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Clearly it would have been. My time in Milan had groomed me to the delights of fourteen-year-old boys without the risk I would have faced in the States. The age of consent in Italy was fourteen. Alas, in Vietnam, where I had been dispatched to prove my worth to the firm before I could claim a perfect assignment to Milan, it was eighteen. The adjustment had not been easy; the need to take risks here had been both challenging and frustrating.
I was happy to have found an establishment like Mister that could take the risk because, despite a half century under communism, some old Third World corruption and protection chain practices continued to thrive here. It also had gotten me into the closely guarded doors of Mister. The huge profit margin would be worth the risk the firm would be taking. The firm had decided to establish a factory of its own rather than having to rely on negotiating with local factor owners.
We parted sexually on good terms, but he obviously sensed that I wanted something different. I could get what I wanted legally in Milan. I wanted to wrap up business here and move on to a position with the firm in Italy.
The runaround here had become quite frustrating. He had been small and willowy, and ever so willing, though. Sinking my cock inside him, listening to him moan, and feeling his legs wrapped around my thighs, holding me close to him, as he moved with me in the fuck, had aided me for a short time in closing my eyes and experiencing him as being much younger. He then had led me to the door of Mister and gained entrance for me to the delights of lying with teenage boys. Thus, I was faced with careful handling in both directions if I wanted to maintain my position with Cross and Stewartโand, unfortunately, it looked like I was going to have to spend months, if not years, in Hanoi to get it done.
When I left the front door of Mister and looked out over Hoan Kiem Lake across the shore-hugging avenue, I was swamped by a swarm of boys wanting to sell me something or just out right receive money from me to escape their harassment.