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Subject: Bentley House. Chapter 1 Bentley House Chapter 1 A Nifty Novel Foreword Set against the backdrop of Johannesburg South Africa ; Bentley House is an erotic novel about life surrounding a Juvenile Reform School. The novel contains detailed scenes of sex between consenting teens and twinks as well as sex between consenting youth and adult men. All names, places and incidents are purely fictional. A fantasy of my own delusional mind. All feedback is welcome. Mail me at ail Please donate to Nifty. It’s the right thing to do. Enjoy your reading Chapter *One* “Oh honey, I need a man that can not a boy with a toy! ” and at that I burst out laughing. A loud guffaw escaped from my throat and the ‘boy’ who was being told off just glared at me in anger and embarrassment. The guy stood up and left. I was sitting at the bar of our local gay club ‘The Skyline’ in the heart of Johannesburg. So named because from anywhere in the club you could see the city skyline. The club had huge floor to ceiling windows all around, the revolving dance floor on the second storey adorned with mirror balls and strobe lighting was one of the clubs main attractions and guys young and old could be seen dancing the night away to rave music and gay anthems. The long maple wood bar on the first floor, with all its modern trimmings and flair was a perfect venue to relax with a few beers while a trio was playing soft jazz up on the stage. The lighting was dim in the bar, and together with the music it created an ambiance of mystery and romance that was reminiscent of a bygone era. The third floor was reserved for guys who wanted to get there kink on. The darkness enveloped small cubicles and glory holes, a small but well stocked bar was situated in one corner of the room and along one wall there were fifty small lockers where you locked away your clothing before entering the dark rooms. The key was obtained from the bar and worn around your neck for the evening or until you left. The drag queen who had told off the young man took the seat next to me. He (or she) was wearing a violent pink wig that was teased so high it looked like a cone of candy floss upon his pin sized head. She was draped in gold satin and bejeweled with every type of rhinestone imaginable and his huge round eyes were done up bright in blue and yellow eyeshadow and başakşehir escort her lids weighed down by the heavy false lashes. Her long red finger nails reached out like tentacles to grip a hold of her large pink umbrella drink and in a nasal twang that would put any kugel to shame and make nanny Fran envious she said “I know you like them young James, but honestly, and I’m sure you know by now that I can’t tolerate anyone under thirty. I don’t have the patience to fumble around in the dark teaching a boy how to handle a lady.” I just laughed “Lucky for me Sam, I have alot of patience with the young boys.” Sam, or Samantha, or Samuel when he’s not in drag, is a good friend of mine we’ve known each other for several years. And I truly enjoy his company and his kind hearted manner; even when he’s being a bitch. I was lucky to have a sincere friend like Sam who knew about my secret life and didn’t judge me for being a lover of boys, or go around spreading the news to the priest and the masses. “Samantha, it’s late already and I gotta get going. You know my rules. Are you taking a ride on my carriage or will you find a frog who turns into a prince with a carriage of his own?” I asked as I downed the last of my beer. Sam was prone to staying at the club till morning light and almost always landed up going home with the last patron or a nearest bet. Sam doesn’t drive over weekends, he leaves his BMW parked at home and either catches a ride with me or calls for a cab. He finished his pink umbrella drink and slid the glass over to the barman… “Fill her up Smitty, mama’s thirsty tonight!” He turned to face me and puckered up his red overdone lips as he winked and blew me an air kiss, “I’ll head for the palace on my own tonight James. You go on and have yourself a *gay* evening, I’m staying for the catch” He took his drink from the barman, whose name wasn’t Smitty, and twirling the umbrella around, he plucked off the cherry and winked at him, “Thank you daahhliing! Add it to my tab.” I picked up my keys and my wallet and turned to go… “You should perhaps reconsider those rules of yours James, no man should live by the hour!” I laughed and walking away I gave him a hearty “C’est LA Vie” as I left The Skyline. The rules were simple: Friday party all night. Saturday party till 1am. I kept halkalı escort these rules for the simple reason of work ethics. In my line of work I have to be sharp as a razor on a Monday morning, so I like to take Sunday and do what needs to be done around the house and prep for my week ahead. I suppose now is as good a time as any to introduce myself. My name is James Berg and no one, for any reason, has ever called me Jim or Jamie. I’ve always been James, to my mother, my lovers and my colleagues. At 5ft 8″ I stand tall and confident in myself and even though I’m straight acting and straight looking I am open about my sexuality when confronted. Closets are for clothes not for people. I have an average build with toned muscles and a flat torso. My green eyes are complimented by my dark brown hair that I keep cropped short and styled in a messy kind of way. By profession I am a clinical psychologist and work as a guidance counselor at Bentley House; a Juvenile Reform School for boys. Bentley House is a private, elitist school where the rich and famous can send their spoilt millennials to be rehabilitated. Situated in Sandton, an area north of Johannesburg, Bentley House admits juveniles between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Our summer semester starts on Monday and ten new boys will be joining our current student group. That means that I’m going to have a very busy start to the new term. My job requires me to communicate and liaise with not only the parents but also the social workers and court clerks. My assessments must include progress reports based on the boys’ behavior, academics, recreation and sport activities. Am I ever tempted to fool around with the boys at Bentley House? Yes, every day. And if it wasn’t for my work ethics I would have given in to that temptation sooner; but I’m lucky in that I’ve been able to restrain myself and get my kicks and kinks elsewhere, even though it’s growing increasingly difficult to keep myself to myself. I am both anxious and curious to see what golden prize boys the summer intake will bring. But that will be tomorrow. Today I owe Sam a breakfast and then I’m spending my Sunday relaxing by the pool. “I went home with a perfect number ten last night James, only to wake up this morning to realize he’s actually a number four. Hahaha. Don’t the şirinevler escort guys all get prettier at closing time?” Sam giggled and exhaled his cigarette smoke into the room. We were seated in the smoking section of Mugg weekends are party times and Sam always gets laid at a party, so I had no trouble believing in what he was saying. The waiter brought our food, I was having a bacon and cheese omlette and Sam had chosen the Savoury Mince on Toast. I ordered another round of coffee for us, cappuccino for me and a vanilla latte for Sam. While eating our breakfast the conversation went from the previous nights party to the busy week that lay ahead for each of us, Sam is a caterer and was booked up with corporate events and other small functions. After breakfast we went shopping, Sam needed some girly stuff for his drag wardrobe. I bought a new pair of shoes and a Chino pant. As planned, I spent the afternoon beside the pool soaking up the hot African sun. But by nightfall I knew I needed some sort of sexual release, the heat and humidity had me hot and sticky in all the right places. I went inside, grabbed a fresh towel from the linen cupboard and headed for the shower. I turned on the water and let the shower run so that it can build up some steam in the bathroom. I shaved and then got into the shower. The hot water was cascading over my sun *tanned* body and my cock was stiffening as the hot water pounded on it. I reached for the fleshlight I brought in to the shower with me. I slowly pushed the fleshlight down over my cock till it the base of my shaft and then slowly pulled it off my cock again. I wrapped a fist around my 6.5″ cock, squeezing tight and making the veins stand out as the hot water kept raining down on my cock. With my left hand I brought the fleshlight to my cock head, slowly massaging the round, swollen tip of my cock as I kept my fist tight around my shaft. The fleshlight opened up and I plunged it down on my shaft, moving my right hand to my balls and caressing them softly I began to wank using the fleshlight to imitate a sucking action. It wasn’t long before I felt my legs buckle and my balls began to tighten, I knew the end was near and sped up the pumping action. I sgot a big load of sperm into the fleshlight imagining it to be a boy mouth with succulent lips wrapped around my shaft. After my orgasm I washed myself again and took care of cleaning the sex toy. I couldn’t wait for the new semester to start. ** As a first attempt, with English as my second language, I can only hope that you, the reader, enjoyed my story. ** All feedback welcome ail

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