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The French sea captain’s tour groups were an instant success, once he and the headman had come to terms (which, of course, included substantial payments to the village for each group).
The groups were required, as per the arrangement the captain and the headman had worked out, to dress in native style. The headman wanted the tourists to be as inconspicuous as possible — he did not want to see people in western clothing in his village. Whenever a tour group booked, the captain sent the composition of the group, including rough sizes (most native clothing was not terribly size-specific). When the group arrived, the first stop was at a way-station a short distance outside the village, where they were given their tour clothing to change into.
The fact of the groups was kept a secret from Jeremy — the rest of the village was in on it, including Marianna. She had agreed to the headman’s proposal, thinking that the less Jeremy knew about this, the better. She knew he’d freak if he was aware that some of the people he was exposing himself to were, in fact, from Europe and even the U.S. And, really, she was told that there wouldn’t be all that many tour groups — maybe once a week or so.
To keep the tourists out of sight, for the most part, the villagers built an add-on to the school hut, which Jeremy was informed was for meetings of the village council. The wall between the two was quite porous, and several peepholes had been installed, which looked innocuous from the schoolroom side, but on the darkened “council” side were provided with optical aids for close-ups and to accommodate photographers.
Jeremy was called upon to perform at the blackboard with great regularity, due to the clarity of his writing style. As time passed, the Speedo line faded as Jeremy’s ass gradually caught up with the rest of his tan.
Well, for the most part things went just as the headman had hoped — little intrusion into village life, but a hefty increase in village income. Only one little glitch had come up…
About the 4th or 5th tourist group had included a rather high-powered French couple, who had insisted that their 18-year-old son be allowed to accompany them. When the group arrived at the way-station, everyone found his or her costume very much to their liking (the village was now doing a side-business in selling these clothes to the tourists who had worn them). With one exception — there was no costume for young Jean. The headman (who was present, knowing there might be a problem) explained that 18-year-olds in his village did not wear clothing. So, in fact, Jean’s costume was already in his possession — all he had to do was to remove his clothing and Voila! — he was in full (and appropriate) village costume.
The French family kicked up a fuss and threatened to force the captain to abort the visit if he couldn’t provide suitable clothing for Jean. The captain offered to put it up to a vote — he’d go with the majority. They agreed. The vote — surprisingly — was very close. To the shock of young Jean, however, the vote ended at 4 to 3 — with 4 in favor of going ahead with the visit (with Jean naked), and only the French family voting to abort.
It should be noted that the French family had not made friends among the others in the group — a middle-aged American couple and two young Swedish guys who were traveling together. The Swedish guys, in particular, had been the victims of some fairly snide remarks by young Jean, who assumed (correctly as it happens) that they were gay. They were delighted when the Americans voted with them — just to teach that little snob some humility, as they put it later when they recounted the story of that visit to their friends.
Truth be told, even the parents looked like they were not entirely unhappy with the outcome. Perhaps this would teach their son a lesson (he’d been getting muş escort somewhat out of their control on this trip), and when the vote was cast, they acquiesced with good grace.
Suddenly, Jean realized that they were all looking at him. Although he didn’t realize it yet, nearly every other person on this excursion was more than a little interested in getting a look at the naked teenaged boys they’d heard about (as well as the rumored American celebrity). And they were beginning to realize that if they played their cards right, they were going to get quite a nice bonus on this trip — Jean was a very sexy young guy and everyone on the tour had, by now, seen him in his swimsuit (which didn’t leave much to the imagination). But no one had ever actually seen him naked — not even his own parents — at least, not since he was a very little boy.
“Well, what are you waiting for, Jean? Get your clothes off,” his father ordered.
Jean refused — adamantly.
After heated resistance, Jean finally agreed to strip down to his underpants “to show good faith.” Then they would ask the headman once again to make an exception.
The group gathered around and watched with great interest as Jean slowly began to strip. He tried to remain haughty and aloof, but the intensity of the scrutiny was a little unnerving. Finally, he lowered his khaki trousers, leaving him in nothing but his underpants.
But even at that, he was a pretty stimulating sight. Jean had a nicely developed, rather voluptuous body, and he looked great in the tiny pair of briefs he had on. They were bikini style and the walk to the village had hiked them up into his crack in back, leaving his amazingly full, lush asscheeks almost completely exposed. The tour group was riveted to the gentle flexing of the perfectly formed twin melons as he carefully folded his trousers.
And when he turned around, the view from the front made it obvious to the kid’s parents that their son had grown up — his big cock and balls were plainly outlined in the thin briefs. It was immediately obvious to everyone that he was uncircumcised and that he was starting to get turned on. As he walked over to place his trousers with the rest of his family’s western clothing, all eyes were on that big cock and balls of his, as they bounced and swayed in the overfilled pouch, while the perfect globes of his bare asscheeks jiggled in counterpoint.
“Well, heck,” said the American husband. “If you’re willing to strip down to that, there’s no point in making an issue of it. You won’t be showing us anything we haven’t already seen, sonny.”
“Yes, Jean,” his mother’s firm voice chimed in. “Just take them off and give them to me. We’ve had enough of this nonsense.”
Jean resisted, but realized that, with everyone united against him, he was going to have to go along with this. Finally, he sullenly began peeling the flimsy briefs down. To his embarrassment, his cock plumped up even more substantially in the process. By the time he stepped out of them, one foot at a time, he was closely circled by the other members of the group, all of whom were taking an active interest in the full disclosure they were being offered by the bratty French boy.
His mother held out her hand and Jean, blushing fiercely, stepped toward her to hand her the tiny garment, still warm from its contact with his most intimate parts. His huge cock arched out, nearly hard, pointing directly at her. Like the rest of the group, her eyes remained glued to it as it slowly bounced and swayed with his awkward movements. She absently stuffed the briefs into her purse.
Taking advantage of the kid’s capitulation, the headman quickly stepped up and suggested that they start out immediately before they lost any more time. As they stepped out onto the path, he added, “In this village, all 18-year-olds escort muş boys are always naked, but they never allow themselves to be seen when they are in this condition.” He gestured to Jean’s oversized erection as it bobbled helplessly in front of him. Jean gasped as the man’s hand accidentally brushed lightly against his now-rigid cockhead. “I will take him to my hut until he is in a more suitable state. Captain, please take the others to the observation platform. We’ll join you there as soon as we can.”
The headman placed one hand on Jean’s bare ass and guided him off the main path onto a smaller one that branched off to the left. Jean tried to wiggle away from the contact, but the headman’s grip on his smooth round asscheek remained firm. Jean resisted until he realized that the more he wiggled, the deeper the headman’s fingers probed between his plushy asscheeks. Already he could feel the headman’s forefinger pressing firmly against his tiny pink hole. As the others in the group disappeared toward the village, the path Jean was following began to narrow. and the headman gently pushed Jean in front of him and released his buttock. “It’s not far — just follow the path.” As Jean walked — somewhat unsteadily on the rough ground — the headman enjoyed the excellent view he was getting of the teenager’s full, round buttocks as they bobbled and flexed, only a couple of feet in front of him.
As they neared the hut, the path widened and the headman stepped up beside Jean and again firmly grasped Jean’s left cheek in his right hand, guiding him through the door.
“We’ll wait here for you to calm down. I also have a short meeting with my council to attend to. By the time that’s over, I would hope you’ll be presentable.
“But before they get here, I’d better show you how to behave — I’ll introduce you as an adopted member of a village not far from here. As a youngster, you must bow to each elder as he arrives. When he taps you on the head, you may stand up again. Here, act as if I’m just arriving. Let me see you bow from the waist.”
Jean reluctantly bent forward slightly and inclined his head.
“No, no, no! You must bow until your back is parallel to the ground. Try it again.”
Jean tried refusing, but the headman insisted, and finally, he bent forward as far as he could.
“More level, though. Arch your back a little. And spread your legs for balance. You look like you’re about to tip over.”
Jean found, to his embarrassment, that to get his back that level, he had to thrust his buttocks well out in back. The headman’s efforts to get him into the correct position involved a lot of hand contact with his back, his belly, his thighs, and (most frequently) his buttocks.
Only after the headman finally declared himself satisfied with Jean’s position did he allow the French brat to straighten up. It was obvious that his problem had gotten somewhat worse, rather than better, and Jean flushed as he saw the headman frown at the teenager’s rigid cock.
Just then the first of the council members arrived. As the man entered the hut, Jean quickly resumed his bent over position. The new arrival smiled and tapped the polite young man on the head, permitting Jean to rise. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the young man’s enormous erection waving in front of him. He looked over at the headman, who grinned and shook his head slightly, indicating that the man should take a seat at the table.
Just then another council member arrived and Jean quickly resumed his respectful posture. Due to his position facing the door, the full moon of his widely spread asscheeks ended up, without his realizing it, poised directly before the face of the seated elder, who seemed quite pleased with the view.
By the time the last of the four councilmen arrived, Jean was thoroughly muş escort bayan red in the face with embarrassment, his hardon more rigid than ever. He had tried covering it somewhat with his hands, but it was really much too large for that and his efforts just seemed to call even more attention to it.
The headman sat at the table with the others and quickly explained (in Akua) exactly how it came about that the gorgeous young Frenchman was standing there in his hut, stark naked, his enormous hardon arched out before him.
About ten minutes into their meeting (which, in reality, consisted largely of an appreciative discussion of the good looks and well-developed body parts of the young man in the room), the headman turned to Jean with apparent annoyance. “Look, there’s only one way that big thing is going to go soft. Get up here on the table — on your back — and masturbate until you get rid of it.”
Jean just stared at him in shock.
“Come on, come on. Get a move on. None of these gentlemen will be shocked. It’s a problem every boy has to deal with. We are all familiar with the process.”
He stood and, grasping Jean by the arm, led him over to the table, where he helped him up onto it. The other gentlemen assisted him by pulling and pushing appropriately until the young Frenchman was centered on the table on his back with his knees up.
“All right, get on with it.”
Jean hesitantly grasped his enormous and rigid erection and began sliding his hand up and down. The council continued their discussion of his now even more obvious charms. The headman, who had positioned Jean with his ass facing the chair he was sitting in, had an excellent view between his wide-spread thighs of his full voluptuous asscheeks and even his tight pink asshole.
After about 5 minutes of pumping and moaning, with no obvious end in sight, the headman grew impatient. “Here, you two lift his legs up over his head. I’ll use the traditional method to finish him off.”
Jean stared in shock as two of the councilmen grasped his legs and lifted them up until his knees were almost against his shoulders. He continued to stroke his cock — by now he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. He watched without comprehension as the headman rubbed his middle finger against the butter on the table, then stood up and in a single thrust buried it up Jean’s tight virgin asshole.
Jean groaned in pain and passion as the old man’s fingertip reached his prostate and began massaging it, pumping in and out at the same time. With a sudden squeal, cum began pumping out of his cock, flying halfway across the room, but also landing heavily on his face and chest. Long after the cum had stopped erupting, the headman continued finger-fucking the young man, explaining to his cronies that he had the feeling that after this exposure some of his fellow-travelers would probably soon be using this tight young ass, and it might be a good idea to get it loosened up a little for them.
About five minutes later, after the council members had helped Jean clean himself off, the headman led the young man by again firmly grasping his left asscheek and guiding him along the path to the village school.
In the viewing room, the others made way for Jean to look through the peephole into the classroom. While Jean stared at Jeremy’s wide-spread asscheeks and tiny pink hole, his fellow-travelers eyed Jean’s own well-rounded bottom from a similar angle. Bent over as he was, it was noticeable to all that his own tiny hole was now gaping slightly and appeared to be shiny with some sort of grease.
The headman offered to take the tour group over to the village market to do some shopping. The two married couples were eager to check it out. Jean, having only just arrived in the observation room, and having no particular interest in shopping, chose to stay and enjoy the view for a little longer. The two young Swedish men, similarly uninterested in shopping, chose to stay with Jean to take advantage of the unique opportunity that looked to be on offer.
All in all, the tour group later agreed that this had been a most entertaining visit.
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