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I don't know about you, but I'm always on the lookout. For what, you ask? As an admitted Boy Lover, boys are top of the list, obviously. But I'm also a BLL: a Boy-lover Lover.
I'm not just into the boys, I'm also hot for the guys that are into boys. So, I'm always looking for the mirror image of my pervy self, if that makes any sense. I guess you could say I'm always trying to spot other BLLs and their boy-loving cocks.
I've been fortunate enough to have traveled to Europe every summer for the past 5 or 6 years. This summer, on my big 3-0, I decided I'd go to the Czech Republic, Slovakia, and Hungary. Each summer has been an adventure and there are so many tales to tell. Aside from the history, geography, and culture, one of the best things about these trips is seeing all the hotties of different nationalities-- adults, teens, preteens... So much to see and lust after! Austria and Lithuania are a couple of favorites for me.
Anyway, back to the Czech Republic and Prague. Plenty of hot guys there, too. The best thing about Prague is that it can be a bit seedier than somewhere like Austria. Back in the day, the best 18-21 gay porn came out of Prague and the surrounding areas. I had no problems finding a club in Prague where I could explore the native guys up close and personal. I didn't think that was the case at first, but soon discovered that the restaurant/bar on the street level was not the main attraction. Neither was the dance bar on the floor below. After seeing a few guys come and go from an inconspicuous hallway, I thought I'd check it out. This led to the real action yet another floor down. There were dimly lit corridors lined with alcoves for making out. Some with two, three, or four guys going at it. Being the voyeur that I am, these were my favorite as there was just enough light to see what was going on. The back of the long pee trough in the bathroom was lined with mirrors at waist level. This was perfect for czeching out all the Czech cock... and American.
Through the mirror, I noticed the two guys next to me were cut. I wagged my dick towards theirs and asked, "American?". They were. They had been cruising a boy in the club and they wanted me to tag along. We found him at one of the bars and bought him a couple of drinks and chatted him up. He claimed to be 18, but I had my doubts. He was a bit waif-ish, but that turned me on all the more. He was wearing these loose sweatpants that had been cut off to make shorts out them and he wasn't wearing any underwear. The kid was ready for easy access. Chatting him up turned into the three of us feeling him up. His teen, uncut, Czech cock defied his slim build. It just hung out of the leg of shorts, onto the seat of the bar stool, and quickly rose to the occasion. We took him to one of the alcoves and tag-teamed his ass, bare-backing him to the pleasure of some onlookers. After leaving each of our loads in the waif, a couple of the onlookers took our place and--
Wow, sorry, I'm drifting way off my tale. The story is tagged as Underage Sex, so let's get on to that.
After an epic visit to Prague, I was headed to a small village in eastern Czech, near the the Slovakian border, to hook up with some old classmates that were in Europe as well. I was taking a train out of Praha Hlavni Nadrazi, the central station. The station was busy so I was pleased that I had purchased my ticket in advance. I had about an hour to kill so I found an ATM to replenish my cash. I had no idea what the situation would be in the small village, so I thought cash would be best and got enough Koruny to last a while. After that, I grabbed a snack and found a place to sit and watch all the hustle and bustle of the noisy crowd.
Like most, I enjoy people watching. Unlike most, I really enjoy boy watching! There wasn't too much to see along those lines, but I did notice a few families with the kids in tow. Maybe it's just me, but I like watching the interactions between a boy and his father. Is the father aloof or annoyed with his young son? Or is he engaged and interacting with him, participating in his exploration of the world? I don't get the fathers that fall into the first category.
One father lifted his boy, who looked to be about six, onto his shoulders so he could see over the crowd. Another site I appreciate seeing is an older boy holding hands with his father. It's something I've noticed more in Europe than in the States. Usually, boys that are in the 12-16 year old range think it's lame to still hold hands with their parents, so it's always a special treat to see. The thrill of sexual connotations aside, it's simply a heartwarming site.
When it was time to board, I headed to the platforms and found my train. It was pretty packed with the evening commuters heading out of Prague, but I was still hoping to find a seat next to some little cutie. Yeah, I know, that's pretty much on my mind 24-7. If I couldn't find an adorable little kid, then any hot guy would be better than nothing. I scoped out the train a bit but it was filling fast. For the most part, there were two rows of seats on each side of the aisle. Most of the seats were just lined up in a row down the aisle, but there were some sections that were paired with another set of seats, facing each other to make a quad of seats. These were the seats that I preferred as it gave a better chance to check out the people you were sitting with...especially those rambunctious, friendly little boys that like to climb on anything and anyone. But, not my lucky day. There weren't any ideal situations to take advantage of, so I made my way to an empty seat on the aisle facing toward the front of the train, and got comfortable. There weren't any cute boys to perv over at the moment, but I wanted a good view down the aisle in case things changed.
I passed the time taking in the scenery, people watching among the passengers, and listening to conversations that were mostly in Czech...not that I could understand any of them. The first stop came up fairly quick and a lot people got off and a few more got on. Of course, I still had my eye out for any beauties.
Most of the time it's just routine watching and looking, checking out the men and the boys, admiring a cute or handsome feature. But occasionally, if you are persistent and patient, you might catch a guy pushing a big print in his shorts. Or, even better, is to catch a boy raising up his shirt. Oh my, do I love to see that. Just wears me the fuck out. That is my kryptonite. The flash of a baby smooth boy tummy can turn me into a babbling mess.
Anyway, my dire, boy-less situation had suddenly improved. With the changing of the passengers at the last stop, I now had an intriguing pair sitting across the aisle and just one set of seats up from me. They were also in a quad of seats but were facing toward the back of the train. This gave me a perfect view of them.
The older of the two looked to be about 18-20. He was good looking, trim and fit. He wasn't the flawless, gorgeous model type, but was still hot; my kind of hot. He had a bit of a rough edge to him, but in a good way that added to his confident sexiness. He had brown eyes and dark hair that was buzzed short on the sides and longer on the top. He was wearing some athletic shorts and a tight muscle T which showed off his lean, fit body and some ink as well. On one of his shoulders was what looked to be a tattoo of a rattlesnake. As far as the piercings that were visible, he had a small diamond stud in one ear and a small nose ring. Despite the rough look, he seemed to have a very pleasant demeanor.
As hot as he was, what really made my stomach turn upside down and my pervy cock come to life, was the young cutie he had in tow. I'm guessing the little kid was about eight or nine, and was just my type; oh so young and perfectly boyish in every way. Small, slim, cute, and all boy. The little one also had short, dark hair. but he had these beautiful grayish-blue eyes and was more fair-skinned. He had a slim face and a slim body and looked super sexy in his sporty jersey and tight shorts. Those shorts really accentuated his boyish legs, all the way up his silky smooth thighs. With an eye for every detail, I noticed his shirt, stripped in two-toned blue, had an oval patch on the chest emblazoned with "SA". Around that was printed "Super Sportive Action Team". My pervy mind raced with thoughts of joining this duo's "Action Team".
Yeah, that's a lot of detail to squeeze into two paragraphs, but I'm sure there are those out there that will appreciate it for what it is, ;) ;)
Trying to be inconspicuous, but failing miserably, I watched the two as they got settled and the train continued on. As sexy as the pair was, that's not what I found so intriguing. They favored each other very much and it was obvious they were brothers. That meant there was about a twelve year age gap between them, give or take. Not too unusual, I guess, but the dynamic between them was obviously different than brothers that are two or three years apart. Big Bro was very protective of his young keep; fatherly in a way but very brotherly, too. There was certainly a close bond between them and it seemed more than familial. In fact, it seemed quite physical. The two were in nearly constant contact with each other. More often than not, the young boy was in his brother's lap or standing between his knees. Not a second went by that the older fellow didn't have one hand or the other on the kid's back, shoulders, thighs, or resting on his pert little butt.
At one point, the older one pulled his phone out for a selfie with his little brother. He apparently told the kid to kiss him on the cheek for the pic, but at the last second, Big Bro quickly turned his head and caught Little Bro's kiss on the lips. They both got a kick out of it and laughed at the joke.
It didn't take long to figure out that taking a lot of selfies was a routine with them. No doubt this guy's social media was full of pics with his cute little bro, igniting the imaginations of pedophiles across the globe-- and BLLs!
I quickly got a sense that there was more than met the eye with this sexy pair of brothers. Maybe there was a telling look on my face, or maybe it was just the fact that I was instantly obsessed with the sight of them, but Big Bro gave me a very brief, knowing look. Without a word, he seemed to convey that he knew all the pervy thoughts that were going through my mind....and I think he liked it! I watched and listened, getting hornier by the second. All of that physical contact between them was fueling some hot fantasies, for sure.
There were two ladies, late forties, sitting opposite the brothers. After a while, Little Bro warmed up to them and was quite chatty. Of course they were doting all over the cute little kid. Who wouldn't? The conversations were all in Czech, but it didn't take long to figure out that Big Bro was Martin and Little Bro was Tomas.
To the casual observer, all of the physical contact was nothing more than brotherly love; a kid and his over-caring brother chatting with a couple of other passengers. But I'm no casual observer. Not even close. I'm like a hungry hawk always on the lookout for....well, chicken for one thing. But it's more than that. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm always in pervspotting mode. It's second nature to me. When a cute boy walks into a room, I'm not just checking out the boy, I'm paying attention to who else might be distracted by the sudden appearance of a preteen cutie. When a hot little nugget strolls by, does anyone notice me checking out the young tush?
After about twenty minutes, it was obvious that Martin was covertly perving on his little brother right there under the noses of the two ladies and every one else in the train car. I glanced around and no one else was paying attention. It seemed I was the only one aware. With Tomas in his lap, Martin "innocently" rested his hand on the boy's thigh. No big deal to most. But since I was paying attention, I saw Martin slip a finger under the leg of Tomas' shorts and give his inner thigh a couple of slow strokes. That was followed by Martin darting his eyes in my direction, lingering just a second too long, then quickly diverting his attention back to Tomas. When Martin had glanced my way, I gave my crotch a tug, hoping he'd get the message that I was into it; kind of like you do when cruising guys at a bookstore or the supermarket.
A bit later, Tomas was back standing between Martin's knees and chatting with the ladies. Martin was holding Tomas by his hips and gave him a peck on the back of his head. Again, this was followed by a quick glance in my direction. Confirming he had my attention, he then gave Tomas another kiss on the back of his neck, but this time I could see that it involved a good bit of tongue. It was more of a quick, sexy lick than a brotherly peck. I had strong suspicions that Martin's tongue had licked so much more of the boy.
I had a good semi going from the moment they got on the train, but all of this covert fondling had induced a raging BLPB: a Boy-Loving Perv-Boner. And it wasn't just the fondling. Martin knew I was watching and was aware of how turned on I was. That added another layer of intoxicating perversity to the whole situation. Since I was just wearing shorts, I put my small travel bag in my lap to hide my erection from the other people around me. This also gave me something to piddle with as I continued to watch Martin secretly feel up the young boy. It's like they were playing a game of chicken to see how far Martin could push the 'molesting'. Under the pretense of adjusting the back of Tomas' shirt tail, Martin got some good gropes in on the boy's tush and ran his finger down the butt crack of Tomas' shorts. Tomas squirmed and giggled, but it just came across like a fidgety little kid.
The train made another stop. It was getting late and the passengers were really thinning out. People were getting off but no one was getting on, at least not in our car. At this last stop, the two ladies that had been sitting with the brothers got off the train. There were just a few people left, but no one in the seats around us.
As I was hoping, things heated up and the action got more sexually overt. Tomas was sitting in the window seat, his small feet not able to reach the floor. Martin, sitting in the aisle seat next to him, placed one hand on Tomas' skinny thigh and started tousling the boy's hair with the other. He turned toward his little brother, leaned in, and nibbled on his ear. Tomas started squirming around in his seat, his giggles giving away the fact that he was really enjoying it. Martin continued nibbling on the boy's ear and neck and occasionally kissed him on the check. Tomas would respond by giving Martin a quick peck on the lips. All the while, Martin's hand was stroking that sexy little thigh. It wasn't long before he had worked a couple of his big fingers up under the leg of the child's shorts, caressing far up his inner thigh. In response to Martin's groping, Tomas leaned back in the seat and spread his legs to accommodate his brother's probing, molesting fingers. The boy's soft, sweet, excited laugh filled the train car as Martin then ran his big hands up under the boy's shirt, fondling his young, underdeveloped chest.
Scenes like this continued as Martin took advantage of the near empty car to thoroughly feel up his little brother. Not that there was any doubt, but it was now perfectly clear that these two had been intimate for some time, as comfortable as they were with it-- and in front of a stranger, no less! If I had to guess, I'd say Martin had been perving on his little brother since Tomas was five. Hell, probably even younger.
Finally, after the last stop, the car was now empty except for the brothers and me. As the train sped off into the darkness, the dim, interior lights came on. The tension was now at a very high level as I knew the train would take a couple of hours to cross the Czech countryside before reaching my final destination. Once we were alone, the brothers' playing became even more boner inducing, if that was possible. Just the thought of being completely alone in the car with them added another half inch to my already hard cock. As our car was now empty, I gave up any pretense of hiding my erection, which was now clearly visible in my shorts from halfway across the train, let alone across the aisle.
Other than a couple of quick glances from Martin earlier, the incestuous pair acted like I wasn't there as I continued to watch them make out. Young Tomas was getting really frisky and had started groping his big brother's crotch, kneading it with both of his little hands. Martin leaned back, moaning his approval. He undulating his hips as Tomas squeezed his cock through his shorts. The sight of Martin's pedo bulge, knowing that it was throbbing for young boys--for Tomas--was making my mouth water and my hands tremble.
I was past ready to see how far this was going to go. Was the guy some kind of extreme exhibitionist, just wanting to tease me with his little brother? Clearly, Martin was a fellow pervspotter. He had clocked me the second they got on the train and knew I was turned on by the young boy and now I was openly groping myself through my shorts right in front of them. He was teasing me alright, but was he going to progress it beyond the heavy petting to actual sex with the nine year old? Right here on the train? Was there any hope that he would allow me to participate, or was I expected to just be a good voyeur and keep my seat.
Whatever the case, I was about two seconds from whipping out my cock and jacking off to the show. That's when Martin grabbed his brother under his arms, lifted him out of his seat, and stood him on the floor between his knees so they were facing each other. Martin then turned in his seat so he was facing my direction. This put the boy's back to me, but gave me a really hot view of his tiny, preteen butt, wrapped up tight in those sexy shorts. Martin engulfed Tomas's butt cheeks in his large hands and caressed them, saying something in Czech. Then, looking over Tomas' shoulder, Martin's gaze fell on me once again. But this time he gave me a wink and maintained the intense eye contact. Next, he spread his knees open and pulled his little brother's midsection right into his crotch. Tomas looked up at his big brother. Martin broke his gaze with me and looked down at Tomas. He kissed the little kid full on the mouth and pulled back. Tomas leaned in further and kissed his big brother in the same way; full on the lips then pulled back, giggling. They did this back and forth a couple of times, each kiss getting more lustful and passionate until Martin was filling his young brother's small, sweet mouth with is big tongue. Tomas was giggling between kisses and Martin kept looking over the boy's shoulder to see how I was responding to their making out.
By this time, I was really stroking my cock through my shorts. It was snaked down the right side, pinned in place against my thigh by my boxer briefs. I held it tight at the base with my left hand, making it swell even bigger, while stroking it down my leg with my right hand. This was causing some serious precum leakage, evident by a big, slick wet spot on my shorts. Martin was clearly getting off watching me watch him perv his brother. If that's what it took to fuel his lust and keep the action going further, I'd be willing to tease and jack my cock til it fell off.
Giving me a little nod of his head, Martin said something in Czech and Tomas turned around shyly, though was grinning from ear to ear. Martin said something else and Tomas' gaze fixed on my crotch. I pulled my shorts tight against my thigh so the kid could clearly see how big the outline was going down my leg, and continued playing with it. Damn! What a fucking thrill! Playing with myself right in front of a hot little nine year old while his eyes were fixed on my pulsing bulge. I had severely underestimated how erotic it would be to actually have a young boy watch me play with my cock in public.
With Tomas still standing between Martin's knees and facing me, Martin leaned down and put his chin on his little brother's shoulder as they both watched me tease and play with my straining bulge. Again, just when I was ready to pull my dick out of my shorts and fully expose myself to the nine year old, Martin straightened back up and put his hands on the boy's small waist. He hooked his left thumb in the top of Tomas' shorts and put his right hand under the shirt and on the boy's tummy. With his left hand, Martin lightly pulled the shorts down below the boy's waist line, exposing some paler skin. He then ran his right hand slowly up Tomas' belly to his chest. This raised the shirt up, putting his brother's slim, bare torso on display from his nipples down to the top of his shorts. Tomas leaned back into Martin, his hands resting on Martin's thighs, as his big brother lightly and sensually stoked his prepubescent body.
"Oh, my god," I muttered under my breath, letting out a lustful moan. The sight stopped me dead in my tracks. A sexy twenty year old dude exposing his little bro to a stranger, showing off the kid's flawless, narrow, and perfectly smooth torso. Everything about the kid was perfect and his older brother was showing him off, knowing how bad I wanted to have it.
For the first time since they boarded the train, Martin spoke directly to me. "You like what you see?" he asked in English, but with a heavy accent.
I couldn't speak, so I just quickly nodded my head.
"You like to see more, yes?"
Not wanting the offer to evaporate before my eyes, I quickly found my voice and answered "Yes. God yes. Please."
Martin grabbed the bottom of the shirt and started pulling up. Tomas raised his arms. As the shirt was pulled up and off, I got a quick peek at Tomas' pale, bare, boy pits. Wow! There he was, standing in front of me, bare-chested.
"I see you like my baby brotter very much. You find him cute, yes?"
"Oh, Yes. Very cute," I said looking across at Tomas, smiling at the boy.
"You find him.... sexy?" Martin asked as he brushed his thumb over one of Tomas' tiny nipples.
"Oh, fuck. So sexy," I moaned, my voice trembling.
"And you like that he is so young? Your cock likes that?" Martin asked as he planted a slow kiss on the boy's bare shoulder, his gaze falling on the engorged outline of my tortured cock.
"Mmm. So young. So little." I managed to get out between heavy breaths. "How... How old is he?" I asked nervously.
"Kolik je ti let?" Martin said, looking to Tomas.
"Devět," Tomas answered.
"Řekni to anglicky."
Tomas flushed a little, but politely stated, "Nine." Then more slowly, he enunciated each word, "I am nine years old."
"Nine," Martin repeated. "That is horny for you?" His gaze was glued to my pervcock; my boy-loving cock.
"Fuuuuuck," I breathed out heavily as my cock flexed and lurched in my shorts. "Nine, mmm. Yes, my cock loves it. My cock wants a little boy so bad."
"You see, Tomas? Look how hard the man's cock is for little boys-- for you. Your little body makes his cock so big and horny." Tomas was already having a hard time keeping eye contact with me. He couldn't resist trying to get a better look at my bulge, but now he just blatantly started at it. A mix of cute expressions flashed across his blushing face-- pride, for being responsible for my state of horniness, which then morphed into a bit of self-conscious embarrassment for drawing such attention to himself.
"I like cock that gets hard for little boys," Martin added, groping his own boy-loving bulge while lusting at the sight of mine.
Finally, I found a fellow BLL. Martin was totally getting off on exposing his little brother to strangers; to other pedos. Tomas seemed comfortable with it, for the most part, as long as he was protected by his big brother, tucked in tight with his arms resting on Martin's thighs. This obviously was not a new thing for them.
"You like to show him more?", Martin asked, repeating the phrase in Czech to Tomas. The boy gave a short answer and nodded his head.
Martin ran his hands over the kid's shoulders and down his skinny arms as he licked Tomas' neck and nibbled on his ear. Tomas closed his eyes and leaned back. Seriously, I could have just jacked off to the boy standing there in front of me, in those tight shorts, with his sexy, pale chest, and been content for many years to come. But this was just getting started and was only going to get better. At this beautiful sight, my hand instantly went back to the arching bulge.
Martin's hands went to the boy's waist. I swallowed hard with anticipation. His big fingers fiddled with the little button then moved to the zipper.
I was breathing deeply and rapidly, stroking my cock through my shorts with as much lust as I had ever felt. "Yes, oh please... open his shorts. Let me see his bald...."
"I think we might make the man cum before I get you naked," Martin said as he lowered the zipper and spread the shorts open, revealing the boy's underwear.
The whole time during the stripping of his little brother, Martin was staring right at me, his eyes darting between my eyes and my ridiculously hard cock. As he watched me watching Tomas, he was breathing heavily and pressing his crotch into the small of Tomas' back. Slow, but firm and hard, he continued to grind his cock into the boy's back, letting out a soft moan at the peak of each grind.
"Fuck, kámo, you are so hard for a boy of nine years," Martin said with heavy lust in his voice. "Obrovský pedo péro (huge pedo cock). Je nadržený pro mého malého bratra. (he is horny for my little brother). He was totally getting off on my reaction...which was pure bliss and lust mixed with a lot of shock. The fact that my cock was so hard for such a young boy seemed to be what was driving Martin's lust.
"Oh shit, that is so hot," I mumbled as Tomas' underwear was exposed to me. I bone for boys' underwear and usually keep a few pair around to blow my load into. Up to size/age 6 or 7 are my favorite sizes, and here's this little kid showing me his hot underwear. Even though I could only see part of them, I instantly recognized the Speed Racer briefs.
"Yes, little brotter, the man is hot for your underwears, too." Martin repeated this in Czech and Tomas giggled and blushed.
Now it was getting real. With his right hand playing with a nipple on the boy's bared chest, Martin reached his left hand around from behind Tomas' waist and tugged the tight shorts down a bit more; enough to expose the boy's magnificent bulge. He wasn't hard, but his prominent balls were pushing out the overlying length of his flaccid penis, making quite a mouth-watering sight. Teasing me further, and enjoying my torment way too much, he then hooked his thumb into the top of the waist band and slowly pulled the front of the briefs right down to the base of his little brother's dick, then stopped. With the briefs pinned down with one hand, Martin ran the other down the boy's torso and down to his crotch. He cupped his fingers around Tomas' mouth-watering bulge, still hidden under the briefs, and used his thumb to rub up and down on the most sensuous part of a young boy's body...that bare, smooth as silk, bald area right on the pubis. To see a boy's bare chest or tummy is one thing. To get a chance to see anything below the waist of a boy's pants, down into that taboo, forbidden zone, is a rare event to be treasured.
Tomas sucked in a quick breath and, grabbing tight onto Martin's thighs, he pushed out is hips. "Ooo, Martin!" Tomas cooed as he writhed in apparent pleasure under his brother's lustful touch. Tomas started to pump his young hips as his big brother continued to rub his hairless pubis. "Ah, ah, ah," he cried with each stroke of Martin's thumb on his bare skin.
"Oh yes, my little bro is getting all horny," Martin said, as he then started to fondle, tease, and tug on the hardening bulge in Tomas' undies.
I couldn't take it any more. It was wildly hot and intense to watch the brothers' incestuous sex play; to watch a twenty year old guy have his way with such a young boy. All of the teasing and toying with my lust for the boy was thrilling. Very much like edging. Getting me so close to satisfaction, then taking it back out of reach. Despite my state of ecstasy just from watching, I had to have more. I honestly don't know how I had contained myself up to this point. It must have been from the shock of it all. My lust took over and I raised up and reached across the aisle to touch Tomas' intoxicating little body.
"No, no," Martin interjected, pulling his little brother back toward him and away from me. "It is okay for you to watch, but..." Martin hesitated, thinking for a brief moment. "But you know how it is. If you want to touch him, it will cost you."
I knew there would be a catch. An understandable one, really, but I had no idea how much money he was talking about. I was willing to pay, but had limited cash with me. Had I not replenished my cash at the station in Prague, I would have been SOL. The fact that we were on a train ,with no access to an ATM, told me that his price might not be too high, after all. He had to rely on what I might happen to be carrying.
"I'm not trying to...pimp?...my brotter," Martin added, sensing my uncertainty, "But, you know, the money would really help us."
"That's fair," I replied. "But I don't have a lot of money with me."
"Okay, so 10,000 Koruny. For that you can watch and touch. If the boy say it is okay, you can even touch his deek."
As nervous and distracted as I was, I did some quick math in my head and figured that was roughly 500 US dollars. I would have paid ten times that, so I saw it as quite a bargain, even though it would only allow me to touch. Again, Martin was really into this himself. And it wasn't just the boy. He could have his little brother anytime he wanted. He was just as turned on by me - or rather by me being turned on by his little bro. He was getting off big time and wanted to keep going, but he was smart enough to try to make a few bucks. Who could blame him, having such a hot commodity in Tomas. I was willing to part with all the cash I had in exchange for the show they had already put on, but I was determined to get the biggest bang for my buck, pun intended. I wasn't trying to negotiate for a lower price. I was negotiating for more action.
"That's a lot...just to touch", I replied hesitantly. "I think we are all getting very horny by this; you, Tomas, me. I think every one wants to keep going." I looked down at Tomas. I smiled warmly, but I know my eyes were filled with lust. "How about I give you all the cash I have and I get to play along with you, not just watch or touch? And I get to keep the boy's underwear," I added as a quick afterthought.
Martin's eyes lit up and he seemed excited by the prospect of more money. "How much is that?" He asked.
"25,000 Koruny" I answered. "It's all I have." That was the amount that I got at the ATM and it worked out to about 1,200 US dollars, give or take.
Martin had a short conversation with Tomas. I assumed he was checking to see if the nine year old was agreeable and what he was willing to do. Tomas nodded a couple of times, shook his head no, nodded again.
"Okay, Tomas says you can play also."
At that, Tomas looked at me, smiling mischievously. He raised a little finger, held it up in front of his cute face, and beckoned me to come over to their seats.
I quickly got up and looked around to make sure our car was actually empty. I pulled out the cash and showed it to Martin. Tucking it between the cushions of my now empty seat I said, "It's yours when we are done." With more anticipation than I have ever had about anything in my life, I moved over and sat down in the seat opposite Martin.