move, Chad suddenly dropped to his knees and slid Bill's hard cock into his mouth. He licked the rock hard member with a skill born of experience and began to move up and down the shaft licking it as he went. Bill struggled to break free, but Chad had his arms wrapped tightly around Bill's legs at the knees. As a result, the Martin boy found himself unable to break the old as well as being thrown off balance by the thrill of pleasure that the ran through his young body.

"Mouth on Cock, ten points, red," announced Mitch. Then he separated the two boys and the circling started again.

This give and take went on for what must have been another fifteen minutes until Bill threw Chad off balance, and, in a surprise move, pinned the taller boy to the mat with Bill receiving 20 points for the final pin.

When the points were added up, Bill had won but by only a few points. Mitch stood between them and raised Bill's oil and sweat covered arm in the traditional sign of victory.

"Great match boys," said Jack Wilkinson. "Oh, I forgot to mention that the winner gets to do whatever he wants to with the loser for five minutes. What'll it be Bill?"

Both of the naked sweaty and still oily boys stood there breathing hard not sure that they had heard the older man correctly. They looked from one to the other in a sort of daze. What did Jack Wilkinson mean that the winner could "do whatever he wanted to the loser?"

"Mitch here's the key to their cock rings. Let them out of them," said the older man as he threw the key to the referee.

Deftly Mitch caught the key in midair. Then, he squatted down and took Bill's still hard penis in his left hand as he used his right to unlock the boy's padded cock ring. As he unlocked the ring, he whispered to Bill in a voice loud enough for Chad to hear "The loser has to let you screw him or whatever else you want to make him do. It's the winner's prize in nude wrestling here at the resort. Believe me, I've had the winner's hard dick up my butt more than once and done the same to the loser when I've won."

As Mitch turned his attentions to unlocking Chad's cock ring, Bill looked at his friend lying there naked on the mat still breathing hard from the exertions of the match. Then he said "Last night you screwed me, today I'd like to see what it's like when I'm the one doing the screwing. You were gentle with me. I'll promise to be gentle with you."

Chad blinked a couple of times and then wiped the sweat and oil from his forehead. He really didn't want Bill to screw him, but he also knew that having screwed his friend the night before, he had little choice but to submit. After all, if he had done it to Bill, then it was only fair for Bill to expect to do it to him.

"Let's go over to that pommel horse over there. Lean over on it on your stomach and spread your legs. I want to screw you while standing on my feet," said Bill.

Slowly, Chad got to his feet and walked the few feet to the leather-padded pommel horse and positioned himself facing it. He stood there centered between the two pommels (hand grips) that protruded from the top. Mitch reached down beside the horse and found a couple of nylon straps on the floor. He shoved Chad face down onto the middle of the horse's padded surface. Then, he grabbed the younger boy's arms and pulled them over the top between the pommels and securely tied them there with the nylon straps. Then, walking around the horse, he kicked Chad's legs out and apart so that his full weight rested on his midsection against the side of the leather-padded piece of gymnastic equipment. This left his package exposed just below the side of the horse. Mitch stepped back a moment admiring his handy work and then reached down to stroke Chad's dick that was still somewhat hard between his legs. Slowly, he stroked it with his right hand. Within moments, it was fully hard again.

Explanatory note: The pommel horse (also called a side horse) is a piece of equipment used by gymnasts for floor exercises. Traditionally, it is used only by male gymnasts. Pommel horses have a metal body covered with foam rubber and leather, with two plastic handles (or pommels) equally spaced on the top. The 'horse' stands 115cm (3.8 ft.) high and is 160cm (about 5 ft.) long and 35cm (14in) wide. See the following for more detail: Wikipedia.org/wiki/Pommel.

"Let me warm him up a little for you," said Mitch. As he spoke, he continued to stroke Chad's hard dick with his right hand. Then, he used the index finger of his left to slowly push inside the younger boy's exposed hole.

Chad gasped at this invasion of his butt and squirmed violently as he tried to no avail to resist as the straps held him firmly to the curving leather surface of the horse. Mitch twisted his finger around inside of Chad's anus probing deeper and deeper until his whole finger was buried up to the knuckle. In spite of himself, Chad's body shook. Waves of pain as well as pleasure swept over the sweaty, oil-soaked boy's trembling naked body. His ragged breathing gave the only hint of how he truly felt.

"Bill, I think that I have him ready for you. Are you ready to have the ride of your life?" asked Mitch smiling broadly as he saw the effect that he was having on Chad who was by now panting as precum started to drip from his rock hard penis.

Bill walked over to where Chad was tied spread out face down over the pommel horse. His friend's butt twitched in expectation as his chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing. Bill hesitated a moment running his hand over Chad's rounded, inviting butt with its clearly exposed boy hole. Then, he pressed the tip of his hard four and a half inch [11cm] penis against the opening. There was a yelp and what must have been a stifled jerk from the firmly secured boy on the horse.

Jack Wilkinson watched the proceedings with his eyes fixed on the boy strapped to the pommel horse. The older man's eyes were glazed, there were drops of sweat apparent on his forehead, and his hands shook slightly. He caressed his own hard dick through the fabric of his expensive shorts as he considered whether or not to join the action on the horse. As it was, his rapid breathing was the only thing that betrayed how he truly felt. Damn, I'm glad that I brought these kids down here, he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Mitch's feeling him up and the anticipation of his friend running his dick up his butt must have finally caused Chad to boil over and panic. He gasped, "No! Please, don't do it. I know that it's going to hurt! Let me up!" He struggled uselessly against his restraints in a desperate effort to free himself. Tears ran down his young face as he continue to repeat "No, no, no!"

From Chad's 'cool' macho reaction to all of the boy sex that they had been experiencing during recent days, Bill had not realized before that the idea of anal sex was something that really and truly scared his friend and teammate. From the way that Chad had acted up until now, he had left the impression that taking it up the butt was something that he had done several times and that it was Bill who was the anal 'virgin'.

The effect that Chad's struggles had on both Bill and Mitch could only be described as more than stimulating. Both boys' dicks were hard as rocks. Their glazed eyes were fixed on the struggling boy on the pommel horse. A small stream of saliva dripped down the side of Bill's mouth matching the dribbling precum that was coming from his penis. Bill pressed the head of his four and a half inch[11cm] dick into Chad's puckered opening but really didn't enter his friend's undefended butt. His friend screamed in fear and fought even harder against his restraints but to no avail.

Bill backed off for a moment and instead of his hard dick, he slowly inserted first one and then two fingers stretching Chad's opening. His friend's panic had not subsided and he screamed "That hurts! Take it out!" even louder and more insistent than before.

The tips of Bill's fingers must have touched Chad's prostate because his dick suddenly jumped. Bill started to massage that spot more and increased massaging his friend's dick even harder. Suddenly, Chad shook violently and cum exploded from his dick shooting all over the floor under the pommel horse. The boy screamed again as he shot repeated globs of the gray-white liquid in what must have been the longest and most intense orgasm of his young life.

Jack Wilkinson realized that Chad had had all that he could take for the morning. While he would like to have screwed the boy himself, he was no fool. He knew when enough was enough. No use pushing the kid over into shock. There was still plenty of time to have sex with the him before they go back to Atlanta, were his thoughts as he walked over to the pommel horse and ran his hand softly over Chad's butt. "That's a good boy," the older man said soothingly as he continued to run his hand over the frightened boy's body. "Mitch, untie Chad. I think that's enough for today. Besides, these boys need to get cleaned up and have some breakfast before they join their friends for the outing to Disney World that I promised them for today.

Mitch quickly untied the now unresisting Chad. Bill helped him to his feet and put one arm over his own shoulders. Then Mitch and he helped his friend in the direction of the showers at the far end of the gym.

Invigorated, Jack Wilkinson left the gym with a spring in his step. This had been a good way to start the day. Then he turned his thoughts to breakfast.

Claude Ericson hurried down the path to Sheik Abdullah's guest house. So the sheik wants to leave the country. I would too, if I had just raped the son of a very rich man who could quietly arrange for me to have an 'accident' which might prove fatal, the Boy Vacations executive thought to himself.

As he approached the guest house, he noticed that two of Col. Thorn's security guards were waiting discreetly nearby pretending to be taking a break under a tree. Claude reached the door of the guest house and knocked. Moments later, the door opened and Sheik Abdullah's man, Omar, stood there beckoning him to enter.

"My master is in his bedroom packing and asks that you join him there" said the big bodyguard in heavily accented English.

Claude turned and walked in the direction of the bedroom from which he could hear the noise of drawers being opened and shut.

The sheik looked up as Claude entered. The younger man could see that the Arab was still deeply disturbed by what had happened the night before. His face was pale and drawn. Also, there was an expression on it that was somewhere between desperation and fear. From previous dealings with the man, Claude also saw that his packing was haphazard and not his usual neat methodical work. Clearly, the sheik wanted to leave the county before things could get any worse for him.

"Sir, my people tell me that you want a small private plane placed at your disposal so that you can make a connection in a major airport to leave the country. Is that correct?" asked Claude.

"Yes, yes, that is correct. I need to get home to my own country before Smithson finds out what I did to his son. I am afraid that he will seek revenge," responded the Sheik.

Claude responded "Don't you want to know about the condition of the Smithson boy and your own son?"

"Yes, of course. How bad is it? Spare me nothing?" said the older man.

"The Smithson boy has only a small tear in his anal canal. Our medics took two stitches in it and kept him overnight for observation. Physically, he should be fine in a week or so. On the other hand, psychological damage might be a different matter. We'll just have to see.

Your son went into shock. I assume that he had never seen you rape another boy before. He too was kept overnight for observation. Like the Smithson boy, there might be psychological damage. It's too soon to tell in either case," reported Claude.

"Praise Allah, that there was no more serious damage to either boy. I appreciate your help in keeping this matter quiet. I still think that I should leave the country. Of course, I will gladly pay for anything that my son or the Smithson boy need as well as for your discretion.

I want to leave Ali here with you. His school starts in a month and from what you have said, he may need psychological counseling. I assume that the Smithson boy will need some too. Of course, once his father is informed he may have other ideas of where that will be, but I would think that the two boys would do better if they remain together."

"If that is what you want, then we here at Boy Vacations can arrange it," replied Claude. "Were you going to tell Ali that he will remain here or did you want me to handle that for you?"

"I would appreciate it if you would inform Ali. I will talk with my son by phone once I have left the country," advised the Sheik.

"As you wish your highness," said Claude. Then, he shook hands with the older man and turned and left the guest house.

As he hurried down the path, he dialed Col. Thorn. Once he had the security chief on the phone he gave orders to the older man saying "Let Sheik Abdullah have the plane but arrange to delay his final flight clearance until you have heard from me. I need to be sure that his son and the Smithson boy are OK, before I let him leave the resort."

***

The unforgiving sun beat down on the desert landscape. Ali was running naked over hot sand that seemed to stretch forever toward the horizon. He recognized the terrain as being somewhere in the Middle East but was not sure just where he was. In the distance, five riders in flowing Arab robes were coming up fast behind him on camels. The faster he ran, the closer the men seemed to get to him. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. It seemed that he was getting nowhere. Then panting, he fell into the sand as it rose beneath his feet as the rolling ground became a low hill. Panting, he lay there face down unable to go any further. Then, the riders reached him. The men seemed to leap effortlessly from the backs of their camels and run to where he lay in the sand. Suddenly, he realized that each man had his hard penis exposed through an opening in his robe. Their organs seemed huge and red in the desert sun. Two of the men grabbed him and held him in place on the ground as one of them lowered himself to rape him. Too late, he realized that the face of that man was that of his father.

Ali woke up screaming. It had only been a nightmare, but one born of what had happened the night before when his father had raped Kyle in their suite in the guest house there at the Boy Vacations Florida resort.

One of the attendants in the infirmary was at his side with a cool cloth wiping the perspiration from his forehead. The cool moistness helped calm his ragged breathing and his heart rate began to return to normal.

Ali recognized the attendant as Marcel from the flight down from New York. The young Lebanese looked at him intently with his face cloaked in a serious expression. Then, he relaxed and slowly smiled at Ali.

"It looks like you have been having a nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?" asked Marcel.

Ali blinked a couple of times trying to sort things out in his mind. Then, he said to Marcel "Where I and what are you doing here? I thought that you were a flight attendant?"

"I am," replied the older boy. "However, Mr. Ericson thought that you might like to have a face here that you knew when you woke up. I also spend part of my time working in the infirmary since I hope to go to med school. I understand that Kyle and you had a pretty rough evening last night."

"You might say that if you had watched your father rape another boy and it's one from your school," said Ali with the disgust in his voice scarcely masked.

Like Ali, Marcel was a lean young teenager but with an olive complexion. He stood about 5ft. 9 [1.76 m] and weighed 145 lbs. [65 kg]. His hair was wavy and black. It framed his thin face with its brown eyes and aquiline nose in such a way as to give him an exotic look. From the way that his white golf shirt clung to his body, Ali could see that the Lebanese boy was in good shape with well-defined arms and chest. Looking at Marcel, it crossed Ali's mind that sex with the young Lebanese would appeal to a Boy Vacations guest.

"Would you like to shower? You might feel better, if you did." suggested Marcel.

Ali thought it over for a moment before saying "Yes, that's a good idea. I still feel dirty from what happened last night."

The young Arab boy pushed himself up from the bed on one elbow. Only then did he realize that he was only wearing one of those hospital gowns that seem to be made of cloth that feels like paper and ties in the back.

Sensing his need, Marcel offered "I can help you with the ties, if you like."

"Yes, that's probably for the best. The few times that I have had to wear one of these things I have never been able to tie or untie it," said Ali.

Marcel helped Ali up to the side of the hospital bed. The young Arab boy paused there for a moment and still seemed to be a bit confused.

"Can you make it to the bathroom or do you need to hold on to me?" inquired Marcel.

"Thanks but I can get there by myself. Just come with me to help me with the ties on this gown," replied Ali.

Marcel followed Ali to the bathroom of his hospital room. The boys saw that the shower was one of those that was designed for handicapped access so that there was no lip on it at floor level. There was just a drain in the floor with the shower head and controls projected from the wall in a corner of the bath room. While this provided convenient access for anyone with any handicap, it also meant that water could go anywhere in the bathroom depending on how the patient using it directed the water.

"Would you like for me to stay with you while you shower to make sure that you don't fall or anything? The doctor gave you a pretty strong sedative last night and all of it may not have worn off yet," asked Marcel as he worked to untie Ali's gown.

Ali could see Marcel's face in the bathroom mirror and smiled back at the young Lebanese. "That would be nice," he replied. Then, he grinned knowingly at the other boy.

As Marcel untied the gown, he could not help but admire the young Arab's nicely rounded butt and slim back and legs. Unconsciously, he reached out and ran his hand down the other boy's back and across his firm inviting butt cheeks.

Ali did not flinch from the touch of the Lebanese boy. Instead, he spoke softly saying "Take off your clothes and let's try out this shower together."

Marcel did not have to be asked twice. He found the clothes hooks on the other wall. He pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts and pulled it over his head. Then, he undid his belt and unzipped his shorts and stepped out of them. He hesitated only a moment and then his blue bikini briefs joined the rest of his clothes on the floor.

His back was to Ali as he picked up his clothes and hung them on the waiting hook. The young Arab boy could not help but admire Marcel's lean, well-muscled olive-complected back and butt as he hung up his clothes. His penis stiffened at the sight. When Marcel turned around, both boys were fully erect.

Marcel stepped into the warm stream of water and Ali adjusted the shower so that the warm water cascaded over both of their now fully-aroused naked bodies. The Lebanese boy took a piece of soap in his hand and started washing Ali's lean torso. Ali in turn found a piece of soap and began to wash the other boy. Then he leaned forward and kissed Marcel on the lips. There was only a moment's hesitation and then both boys were deep kissing each other as they continued to run their hands over each other's bodies.

When they disengaged, Marcel continued kissing Ali working his way down his body as the warm water ran down his torso. When he got to the young Arab's hairless pubic area, his mouth enveloped Ali's rock hard penis. Slowly he slid the boy's dick in and out licking and sucking in such a way as to get the maximum effect from his efforts. Ali's face was thrown back and his eyes were glazed as the water played its magic on his young body. It was only a few minutes but it felt like forever when his orgasm caused him to shoot ropes of gray-white liquid into Marcel's mouth. All thoughts of last night's trauma were forgotten, at least for the moment.

***

Unseen by the boys in the shower in the room in the infirmary, Claude Ericson watched on the Boy Vacations executive channel as Marcel serviced Ali. I thought that Arab kid would respond to Marcel's efforts. I'm glad that I sent that Lebanese boy over to the infirmary this morning to attend to him in his room. A good sexual experience is usually the best way to get someone over a bad one, thought the Boy Vacations executive as he continued to watch the boys embrace and kiss deeply one more time before turning off the water and starting to dry each other's naked bodies.

Now, if Kyle Smithson can only be 'cured' as easily by Steve, mused Claude as he changed the channel on his monitor in order to check on the other boy.

***

In the adjoining room, unlike Ali, Kyle had slept the dreamless sleep of one who wanted to escape from the reality of what had happened the night before. Perhaps it was the sedative that he had been given or perhaps he had just willed himself into limbo. Awake for an hour, he had not moved nor opened his eyes. He lay there on his bed in his room in the resort's infirmary rethinking his decision to come to Boy Vacations Florida in the first place. Being raped was not something which he had bargained for when he begged to come to Boy Vacations Florida and pretend to be an employee. Looking back, he wondered what he had been thinking in the first place. Finally, a tear found its way out of his eye. Reflexively, he wiped it away with his hand.

Steve was waiting at his bedside for him to waken. He did not miss the movement and knew that the young American must be awake. The older boy stood up and walked over to the hospital bed and reached out placing his own hand over Kyle's partially upturned one. Instinctively, the young American closed his hand around the older boy's and squeezed it softly. Then he opened his eyes.

Steve looked back at him and then smiled softly. "How are you doing this morning? I know that you had a rough night of it," he said looking quizzically at Kyle.

"Better," replied Kyle his face still emotionless. "I remember you from the plane. As I recall, we had some fun on the plane, but why are you here?"

"You may not remember, but I'm Steve. Claude Ericson is my adoptive father. Like him, I also work for the resort. He wanted me to be sure that you were OK so I came by and waited until you were awake to be certain."

Kyle slowly let his eyes wonder over the boy who was in his room. They were about the same height and weight. It was apparent from what he could see of his body that he was lean and muscular. Since he was wearing beige shorts and a cream-colored golf shirt, it was obvious that he was not one of Boy Vacations regular staffers.

Steve looked back taking in the boy in the bed. He figured rightly that the young American was still trying to cope with what had happened to him the night before. "Are you ready to get up and see how it goes or would you prefer to stay in bed for a while longer?" he inquired.

"I think that I'm ready to get up," replied Kyle.

"There's a hot tub in the room next to this one. You might like a soak to relieve any remaining tensions from last night," suggested Steve.

"That sounds like just what I need," responded the young American boy.

As he got up from the bed, like Ali, he suddenly realized that all that he was wearing was a hospital gown. He looked around perplexed for a moment, then he said "How did I end up in this darn thing?"

"I feel sure that the infirmary personnel put it on you. After all you were naked and unconscious when they brought you in here," responded Steve.

The two boys walked over to the nearby door and opened it. The sound of the gurgling warm water greeted them as did the higher humidity of the room where the hot tub was located.

Kyle looked at Steve and said "That certainly does look inviting." Then, putting his arms up over his head, he proceeded to pull the hospital gown off without untying it. The thirteen year-old American boy stood there naked. At 5ft. 7in. [1.70 m] and 145 lb. [65 kg], Kyle was a good-looking boy in his own right. He played football and basketball back home in the States. In the off season, he lifted weights. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. Since being shaved while on Ericson Island, he was hairless below the neck. As a result, his quickly hardening five inch [12½ cm.] rock-hard cock looked larger than it was.

Looking at how inviting Kyle was standing there before him, it was hard for Steve to believe that this same boy had been raped the night before. "How would you feel about me joining you in the hot tub? I'd enjoy a soak myself," said Steve as his own erection began to tent his shorts.

"Sure. Why not?" said Kyle. "I'd like the company."

Steve slowly pulled his golf shirt over his head and hung it on a clothes hook on the wall. The rest of his clothes quickly followed so that he stood there for a moment in just his bikini type underwear. Then he too was naked.

The young American looked at Steve and thought how much alike their bodies were. Lean and muscular, Steve stood there looking back at Kyle. By now, both boys had erections that would have done justice to marble.

Kyle was the first to take hold of the polished chrome handrail and ease himself into the warm waters of the hot tub. Steve followed with his eyes never leaving the other boy's shapely rounded butt. Once in the tub both boys found the submerged benches that were built into the sides of the tub and slowly immersed their young bodies into the warm circulating water.

"Come over here," said Steve "Let me massage your neck and shoulders. You'd be surprised at just how much tension that can relieve."

The older boy reached up and took Kyle by the arm carefully guiding him closer to him. Then he slowly turned him around in the warm water so that the young American had his back to the seated Steve. Kyle slipped down onto his knees so that the other boy could use his hands to massage his bare neck and shoulders. The kneading of his stiff muscles felt wonderful. The warm water swirled around his naked body adding to the relaxing feelings that swept over him erasing the lingering tensions from the night before. Steve watched knowingly as the boy let out a sigh. Then, there was a muffled moan from Kyle as Steve's fingers strayed over his body to his nipples. The older boy tweaked Kyle's nipples gently causing both of them to harden instantly. Then, he circled them in turn with his wet fingers just brushing the tips gently enough to cause the most wonderful sensation to course through Kyle's young body. The young American was now breathing hard in response to Steve's caresses and could feel his own erect penis throbbing in anticipation of what might come next.

Under other circumstances, Steve would have eased his rock-hard penis into Kyle's inviting and very exposed opening, but he knew what had happened to the young American only the night before. Helping Kyle recover from his trauma was the goal. At the moment, any penetration was out of the question.

Instead, Steve eased Kyle's upper body up against his own so that the younger boy's upper back rested gently on his chest. Then his right hand slipped down to Kyle's hard penis and began to glide up and down the throbbing shaft. The older boy's experienced hand quickly but delicately produced the maximum in sexual response.

Kyle moaned softly as Steve's hand continued to caress his erection. His eyes were half closed as his mind drifted back to the many times that masturbation had provided relief from whatever was bothering him at the moment. Thoughts of last night's terror slowly drifted from his mind as the pleasure of sex with another boy laid a calming veneer over his young form.

It didn't take long before he reached orgasm. Ropes of cum shot from his teenaged dick and landed in the swirling waters of the hot tub. Unthinking, Kyle let out a yell of pleasure as tension drifted away on the warm waters. Then, turning he kissed Steve full on the mouth in a slow, lingering kiss.

Kyle's cry of pleasure must have carried over into the other room which, along with his own, shared the hot tub. The door slowly opened and there stood a naked Ali holding a towel in one hand looking back at him quizzically. Kyle pulled himself away from Steve and stood up with the hot water cascading down his naked body. Then, he stretched out his hand toward the young Arab boy. Ali stepped into the room with his own arm extended. Kyle stumbled as he found the steps leading up from the tub. In an instant, Ali was at the top of them with his waiting arms outstretched. Suddenly, the two of them were in each other's arms hugging one another. Tears ran down their faces as the emotions that were just below the surface drained from their naked bodies. Whatever else had happened the night before, it had bonded these two boys together as much, much more than friends.

Marcel had followed Ali into the hot tub room. He stood there smiling. Then, he caught Steve looking back at him and they exchanged knowing looks. Kyle and Ali were going to be alright. In fact, it was apparent that they were going to be a lot more than just alright.

***

On his monitor, Claude Erickson looked at the scene in the hot tub room and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that neither boy was completely healed from the trauma of their recent experience, but he also knew that they were definitely on the road to recovery.

He switched off the monitor and decided that it was time to make sure that Ali's father had his clearance to leave the country.

Those boys are going to be OK. I only hope that I can say the same about the Sheik, thought Claude as he dialed flight ops.

As the phone rang, the Boy Vacations executive thought to himself, those kids should room together here and then back at their school. Making them inseparable is probably the best medicine for both families and the best way to secure that there will be no retaliation for what Sheik Abdullah did to Kyle Smithson.

Unfortunately, John Smithson had already learned about the events of the night before.

***

Later that day, a small private plane headed southeast from Orlando in the direction of the Boy Vacations' private island in the Caribbean. Once there, it would quickly and quietly be refueled and continue to a foreign airport where Sheik Abdullah would connect with a trans-Atlantic flight that would be headed in the direction of his homeland.

The middle-aged Arab sat alone in the cockpit. As he piloted the small plane, he pondered his future as he looked out the window at the lengthening shadows as night descended on the water far below. The sudden explosion that ripped through the airplane ended whatever plans he had for remaining safe from John Smithson.

That morning, after the wrestling match had ended and Jack Wilkinson had left the gym, it remained for Mitch and Wyatt to help the teenaged wrestlers, Bill Martin and Chad Owens, recover from their exertions. The fact that Chad had panicked at the very thought of having a hard cock up his ass was something that needed settling. There seemed to be no reason for him to have acted that way. Determining why was something that needed to done before letting him leave the gym. Otherwise, the older boys reasoned, he might always have an abnormal fear of anal sex.

These were the thoughts as Mitch and Bill each draped one of Chad's arms over their shoulders. Chad was half walking half staggering, but listlessly with a blank stare. It was only with the aid of the other two boys that he was walking at all. Wyatt had picked up Mitch's clothes and followed the other three. As they entered the door to the large tiled shower room, the motion sensors responded flooding the room with the brilliant white of its florescent lighting. Perhaps it was the light or maybe he was just getting his wits back, but Chad jerked upright and said "I can make it by myself. Just let me walk."

Mitch turned on the water at the nearest shower and proceeded to adjust the temperature until it was comfortably warm. Then, turning to Chad, he said "Get under this. You'll feel better once you take a shower."

Still somewhat listless, Chad half walked half stumbled over to where the warm water flowed in a steady stream and stood under it so that it cascaded down his naked body. Only then was it apparent that he was trembling ever so slightly.

This was the first time that both Mitch and Wyatt had had a real opportunity to size up the two boy wrestlers. Both of the 13 year-old Atlanta boys, Chad and Bill, lived up to their reputation when naked. The older boys could see that the two teammates were well-hung boys. Their circumcised three and a half inch [9 cm] penises when compared to their still developing bodies made them appear even more endowed. The boys' bodies were tight, lean, and supple with indications of the hard muscles that were just beginning to form. The only real difference between the two was the fact that Chad at five foot nine [1.80 m] was almost an inch [2½ cm] taller than Bill. Like their teammates, they had shaved the pubic hair above their penises so that nothing would show through their singlets when they wrestled.

In reality, the two Boy Vacations employees seemed like boys themselves. Wyatt, the older of the two, was said to be registered as a freshman at Vanderbilt that fall and earning extra money for the fall term. Mitch, the younger one by what appeared to be two years, was in high school and from a wealthy family. His story was that he was only working at Boy Vacations as a lark and as an adventure during the summer break from school. Both had spent time in athletics and were handsome young men in their own right.

Wyatt found the nearest clothes hook and started taking off his clothes. Both Bill and Chad seemed a little surprised at this. Neither boy was sure why both of the resort employees needed to shower with them.

"We can't leave Chad like this" said Mitch in an effort to explain what was coming next. "Otherwise, he's probably going to have a phobia about anal sex for the rest of his life" explained Wyatt as he finished stripping.

Without warning, Mitch grabbed Chad by his wrist and spun him around so that he faced the wall of the shower. The younger boy was not expecting this and momentarily lost his balance. He reached out his other hand to try to catch himself against the wall. Instantly, Wyatt had him by the other wrist. Then, the two older boys pulled his arms up over his head. Only then did Chad and Bill realize that there were what appeared to be half a set of handcuffs protruding from each fixture on the wall on either side of and slightly above the shower head. Chad didn't even have time to struggle before he found himself secured facing the wall with both arms over his head. He could only stand there stunned with the warm water still falling over his young body.

Wyatt turned and walked naked back into the gym. A moment later, he returned with something in his hand. Since he was behind him, Chad he couldn't see what it was, but Bill recognized it at once. Wyatt had a slender tan dildo in his hand. There was a switch visible on its end so that it could only mean that it was one that vibrated.

"I don't know about this! I think that he's had enough!" exclaimed Bill half shouting at Mitch trying to be sure that he was heard over the sound of the shower.

Chad was not sure what was happening and struggled uselessly against his bonds trying to see over his shoulder. He just wanted to get out of where he was. He only knew that he had had more than enough sex for one day. However, the way that he was tied there was nothing that he could do to free himself.

Wyatt grabbed Bill by the wrist and spun him around. "We aren't going to hurt him. We just want him to realize that what you were about to do would not have hurt him either."

At these words, Chad must have realized that his ordeal was not over. He didn't know if one or both of the two Boy Vacations employees were going to rape him and he didn't want to find out. His scream was enough to "wake the dead" as some people would say while he fought valiantly but uselessly against his restraints.

Wyatt and Mitch must have anticipated his actions but had not yet had time to tape his mouth shut. From somewhere, Mitch produced a gray roll of duct tape. A short piece of the heavy duty tape over his mouth ended Chad's screams and left him blubbering into his gag.

Meanwhile, Wyatt forced Bill's arms behind his back saying "We had hoped that you would just stand there and watch, but we're prepared if you won't do that. Mitch turned from taping Chad's mouth and helped his friend tie up Bill at the shower next to the one where Chad was still struggling.

"Mr. Wilkinson said that Chad and I had had enough. Didn't you hear him? Isn't he the guest here? Don't you do what a guest wants? Aren't you going to get into a lot of trouble if you do something else?" The questions poured from Bill in a voice that was half mad and half panic rolled into one.

Mitch and Wyatt looked back at him calmly. As Bill saw it, they seemed detached from the reality of the situation. Mitch just stood there and slowly stroked his rock hard dick. Wyatt had a strange smile on his otherwise handsome face. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and slowly slid the dildo up and down in the opening.

In cold horror the reality of the situation hit Bill. They were going to shove that dildo up Chad's ass no matter what it did to him psychologically!

Wyatt turned and walked over to Chad who still struggled uselessly against his bonds. Only the continuous cascade of warm water from the shower provided any calming effect on the erotic tableau that was unfolding in the shower room there at the end of the gym. The older boy slowly ran his free hand down Chad's back only stopping when he reached the round firmness of the young wrestler's ass. Then, he kneaded the boy's butt like it was a roll of bread dough. Chad screamed again into his gag convinced that he was about to be raped. His eyes rolled around as he sought some way to free himself.

The older boy reached around and pulled the tape from the young wrestler's mouth. Chad shook his head. Unconsciously, he spat and cursed under his breath.

"Tell me, Chad, why are you so hung up about not taking one up the ass? Why are you acting this way?" questioned Wyatt as he continued to massage the younger boy's ass.

Chad finally realized the hopelessness of the situation. His last defenses were down. While he was still panicky about what might happen at any second, his last shred of reason made him respond to the question. Without thinking he blurted out "I was raped by my uncle when I was twelve! He trapped me in the bathroom after I had taken a shower after a soccer game. No one was home but the two of us. He dragged me out of the bathroom and threw me down on the bed in the adjoining bedroom and then he raped me. He threatened to kill me, if I ever told anyone. That's why I can't even think straight when it comes to taking it up the butt."

Wyatt looked at Mitch and then at Bill. "So, you're saying that your Uncle, Peter Owens, raped you when you were only twelve. Is that correct?"

"Yes, that's exactly what happened? Hey, wait a minute, how did you know his name? I never said what his name was" responded Chad in a shrill demanding voice that still bore traces of his panic.

"That's all we needed to know." Then Wyatt turned toward the door and yelled "Did you get all of that?

"We got it" came a loud male voice from the other room.

"Mitch, help me get him down. We have what we need" instructed Wyatt.

The two older boys proceeded to release Chad from the restraints and helped him down from where he had been trussed up under the shower. Slowly, they eased the young Georgia native to the tiled floor and let the warm water continue to cascade over him. Then they released Bill from where he had been secured to the adjacent shower.

Wyatt looked at the two boy wrestlers and said "I'm Officer Wyatt Smith of the Atlanta Police Department. This is officer cadet Mitch Morgan. You're not the only boy that Peter Owens has raped. However, we needed your testimony that he had raped you in order to help us make our case against him complete. Up until now, you've been unable or unwilling to provide that testimony. This rather unorthodox way of getting that testimony was with the cooperation of your parents. Once they learned that we were on to Peter Owens, they wanted to see him brought to justice. The Gwinett Warriors trip to Boy Vacations Florida was the perfect opportunity to get you to admit what had happened to you without raising his suspicions.

"You guys are cops? You don't look much older than us" replied a bewildered Bill Martin.

"It's not uncommon for police departments to use officers who appear to be younger than they are for undercover work of this nature. We're both older than you may think. Not only do we have you recorded as saying that your uncle raped you but we both witnessed you saying it" said the young police officer. "That stuff about us and Vanderbilt and high school wrestling is true, it's just that it's in our backgrounds, not in our futures. Sorry, that we had to lie to you, but we knew that we were unlikely to get you to confess if we told you the truth.

"Come on and get through here in the shower. That trip to Disney World is still waiting for the two of you, if you want to go" added Mitch. "We can get the details from you later."

Twenty minutes later Bill and Chad were having breakfast with their team mates and trying to decide which ride at Disney World to ride first. Chad felt like a great weight had been lifted from him. He smiled at Bill across the table from him. That night was going to be a night to remember for both of them.

Feisal sat in an arm chair beside the swimming pool behind the guest house that only yesterday had been occupied by Sheik Abdullah. He just sat there starring as the jets of water from the lions heads mounted in the far wall as they cast their graceful arcs into the pool. Strange how things work out, he thought to himself. The sheik had never suspected that he was secretly working for John Smithson. The fact that the Ben Yousef family had dishonored his family had somehow been overlooked when he had been selected as a bodyguard for the sheik. No one checking him out had made the connection between the shooting of a young radical and the proud Arab warrior who now rested beside the swimming pool. The fact that the dead student was his brother had never surfaced, perhaps because they were known by different last names.

John Smithson had been more than grateful for the information about his son being raped by the sheik. Once his initial anger had cooled, the fact that they were rivals in business had made his decision just that much easier. The explosion aboard the small aircraft while it was flying over international waters had insured that no one would ever be sure just exactly what had actually happened to the lecherous Arab.

A grieving Ben Yousef family had been only too happy to accept Smithson's gracious offer to act as young Ali's guardian in America while he completed his education at the same boarding school as his new friend, his own son, Kyle. The fact that they would be roommates only made it better and facilitated guarding (or should we say 'keeping an eye on') both of them.

Feisal sighed and roused himself from his chair there beside the pool. It was time to check on his charges. Inside the pool house, Omar was packing to return home to the Middle East. At the same time that he envied him, Feisal looked forward to his continued assignment in America, even if it was going to be babysitting two young teenagers. For now, he needed to check on his two young charges. After all, they were leaving for New York in their own executive jet later that afternoon and he needed to be sure that the boys were packed and ready to leave.

***

Claude Ericson sat in the hot tub in his suite pondering recent events. For once he was glad to have this group of guests on their way home. The warm water of the tub bubbled around him relaxing his naked body. Slowly, he sipped his gin and lime as Beethoven's sixth symphony played softly in the background. Thinking back over things, he had to admit that he had been truly shocked when he received word from the ICAO (International Civil Aviation Organization) through the Orlando airport that Sheik Abdullah's plane had vanished from radar. The fact that a subsequent flyover of its last reported position showed only minor debris on the water with no sign of any survivor only confirmed that he was gone.

Telling a guest or a family member that someone had died was never easy. Of course, it didn't happen very often at Boy Vacations, but like all properties that catered to guests, it was bound to happen now and then. Claude had not been at all not sure just how young Ali would take the news. Just to be on the safe side, he had arranged for Kyle to be with him when he broke the news after they returned late yesterday afternoon from an outing to Disney World.

The fact that Ali took the news stoically was somewhat of a surprise to Claude, but after what had happened the night before, it was certainly something that he could understand. The friendship that had blossomed in recent days between Ali and Kyle was evident in what happened next.

At the news, Kyle had wrapped his arms around his young Arab friend and held him close. Ali's head slumped over on the young American's shoulder as tears streamed down his face. Whatever had happened, he was still Ali's father and the loss was felt, even though raping Kyle was something that would never be forgotten.

Claude had left the two boys in each other's arms. By their actions, he knew that their friendship was real and that the two of them would weather the loss together as only friends can do.

The opening of the door from the bedroom roused Claude from his thoughts. His adopted son, Steve, stood there naked looking back at him.

"Mind if I join you?" the boy asked smiling at Claude.

"I'll drag you in here if you don't" laughed Claude motioning to the spot beside him on the underwater bench at the side of the hot tub.

Steve walked over to the tub and made his way down the steps and into the warm swirling water. As he sat down, his right hand found Claude's rock hard cock and slowly began to run up and down the shaft. Then, he bent forward and kissed Claude full on the mouth. The deep kissing that followed let both know that the other was ready for the sex that followed.

***

Kyle and Ali stood in the middle of the room holding each other tightly in each other's arms. Ali had stopped crying and just sniffled now and then as the two boys remained motionless save for Kyle's hand caressing the back of Ali's head. Their chests were up against each other so that their hearts beat almost as one. They held that position for what seemed like an eternity as the all the emotion of the last few days seemed to drain from their bodies.

Then, the two friends slowly relaxed their grip on each other and backed away just enough so that they could look each other in the face. Ali wanted a release from all that had just happened. His lips found Kyle's. The kiss that followed was both tender and lingering and then hard and passionate as the need for release from the tension coursed through his young body. His cock became rock hard as his hands found their way up and down Kyle's muscular body. The young American was somewhat surprised at this turn of events, but his body responded eagerly to the stroking of Ali's experienced hands. It only took a minute for him to be rock hard matching his friend's already firm organ.

The boys half walked, half staggered, to the bed as clothes began to fly in all directions. The sex that followed was some of the best that either had ever had. Once they had stripped, they managed to find each other's hard penis and proceeded to suck each other with an intensity that would have made you think that they were permanently joined that way. It wasn't long before they simultaneously came each shooting long ropes of gray white cum into the other's mouths.

Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms slowly caressing one another their passion spent. All that each could think of was how wonderful it was going to be when they were roommates back at school and could share a bed together every night without having to worry what anyone thought about them being together in the same room night after night.

However, a corporate jet was waiting to take them back to New York and a meeting with John Smithson. Reluctantly, they got up and proceeded to pack for the trip north.

***

Jim Horton looked out the window of the corporate jet as it flew north with him and his boy wrestlers on board. He pondered the events of this trip to Boy Vacations. Jack Wilkinson had been pleased with the performance of the Gwinnett Warriors, he was sure of that. He also knew that Chad and Bill had more than satisfied his personal needs. More trips to this Florida resort were in the cards. In his wallet Jim also carried a check that represented a nice contribution to the boy wrestling program back in his native Atlanta. Jack had even shown his special thanks to Chad and Bill by presenting each of them with a twenty dollar gold piece as they boarded the plane. Coach Horton thought to himself that he would like to have been a fly on the wall while his boys were earning that!

Even their last night had gone well. The exhibition wrestling matches had turned out to be just that. After all, when Jack Wilkinson had found out that Wyatt and Mitch were with the Atlanta police department, his enthusiasm for "fun and games" had ebbed remarkably.

Oh well, thought Jim, the next time we're here, all of the wrestlers may have an opportunity to service Jack. Then he looked around the plane at each of his boys in turn. Some were sleeping while some played video games. All had smiles on their faces. It was obvious that all had had a good time, a time the details of which would not be shared with family or friends back home. After all, another trip to Boy Vacations was something that each wanted to make again.

***

Claude Ericson finished packing his bag and rang the front desk to have it picked up and transported to the car that would take Steve and him to the airport for the start of their trip back to London. This past week had been one of the more active as well as interesting that he had experienced this year. Still, there would be a new party of 'guests' that would be waiting for him once he was back in Britain. Such was the life of an executive at Boy Vacations, Inc.

Claude smiled and shrugged as he walked out of his suite and headed for the lobby where Steve was already waiting. Deep down, he knew that he wouldn't trade his life for the world. But, hey, he already had the world.

The End