In earlier days I had come here—mostly to Hamburg in the north—to indulge my fetish for boys. The age of consent in Germany was fourteen, which su...ited me well, as a fourteen-year-old boy hit my sweet spot—a small boy of stature, preferably, who was perfectly formed, willowy, lithe, flexible, yielding, but who was sweet, only beginning to ponder his sexuality and preferences. But I was researching for my series of historical novels on the Völkerwanderang period, the “wandering of the peoples”. "That's my job. That evil voice said. He clutched his head, shaking it."No please go away!"Let's take baby steps then. You have David there. You know he's Jenniferinside. Do you like them both?"Yes, please don't-"Kiss him. Kiss him nicely and politely and like you mean it. I don't meana serious lip lock, sticking your tongue halfway down his throat. Butlike you really like him and are not being forced. Do that, and I willnot bother you for fifteen minutes. Think that you're his sister, andit's. I wanted to go all out. Hell we were already having sex at school. Why not?I slowly wrapped my mouth around his head swirling my tongue at the tip. I felt his legs tighten up. I stopped for a moment to look up at him. He already had his head tilted back, he looked up as soon as I stopped. "Don't stop," he said with pleading eyes. I smiled. "I decided I don't want to anymore," I teased. His face fell. "Seriously?" I laughed lightly then placed his dick back in my mouth. His hands rested on my. Since we had all been studying, however, I hadn't seen much of Jen recently even though we went to the same school. Now that we were free, though, I was anxious to have her over.Jen giggled. "Okay. That'd be great! But I gotta go ask my mom, hang on a sec... wait, right now, right?" Uh, yeah," I replied. "Oh, but make sure it's okay since my parents won't be here for a while. They went to Twin Peaks to watch some hockey game, and won't be back till late."I heard distant footsteps over the line.