Further Around The World With Nothing On...
A thin mist is ghosting up from the water, it deepens the night as it soaks up the light from the dock we're approaching. The steel deck-plates beneath my feet rumble, as though communicating some interior message... a warning perhaps? The oily black surface of the harbour seethes and churns up against the rusty hull, bells signalling as we backwater to a halt. Soon, we're clumping down the gangway, through the pools of light splashed across the floodlit dock, drizzles of warm rain sweeping through the cones of light along the quayside. Ivan walking with a tendency to roll, sailor-style.
In the Barrio's we play snooker. Me, not very well. Until it's obvious the Bear is getting restless.
"Y'know, it's a fact" he begins. "Most sexual activity happens during the evening, between sunset and midnight. Of course, there are some enthusiasts who indulge whenever the mood takes them, regardless of the time of day, but statistically, most of it happens around sundown. So, as the Earth rotates on its axis, the zones of day and night shift, chasing each other around the world's surface, with a twilight belt extending from pole-to-pole moving across the continents from east to west.
"That means that, as most sex happens then, that there is a zone of furious shagging, a slice of global orgy, also moving around the world. A Mexican-wave of heaving bare arses rippling around the globe. And if you were above it all, on a space-station for example, and you could follow the sunset around the Earth with sensitive instruments, you'd hear the sound of constant moans, rhythmic groans, orgasmic sighs, excited gasps, the slap of body on body, in a planet-wide fucking-segment. That's quite a thought isn't it? So you and me now, we are missing out on this planet-wide orgy of sex that's going on all around us in this twilight. Maybe it's time we went and bought ourselves some cock-fun?"
He leads. The rain has drizzled itself out, there isn't a breath of air stirring. We walk some distance, from the bad part of town into the even worse part of town, he obviously knows the way, and we go directly into the kind of place where even the cockroaches have moved out, because it's too filthy for them. Through a red-light door into a dimly-lit corridor. Someone is coughing phlegm in an adjoining room. There's the sound of raised voices from the street outside. The dull drone of a trapped bug.
He talks in hurried whispers to a couple of seedy-looking guys. Then we're shown into a room, with a bed and a sideboard, and we wait. Finally, two young prostitutes come into the shabby room and strip off immediately. Coarse cotton shirts of patterned red swiftly unbuttoned and dropped onto the floor, then ragged denim shorts discarded and they're lasciviously naked, gleaming sweaty brown bodies, smoothly hairless but for neat groin collars of jet-black pubic hair, ponderously-swaying uncircumcised penis's with swollen bulging arrowhead glans.
The older boy, Enrique, immediately lies back across the bed, legs languorously apart so his fat round balls drape down over his arse-slit, cock semi-hard lying at an angle over his stomach, tip to his navel.
"You put plenty hot spunk up my tight arse, pay plenty money" he smirks.
I swallow, throat dry, genitals crawling with anticipation. The man who claimed to be their father, but was in reality their pimp, hadn't lied. They were randy and fuckable as hell. A dark fetid jack-off's dream of hot pulsating sperm-dripping pulchritude. Struck dumb, I simply unfasten my pants.
"Why do they do this?" I ask Bear.
"Because they're hungry, and they must eat" he shrugs. "It's your birthday. This treat is on me. Go on, take them." And he steps outside the room, leaving me with them.
It makes me feel guilty. Suddenly, I'm the exploiting European, taking the imperial legacy of plundering the natives all the way into the bedroom. But no, sure - they want the money, no doubt about that, but they're not faking this. Rafael, the younger brother - perhaps nineteen to Enrique's twenty, crouches on all fours beside his brother, rounded curves of his arse facing me, cock and balls hung invitingly. But he reaches out, fingers circling his brother's cock, cradling and teasing it fully erect with a familiarity that says he's very used to doing it, drawing the foreskin back from the gleaming glans.
I can see it, stiff and solid, purple-headed. My first overwhelming instinct is that I want it in my mouth. I want to suck that inviting cock. But no, this time I'm supposed to be in control. This time they're here to pleasure me. They're at my beck and control. They're here to do whatever I want them to...
I shove my soiled y-fronts down and kick them away, cock jerking stiffly up between shirt-tails with almost embarrassing enthusiasm. Rafael is squeezing Enrique erection, slowly masturbating it, coaxing a bubble of moisture from its slit-eye, a lurid red tongue thickly extends downwards to lick the cock-tip clean. Looking back at me as he licks his lips hungrily, a fringe of black hair like an awning over his eyes. Then he moves his brother's testicles aside to reveal the button ass-hole.
"You got thick white cock, much good for fucky ass-hole. Let me see you feed it in there..."
Instead I move around the bed. The room is humid. I feel light-headed. Enrique is lying on his back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. His dark eyes watching me. I move in closer. He opens his mouth. I press my cock down into the horizontal. Nudge it forward to trace the boy's parted lips. It feels so good. I slide it forward, watch my glans disappear into his mouth, then more, his lips close moistly around it.
He's looking up at me all the while, his dark glittering eyes on mine. Defiant. Challenging me. I ease more cock into him, almost willing him to react, to gag, to squeeze his eyes shut. But he doesn't. He just takes it. He sucks me so softly and gently that the effect shocks through my entire body. My head goes back in reaction, my toes curl in pleasure. He's good.
