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Boy World By Justin Davis
Chapter Three
It was a few minutes past eight when Mark arrived at the Dining Hall. Hurriedly, Deepak and Sanjay had helped him get dressed in his sport coat, slacks, floral print shirt, and dress shoes, which was about as formal as the attire ever got at Boy World.
The boys had insisted on helping Mark take a bath and that had turned into a three-way in the tub. Eagerly, Deepak had slurped on Mark's cock while his brother had straddled Mark's shoulders and presented his six-inch dick for the sucking. Of course, that was something which Mark eagerly accepted and he was rewarded with a healthy load of Sanjay's wonderful tasting boy sperm at about the same time Deepak was drinking Mark's man-sized load of cum that he was spewing into the boy's expert mouth.
Mr. Chang, the manager of the resort, had already begun to give his welcoming speech when Mark arrived. So, Mark was quickly whisked to his table by one of the young attendants who, like all the boys scurrying about waiting upon the guests, was dressed in the signature silver-metallic G string.
"I'm sorry I'm late! I was held up a bit," Mark whispered loudly as he slid into his seat at the table across from Derrick.
"That's okay. It just started, Derrick replied.
Mr. Chang went on for a few minutes extolling the benefits of Boy World and then sat down as the hundred or so guests applauded. Immediately, the boys who were waiting tables began to scurry around in order to wait on their assigned tables.
"Good evening, sirs!" a boy with auburn hair who was about thirteen or so said, with a very soft feminine air to his voice, as he stood by Mark and Derrick's table. "My name is Sean and I'll be attending you this evening. Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.
"Yes! Bring us a bottle of white wine, if you please. That okay with you, Derrick?" Mark asked.
"Uh--okay--yeah!" Derrick replied, having been distracted a moment by the fact that the pouch of Sean's G string was packed so full it looked like it was going to burst at any moment. In fact, it was almost obscene.
"Yes, sir!" the boy replied, and hurried away to fetch the bottle of wine, his long slender legs seeming to propel his bubble butt upward to the heavens.
"My God! Our waiter seems to be well endowed for someone so young," Derrick commented.
"Yes, indeed he does seem to be. By the way, if you're really in to size it's a simple matter to select the right boy or boys by using your wall viewer," Mark said, as the sounds of the pre-recorded piano music began, providing the guests with dinner music. "In fact, you can select boys by ethnic line, dick size, just about any criteria you want."
Sean, their waiter, soon returned and opened the bottle of wine and poured a small amount into Mark's glass.
"Yes, that's very good!" Mark replied, prompting the boy to immediately fill both wineglasses.
"I'll return to take your dinner order shortly," the boy said, having set the bottle of wine down upon the table and scurrying away to wait on his other tables.
"My God! Those long legs of his and that small waist, they just drive me crazy!" Derrick commented, as he watched the boy's receding figure, prompting Mark to chuckle.
"Yes, they are nice. He has an air of the feminine about him, too. I bet he'd be good in bed, Mark commented.
"Oh yes! He's just almost totally perfect," Derrick said.
"Well, my friend, let me give you some advice. Try not to get too involved with any one boy. He may not be available at your beck and call, there are other guests, many of whom have your same tastes," Mark cautioned.
"Yes, I suppose so. Yet, he is just about everything I could want," Derrick replied.
The rest of the dinner went along smoothly. Mark had ordered the stuffed flounder, which Sean had recommended, and Derrick had done the same, both of them also going along with the vegetable medley highly recommended by the boy.
"What would sirs like for dessert?" the boy asked, as he was removing the dinner plates from the table.
"I think I'll just have a coffee," Mark replied.
"And you sir?" the boy asked, turning to Derrick.
"Well, I'm afraid it's a difficult choice. What I'd really like for dessert isn't on the menu," Derrick said, and smiled up at the boy, immediately prompting a blush in his cheeks.
"Uh, yes sir! I understand sir! Would the gentleman like his dessert later in his room perhaps?" the boy asked.
"That would be wonderful, if it could be arranged," Derrick replied.
"I'm certain it can," the boy replied, and smiled at Derrick. "I'll get your coffee sir," he then said to Mark, and headed off to get it.
As he did so, Mark couldn't help but chuckle a little, for he thought he detected just a little more swing in the boy's bubble butt as he walked.
"You're not staying for the entertainment I take it?" Mark commented.
"I've seen this magician before. He pulls all kinds of things out of the kid's orifices that's his assistant. The act is both good and funny."
"No, I think I'll just head back to my room and wait for my dessert to arrive," Derrick replied, and smiled.
"Yes, after my coffee I think I'll do the same," Mark said, thinking of the twins and how they would be "hot to go" again by the time he got back.
Sure enough, by the time Mark returned to his cottage the two were stripping off his clothes the moment he got through the door and encouraging him to go for a late night swim. Of course, swimming was not all that the two had in mind.
"I thought you'd never get here," Derrick said, as he opened the door to his room and looked at the boy named Sean standing there dressed in a floral print top and white short shorts and sandals.
As with the pouch of the G-string, the crotch of the shorts was stuffed and Derrick could feel his cock twitch beneath his white terry cloth bathrobe.
"I had to finish my duties at the banquet," the boy said as he entered, Derrick closing the door to the room as he did so.
"You look lovely in your outfit, Sean," Derrick commented, as he looked the boy over.
"Thank you sir!" the boy replied.
"Come here," Derrick then said, and held out his arms.
Instantly, as the mouths of the two met, Derrick was in heaven. The kid seemed to be trying to attack his throat with his tongue while at the same time opening up his bathrobe, then groaning as he fondled the now exposed hardening cock at the same time the older man was frantically trying to peel off his top and shorts. Never breaking their kiss, the two began to inch toward the bed, Derrick groaning as the boy's shorts fell to the floor and he began to fondle a hardening penis as thick and almost as long as his own. In fact, it was really a cock. A man-penis on a five foot two inch frame that weighed about one hundred pounds soaking wet and was mostly all legs.
Naked, the two fell upon the bed, and Derrick began to hungrily ravage the boy's body with his mouth, to a litany of moans and squeaks from the lad when Derrick spread his long legs and dove in on his hole.
Almost two blocks away in the large complex, in Cottage 12, Mark was leaning up against the side of the pool as Sanjay and Deepak took turns straddling his groin and frantically humping his cock. Evidently, it seemed, the two had decided to see who could get Mark to cum in the their butt first and each could only ride the huge tool until the other counted to thirty. Then, the boy who wasn't impaled on Mark's cock would tap the other on the shoulder and he would then impale himself upon the huge tube and ride. To say that Mark was enjoying the competition would have been an understatement. In fact, had Derrick and Sean been right next to him he wouldn't have even heard Sean's gasp as Derrick's cock entered his bottom.
Derrick moaned loudly as he sank balls deep into Sean's tight rectum, the boy's long legs and arms wrapped around him tightly as if they were the tentacles of an octopus.
"Oh! Oooooooooo! Oooooooooooo! Yes! Ooooooooooo!" Sean purred as Derrick began to fuck his bum.
"Oh shit! Arrrggghhh!" Derrick exclaimed, as the boy began to gyrate his butt as he fucked him.
To just say that the kid was good would have been doing him an injustice, for Sean had been trained from the age of ten to be a bottom, and an expert one at that. So, when he began to work his butt muscles, as he gyrated his bottom, Derrick yelped loudly in surprise.
"Oh my God!" Derrick exclaimed, nothing having ever felt so good on his cock in his adult life.
Needless to say, Derrick didn't last long, especially when Sean yelped and started shooting his cum load all over his tummy, for his anal contractions began to strangle Derricks cock like some velvet glove jerking him off.
"Fuck! Arrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Derrick exclaimed, and blew his load into the kid's bottom at about the same time that Mark was yelping and blowing his load up Sanjay's butt, for Sanjay had won the contest.
Twice more that night, Derrick fucked the boy's butt. It seemed Sean couldn't get enough cock in his ass, and in the wee hours of the morning, still coupled together, the two fell asleep.
"So, you have a good time last night?" Mark asked, as the two met over breakfast.
"Yes, indeed. The boy is fantastic! I'm virtually a total top but I'm entertaining the idea of letting him fuck me. He said he doesn't do that much and prefers being on bottom, and of that there is no doubt!" Derrick replied, and chuckled.
"Well, just remember what I said. Don't get too emotionally involved.
He can't leave here with you you know," Mark warned.
"Yes, I know. But, there's something there. I've had sex with lots of boys and teens but nothing like that. It's like we belonged coupled together even after sex," Derrick replied.
"Oh shit! Look, you better sample some other boy butts like real quick! You're falling in love with the boy," Mark said. "I promise you, there's better than he is out there at this place. Try an older more experienced boy. One of the sixteen year olds or something."
"I don't think I really want to," Derrick replied.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you. You're in for a real fall if you wrap yourself up with him for the rest of your stay," Mark said.
"Probably so, but I don't care," Derrick replied. "Uh--would you pass the butter please?" he then asked, ending the discussion.
Over the next few days, Mark saw little of Derrick. The policy of the management staff, in a case like Sean's, was to allow the boy to be released from his duties, in this case working in the dining area, and spend as much time with the guest as he wanted. Their rationale, of course, was that there was less demand placed on the other boys and it left more of them free for the other guests. Actually, the place made more profit in such a case.
So, when Derrick and Sean weren't in bed fucking, they were availing themselves of the resorts other amenities, Sean now wearing the tell-tale gold chain and pendant which identified him as a "taken" boy and that he was hands off for all the other guests.
It was on the fourth day that Mark received word that he should be prepared to leave mid-morning the next day for the island upon which he would spend the next weeks. Of course, both Sanjay and Deepak were disappointed that their big-cocked playmate would be leaving them. Yet, Mark didn't feel sorry for them. Chi had already told him that the two boys would soon be occupied servicing a client of African descent who had more than enough cock to keep the two busy. In fact, as he boarded the Floater Craft for the trip to the island Mark couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about the tiny duo coping with slightly over twelve-inches of fat, black, tube-steak up their bottoms.
To be continued