Oliver

I guess he was drunk.

Or maybe he thought that I only spoke English.

But, whatever the reason, the fat German sitting at the next table in the Prague boy bar broke the first rule of lovers of young cock.

Never, but never, divulge your source of supply.

As it was, however, he just couldn’t have made it plainer. And that wasn’t just to his two friends and the cute Czech kids sitting alongside and having their dicks and assholes fondled under the inadequate cover of the tablecloth, but also to me.

Luckily not quite so drunk as the German and temporarily without a boy to distract me, I made a careful mental note of the directions the guy was giving his friends.

And so late next morning I arrived at the small village they’d been talking about. It was 15 miles east of the city, way off the beaten track and notable, until now, only for a small but quite beautiful nearby lake.

The lake was the focus of the German’s interest. Stopping there for directions when he’d got lost last year, he’d apparently discovered that the local boys were so unfamiliar with modern sexual hang-ups that they still maintained their small community’s age-old tradition of unembarrassed skinny dipping in the lake.

But the boys were, at the same time, not so unaware of the contemporary world just 15 miles to the west that they didn’t know what a solitary German, transfixed at the edge of the lake, really wanted.

And several, I’d gathered, had been quite prepared to give it to him in exchange for a comparatively modest sum.

As I arrived that day, I could see the German party had already beaten me to it. They were sunning themselves at the lakeside and, though giving me a decidedly hostile stare at first, they soon returned to matters which were, to them, of far greater interest.

A group of five boys were horsing about at the edge of the water right in front of the Germans. There were four who were, I guess, about 20 years old. They were a playful bunch, running in and out of the water and obviously trying to look as attractive to the older men as they could.

Two of them had already cast aside their swimming trunks altogether.

A little way away was a fifth boy, maybe a couple of years younger. He didn’t join in the play. In fact, he looked shy and maybe just a little bit embarrassed by what was going on nearby. I gathered from one or two things the older boys said (I understand a little Czech too) that the kid was the brother of one of them and was named Oliver.

About 20 minutes after my arrival, the four older boys, exchanging smiles and a few remarks with the German party, left the lakeside and headed off into a nearby wood. They made sure that they kept looking back and smiling at the older men as they did so.

After just a couple of minutes the three Germans got up, packed up their few things and locked them in their car, and then followed the boys into the trees.

I was almost inclined to follow them - after all, they had a boy to spare - but instead opted to stay at the lakeside. Today I was just as happy to flirt as to have sex. I hoped Oliver was the flirting type.

Oliver wasn’t, perhaps, the sexiest boy I’d come across in the Czech Republic - they all had the sense to be making big money in the Prague boy bars - but he had a sweet innocence and shyness that was particularly attractive after several days of the capital’s in-your-face sex industry.

I thought I’d need to take things slowly if I weren’t going to frighten him off. But I was sure that I’d have plenty of time. With all the possible permutations available to them, the Germans would take several hours in a thorough examination of all the avenues open to them in the wood.

I smiled across at Oliver and got just a weak one in return. It was, in fact, almost 15 minutes before he shifted his position on his towel slightly, rearranged the contents of his swimming trunks and, indeed, pushed them down slightly. I could now clearly see the top of a fine looking bush of dark brown hair below his smooth belly.

Things - and I hoped they included his dick - were starting to look up.