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Subject: “Young Lovers,” Chapter 39 Chapter 39 It was very late by the time I got back to the cabin after my emotional time with Zach. I wondered how Parker’s meeting with Marco had gone, but seeing that the place was dark and the three forms in the bed were motionless I realized my curiosity would have to remain unsatisfied until the next day. It was just as well, I reflected, as I climbed over Joon and slipped into bed between him and Parker. I didn’t need any more intensity this night. As I stared up at the ceiling I could feel that feeling in my gut I always got when my heart went out to a boy. When his sadness, his worries, his hopefulness touched my own. It wasn’t exactly a feeling of weakness — just an open space inside. What was that space, I wondered. Was it an emptiness, a space that needed to be filled with something? And if so, what was that something? A bond with a boy? A boy’s love for me? Did I want a further, deeper connection with Zach? Or maybe it was just my need to love him. Or any boy, maybe. I turned to my right side, reached out and pulled Joon to me. “Umph,” he muttered. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Hi kid,” I whispered. He pushed against me, rejecting my embrace. “Too fucking hot,” he muttered. I caressed his head, feeling that all too familiar twinge of hurt I sometimes felt when he pushed me away. Yes, it was a familiar feeling. I’d felt it off and on all my life, I realized — here and there, with several boys. Special boys. It was a feeling that usually only lingered at the edge of my awareness. During the day I scarcely noticed it — I could always joke it off easily. At night, though, the hurt seemed to creep over me more strongly. Maybe my defenses were down then. But really, what I was getting upset about? It wasn’t unusual for the apartment to be too warm for all of us to cuddle when we slept. I sometimes pulled away from the boys myself when I awoke, sweaty and uncomfortable. We were in the tropics, after all. And Joon, even though he by his own admission had no body fat to insulate him, was particularly bothered by the heat, I knew. I sighed and turned over. As I began to relax and let go of my thoughts I saw Zach’s sorrowful face before me. I pulled my pillow tight against me, imagining it was his warm, slender body I held, and soon drifted off to sleep. ************************************** The next morning I was up before the boys, and after cleaning up I went out for my pre-breakfast walk. It was a leisurely stroll, which was the only kind that didn’t immediately work up a sweat in this part of the world. Once I’d circled the whole resort twice I headed to the cafeteria, which had now opened, and a few staff and guests stood in line for breakfast. I noticed there were no boys up this early. I had just sat down with my first coffee of the day when Marco approached and plopped down at my table. “Hey, glad to see you,” he grinned. “Haven’t talked to you much lately. What’s new?” “Well, I guess the main thing recently is the addition of Parker to my, uh, menagerie, as you call it.” I elected not to mention my recent emotional moments with Zach and Keoki. Marco sipped his tea. “Yeah — I met with him yesterday, you know.” He looked a little uncomfortable. “How’d that go? I haven’t had a chance to ask him about it.” “Well, to be honest, he’s not ready. At this point he’s too — what is it? — jumpy, too nervous about himself to assign to a guest. He’s just gonna make a guest feel uncomfortable, which is the opposite of what we want.” “I know what you mean. I’ve been trying to help him understand how to have a conversation with another person. You know, he has those moments — I call them talk explosions, where he just rattles on and on. But he’s really trying, and he’s not as bad as he was when he got here.” “Mmm.” Marco didn’t sound impressed. “When you say `he’s not ready’ that makes me think that there’s still hope, it will just take time.” “Well, maybe. I mean, he’s here now, and he’s got a contract. Not that we couldn’t get out of it if we decided he was a total loss . . .” “Will you let me work with him some more? I think he’s got so much potential.” “He does, I’ll admit that. I got a look at him naked — my God. We have no one here with a body like that.” “But apparently Gino hated it!” “Well, Gino can be a bit, uh, doctrinaire, I guess you could say. He told me what he thought of the kid in no uncertain terms. But I think there may be hope. Every now and then we do get a guest who wants a super-worked out boy. We usually assign Omar or Troy to them. You met them yet?” “I know Omar — he hangs around with Byron a lot. I don’t know Troy.” “You’d remember him if you met him. Australian kid. Spectacular body, perpetual grin, huge dick which he loves to show off. Not the brightest bulb, but a nice kid, and he loves his work! Anyway, we might have somebody for Parker now and then — if you can calm him down a little. Or a lot. Tell you what. I’ll give you a month. If he’s still too weird at that point we’ll have to let him go, I’m afraid. Martin is pretty permissive, but he’s not gonna tolerate a kid here indefinitely who’s not earning his keep.” “I really hope I can help him, Marco. He’s such a sweet kid and he’s had so much disappointment in his life. He wants this so bad. My heart just goes out to him, I’ve gotta admit.” “Yeah, your heart goes out to everybody. Along with your dick,” he snickered. That comment stung a bit, and I guess my face must have shown I didn’t appreciate it. Marco did some damage control. “Seriously, Mike, you’re such a natural with the boys. You’ve done some great work here — we’re lucky to have you. I wish we could clone you. Or better yet, hire you.” He looked like a thought had just struck him. “You know, why don’t you stay?!” he continued. “After you come back from the whole Korea thing! Just quit the magazine and work here! We’ve expanded to almost a hundred boys now, and I can barely keep up. Evan and I have told Martin enough about how much you helped Jack and Donte — he’d hire you in a minute!” “Hmph! Well, thanks, it’s tempting. Of course I’d have to give it some thought.” It was a compliment, for sure, and one I filed away to think about later. At that moment I was actually thinking more about Parker, and I was relieved to hear Marco was willing to cut him some slack. I was determined to help Parker achieve his dream of being a young lover. I was sure that, with regular practice, he could become an adequate conversationalist. He was a bright kid, maybe in some ways very bright, and you couldn’t question his motivation. As it turned out, however, the proposed month-long campaign to get Parker ready to be a young lover was unnecessary. It seemed like a good idea at the time. As so often seems to happen, though, fate had other plans. ************************ “OK, Parker, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna simulate a session with you and a guest. You’re gonna be you and I’m gonna be the guest. We’ll go through the whole thing step by step, and I’ll teach you what to say and do. OK?” The boy looked around the apartment, his blue eyes wide. He didn’t look so OK. “OK, yes, Marco said you aren’t ready yet. I know you’re disappointed. But he didn’t say you’re not gonna be young lover! You just need some practice in how to talk to a guest!” He swallowed, blinked and said nothing. “Hey, this is gonna be great, you’ll see! Once we’ve practiced a few times you’ll be ready to start your career as a sex virtuoso!” The boy smiled sheepishly. “That was kinda dumb to say huh? A sex virtuoso! Sometimes I say stuff, I don’t even know why, it just . . .” He stopped. We looked at each other a second. “I don’t really need to explain all that, do I?” “No,” I answered softly, putting love in my gaze. “You know Parker, when person breaks a habit, I think the urge never goes away. Your urge to talk on and on is just a bad habit. Like smoking or stealing stuff or bragging or whatever. You make progress by how fast you notice what you’re about to do and stop yourself. The faster you realize it the quicker you can get back on track. So like right there — that was the fastest you’ve ever noticed a talk explosion coming. Very good.” He smiled that little half-baffled, half-pleased smile that I was beginning to realize was a trademark of his. “So you ready to start?” “Ok,” he smiled, still looking unsure. “It’s like — role playing, right?” “Exactly. So let’s start. First, you go outside and knock. You’re Parker the young lover and I’m your guest.” We both walked toward the door. “So, um, what do I say?” “Just say what comes naturally. As long as the conversation is good we’ll keep going, and when I want to make a comment I’ll stop you and we’ll talk about it.” I swung the door open and the boy stepped outside. I closed the door and took a deep breath. And waited. “Come on Parker!” I thought to myself. The knock finally came. I swung the door open. The boy stood there, apparently tongue-tied. I decided to jump start things. “Hi! Are you my boy for tonight?” “Um, yeah. I’m, uh, Parker.” “Well hi Parker, I’m, uh, Elwood.” “Elwood?!” the boy burst out. “That’s . . . ” “I know, I know, unusual, right? It makes me stand out! Come on in!” Parker stepped in and I closed the door behind him. “Man, are you something!” I exclaimed. “You’re really hot!” “Oh! Um . . so are you!” The boy blinked, looking pretty uncomfortable. “OK, stop a minute. So probably your guest will be older, not in great shape, and so telling him he’s hot too is just gonna sound strange and fake. First of all, though, what should you have done when you heard the name Elwood?” He blinked. “Nothing, I guess.” “Exactly. Nobody wants people to react to their name like it’s weird. Just a smile would be good. And you could even put out your hand to shake. Let’s try it again. Hi Parker, I’m Elwood!” Parker plastered a huge grin on his face and stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you!” I grinned back and shook his hand. “Man are you something!” I repeated. “You’re really hot!” He grinned even wider. “Thanks.” “You know what I want to do to you?” “Um, no.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him roughly to his knees. “Ah!” Parker yelled in surprise, as his knees banged the wooden floor. Ignoring this, I unsnapped my shorts, dropped them to my ankles, and tugged the front of my boxer briefs down. Then I gripped my soft cock in one hand, pulled his head toward my crotch with the other, and said, “I wanna fuck your mouth!” Without saying a word Parker lunged forward and smashed his face roughly into my crotch. He wriggled his mouth against my cock and then sucked in the head. One hand came to my hip as he pulled me harder against himself and began to work his tongue vigorously. “OK, time out Parker. That was great!” The boy sat back on his heels and beamed. “Let’s try it again, and I’ll give you something different. Stand up.” I zipped myself back up. “Ready? Man, are you something! You’re really hot!” “Thanks!” “You know what I want to do with you?” “No, what?” “This.” I drew him to me with one arm, cradled his head with my other hand, and began tenderly kissing him. The boy kissed back eagerly, showing some of the new skills he’d learned from me and Johnny over the previous few days. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. After a nice couple of minutes I pulled konya escort back. “Again, excellent Parker! But I’ve gone easy on you so far. Let’s change it up now.” “How do you mean?” “You’ll see. Ready? Man are you something! You’re really hot!” “Thanks!” Parker giggled a little. “What’s funny?” “I, um, like it when you say that.” “Hmm. That gives me an idea. For later. Anyway, back to the role playing . . . I like a boy to take the lead. I’ll do whatever you want. You’ve got such big muscles,” I caressed one bicep. “I bet you could just make me do whatever you wanted. I wouldn’t be able to stop you.” Parker blinked, looking nonplussed. I decided to wait. “That’s right. I can just do whatever I want to you,” he said, his eyes searching, thinking how to react. I waited some more. “Um, take your clothes off,” he said, a sudden frown appearing on his face. “Yessir. Anything you say.” I ripped my clothes off at top speed. “Now what?” I asked, imploringly. “Do whatever you want to me. But . . . don’t hurt me too much.” “Shut the fuck up!” Parker suddenly shouted. “I’ll do whatever, whatever the fuck I want to! Um, get on your knees!” Delighted and surprised at Parker’s sudden transformation, I immediately cooperated, and Parker stepped close to me. “Take my cock out and suck it! And you, you fucking better make me feel good!” I certainly had no problem with that, and it was only a matter of seconds before the boy’s creamy pink monster bobbed inches from my face, already semi-hard. “Oh my God, you’re so big!” I exclaimed. “That’s right! Biggest fucking cock you’ve ever seen! Now start sucking before — before I, um, get impatient and just ram the whole thing down your fucking throat!” I sat back on my heels. “VERY nice, Parker!” “Yeah?” The boy shook his head with a bemused smile. “I can’t believe I said that!” “You sensed what would turn a guy like that on and fulfilled his fantasy! Outstanding!” Parker’s grin was huge. “I know! It just busted out of me! It seems like when it comes to sex things I just know what to do, or something.” “OK, next one. This is gonna be harder!” I added in warning. “Let’s get dressed and go again.” In a minute I started again, but threw him a curve. “Hi Parker, I’m Elwood.” “Hi. Nice to meet you!” He stuck out his hand. I let my face look downcast and ignored his hand. “You’re not — you’re not what I wanted at all! I wanted — they told me I was gonna get an older boy, like 17 or 18. You’re — you’re just a kid.” Parker looked stunned. I waited. “Um, well, I’ve got a big dick,” he finally replied softly. “Maybe you’d like that. Lots of older guys have way smaller dicks than me. Plus I’ve got, like, pretty big muscles. But maybe it’s not that. Maybe you want somebody who’s more– I mean, I know I don’t seem that confident. And maybe you’ll think I don’t know that much about what to do, which I kinda don’t, I mean I don’t have that much experience, but I think I’m kind of a natural, I–” “Parker!” I stopped him. The boy’s eyes widened, and he looked horrified. “Oh no!” he whispered. I chuckled and caressed his hair. “See what happened there? When it seemed like I was rejecting you it threw you off, didn’t it? It threw you off, and so you went back to your usual talk explosion thing. Right?” He nodded and swallowed hard. “Hey, it’s OK man! You’ve been doing great so far, you just hit a bump in the road! Now let’s think about it. What could you say differently if it seems like you’re being rejected?” “I don’t know. I mean — I never know what to say when that happens.” I could feel something tugging at my heart as I realized how many times in his life he must have felt that rejection. “Well, OK, think about what others would say. Like, what would Joon say?” “Joon? Mm.” Parker reflected a minute. “He’d probably give this little sneer and say, `Well, you’re not exactly what I had in mind either!’ Only he’d use big words.” I chuckled. “Yeah, you got that about right. And he’d throw in an F-bomb or two just to let the guy know he didn’t give a shit. What about Johnny?” “I dunno. He always seems so . . . cheerful or something. And eager, like a little puppy.” “I know! Maybe you could decide to be cheerful and eager instead of getting your feelings hurt.” I let that hang in the air a minute. “Go ahead, let’s try,” I urged. “You ready?” “To be eager?” “Yep. Just like Johnny. Here we go. . . You’re not what I wanted. You’re just a kid. I wanted somebody older.” The boy thought a minute. Then he began stripping. OK, interesting, I thought. In a moment he was naked. I admired his spectacular body anew as I waited to see what he’d say. Parker held his arms out to the sides and beamed his big smile. “I might be only 15 but . . . I bet you like what you see!” I gave him an appreciative smile in return. “Wow! I’ve never seen a young guy with a body like that!” I reached out and caressed his lusciously curving chest. He grabbed my hand, gazed into my eyes, and then moved my hand slowly down over his breastbone, his amazing belly, toward his groin, into his dark orange bush, and onto his cock. His smile grew even bigger, his gaze almost triumphant as he pressed my palm firmly onto his warm, thick snake. “You ever seen a young guy with — with this?” “Oh, man.” I dropped to my knees and began sucking Parker. As I felt his hardening organ surging into the back of my throat I thought to myself that this wasn’t, strictly speaking, part of the role play, but . . . I began surging up and down, Parker’s huge girth causing my jaw to begin to ache already. His hands came to the back of my head as he began thrusting back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” he grunted softly in time with his thrusts. I placed my hands on the backs of his smooth thighs and caressed them up and down as they tensed and flexed. As he thrust particularly roughly I grasped his butt cheeks and squeezed hard, then released and squeezed again. “AH!” Parker bellowed, and suddenly, as seemed to be his habit, he was about to blow. Quickly I pulled off him and then gave his cock a rough squeeze. “Not yet,” I chuckled, rising to my feet. “Oh, man!” he exclaimed, staring at me wide eyed. “You’re ready to cum, huh?” “Uh-huh.” He swallowed hard, panting a little. “Sometimes you’re gonna have to hold it. Guests aren’t gonna want to have you blow your load in the first three minutes.” I reached out, grabbed his cock near the head, and gently caressed his glans with my thumb. “Even when you’re really, really turned on you’ve gotta control it.” I grinned at him and kept teasing his cockhead. For a couple of minutes the boy bit his lip, gritted his teeth, puffed out deep breaths, and muttered “oh, man!” “oh man!” as he struggled mightily to keep from ejaculating. I kept up the slow, gentle caresses and what I hoped was an encouraging smile. Finally, I stopped. “Not bad! Congratulations! OK, let’s sit down a minute and wait until you calm down a bit.” We did so, and waited quietly. After three minutes Parker’s long, thick cock was still an angry pinkish purple, curving upward almost past his left hip bone, his urethral opening shiny with a little pre-cum. “It’s not going down,” Parker observed, staring at it, his voice still a bit breathless. “Is that how it usually is?” “Um, I guess, I don’t know.” “You don’t know? How can you not know?” “Well — I guess when I get this, um, erect, I always, you know, ejaculate.” “Ah. Well, this will be good practice in self-control then. Are you ready for one more role play?” “Um, OK. Shall I put my clothes back on?” “I don’t think so. Let’s just pretend you’ve got `em on. OK, go outside and knock like before.” “Outside? I’ve, um, got no clothes on!” “If somebody sees you they’re not gonna care! Everybody on this island sees naked guys every day!” “I’m like, all hard though,” he murmured. “Parker, are you proud of your cock?” The boy looked at me, and a sheepish little smile began stealing over his face. “Well, sometimes, I guess. A little.” “You should be A LOT proud of that big beauty, all the time! You should want the whole world to see it! Now let’s go outside!” We did so. Just as we stepped outside two boys I didn’t know walked past. “WhooOOH!” shouted one, looking at Parker. The boys both laughed. Just what I didn’t want Parker to hear. “Hey, you want some of this!?” I cried to the boys with a grin, gesturing at Parker, hoping to make the best of the situation. They grinned back as they passed. “Tomorrow!” one of them shouted. “All right!” I shouted back. “But for something this big it’ll cost you!” The boy wiggled his butt, still grinning broadly. “I can’t wait!” I grinned at Parker. “See, man, they know what you’ve got is hot! Once all the guys on this island get a look at that cock of yours they’re all gonna want it! Right?” The boy shrugged and smiled his sheepish smile. “But I don’t wanna, like, walk around all naked and stuff.” I opened the door and we headed back inside. “Tell you what. Let’s forget the rest of the role playing for right now — you’re doing much better than I thought you would the first time anyway. Let’s go swimming instead!” He frowned. “Swimming? How come? I mean, I like swimming but–” “Because that’s how you can show off what you’ve got without being naked! Those little speedos the guys all wear reveal almost everything! I know you’ve got one, but I’ve never seen you wear it.” “I didn’t even try it on. It’s embarrassing.” “Well, you’re gonna try it on right now. And then we’re gonna go to the pool.” ******************************** “I wish I could just, you know, leave these shorts on.” Parker had squeezed into a speedo that, I had to agree, looked like it belonged on a smaller guy. Smaller in front at least. His fat organ lurched to one side and seemed bent back on itself, and it couldn’t have been comfortable. It probably didn’t help that, as usual, Parker was semi-hard. Still, it was incredibly hot — especially since the speedo, like all those that Mr. Brown gave out, only had a single layer of thin material, which meant every feature of Parker’s penis — the broad rim of his cockhead, his cumtube, even the swollen vein twining up the side of his shaft — were clearly visible. He had looked very awkward when I checked him out as he emerged from the bathroom, and he wouldn’t leave the apartment until he had pulled on a pair of shorts over his speedo. Now he looked nervously around the pool deck, crowded as usual in late afternoon with boys and guests. “How are you gonna get used to showing off your stuff if you’re covering up everything? Come on, take `em off, stick `em in my bag, and then we’ll go over there and sit down. There are a couple of lounges free.” “Way over there? That’s, like, all the way on the other side of the pool!” “Parker! Quit stalling, you know you’ve gotta do this! Anyway, what happened to that guy who had wild, totally naked sex with me on the lawn right out in the middle of the resort? He sure wasn’t shy!” “Well, it was night and raining and nobody was there! There’s like 50 people here!” “That’s right, and some of `em won’t even be looking in your direction, and the ones that do will be admiring you or lusting for you. You’re gonna be a star! Come on now, Mr. Virtuoso — time to get some adoring fans!” Parker reluctantly dropped his shorts, picked them up and handed them to me to put in my sports bag. The two of us konyaaltı escort then headed over to where there were a few vacant lounges. I watched Parker out of the corner of my eye as he walked, looking around nervously and at the same time trying to act unconcerned. Actually most of the boys and men we passed didn’t seem to notice him, but I did see a couple of appreciative stares and one mouth open in surprise. I plopped myself onto one of the lounges and Parker stood by me a moment, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Um, I’m gonna get in the pool,” he said, obviously hoping to avoid attracting attention. And he did, in his own awkward fashion. Most boys would either jump in or dive in and some of the older guests would climb down the pool ladder to get in, but not Parker. He seated himself on the pool edge, then tried to ease himself into the water, first with one leg, then the other, and then finally lost his balance and, with a cry, plopped into the water. He surfaced, sputtering and wiping his red locks from his eyes. We made eye contact with each other and I gave him a grin and a shrug. Then I put my lounge flat, lay back and closed my eyes. I had decided to leave Parker alone to socialize or swim or do whatever he was going to do. “Aren’t you, um, coming in?” he called plaintively. “Nope,” I called back. “You’re a big boy, you don’t need me.” He didn’t answer, and after a few minutes of the sun warming my body and the tiniest of breezes caressing my skin now and then, I began dozing. I don’t know how long I napped. When I opened my eyes and looked around I at first didn’t see Parker. Propping myself up on my elbows for a more careful look I finally spied him some distance away, sitting on the lawn, his back propped up against a chair leg. He was talking with a man I hadn’t seen before. As they talked I noticed Parker seemed fidgety and uncomfortable. He shifted how he was sitting constantly. A couple of times he awkwardly tugged at his tiny suit. The man seemed to be speaking animatedly to the boy, gesturing broadly and laughing a lot. Was this guy trying to pick Parker up? I found myself hoping so, for the sake of the boy’s self esteem. Parker said something to him and fidgeted again with his speedo. I couldn’t be sure because of the angle at which they were sitting, but it looked as if the man actually reached out and caressed the front of Parker’s suit. I saw the boy gaze at him a moment, and then I was even more surprised to see Parker reach out and do the same to the man. Well, well, I thought to myself — what have we here? The two sat still for a second as if frozen. Then the man placed his hand behind Parker’s head, leaned forward, and drew the boy to him for a kiss. Parker seemed to go willingly and the two held a long kiss. Then they broke the kiss and the man said something to him. Parker nodded and I could see his big smile from fifty feet away. They both got to their feet and took a few steps away from the pool. Parker stopped then, seeming to remember something, and turned and looked at me. I knew what he wanted. I made eye contact, nodded, and gestured that he should go. He gave me a smile and I could see something else in his face I was too far away to read. The boy turned and the two left the pool area and headed in the direction of the guest cabins. The last thing I saw before they turned a corner and went out of sight behind some bushes was the man putting his arm around Parker’s shoulders. This was something I’d never heard of on the island before — a guest picking up a boy who wasn’t assigned to him. I noticed I didn’t feel sad at all at the idea that it looked like Parker would be having sex with another man. I was actually happy for him. And, I had to admit to myself, a bit relieved. It had been bothering me that I had had to reject Parker in his desire for a special bond with me, and I’d worried that he’d get a crush on me that would have to remain unsatisfied. Maybe now he would discover he could enjoy sex with a man without automatically falling in love. I also wondered if this guy had even asked Parker if he was already taken. And I wondered what this meant for the boy whom Marco had set him up with. Was there going to be a threesome? Or was this guy just kicking some poor kid to the curb because he’d found a more beautiful boy? With a bigger cock? I looked around the pool area. At first it seemed all the boys were either with other kids or obviously with a guest. I saw no boys by themselves. I was about to lie back down and resume my nap when I saw what looked like wave, from the far end of the pool. I looked more closely. Was the boy waving at me? Did I know him? There came another wave. I got up and approached the boy. As I drew near I suddenly realized who it was. I gave him a big grin. “Antonio! It’s nice to see you!” I cried in Spanish to the boy as he hung onto the side off the pool and smiled shyly at me. “Hello Mike.” I jumped into the pool and when I bobbed to the surface I eased over to him and hung onto the pool edge next to him. He looked even better than I’d remembered, his skin now a golden brown and his hair longer than before, curling over his ears and plastered wet onto the nape of his neck. I placed my hand on his shoulder, leaned forward and gave him little kiss on the cheek. “You are cuter than ever!” I exclaimed. He shook his head with that little self-effacing laugh of his. “No, no.” “Are you here with a friend?” The boy shook his head, his smile disappearing. “Oh, so you have a guest here. Where is he?” I looked around, but I had already suspected the truth. “He is not here.” “Oh. Will he be coming back soon? I want to meet him. I want to tell him what a nice boy he has.” Antonio smiled gamely. “I don’t know when he will come back.” I took a chance. “Is he that guy that just left? With the boy with the red hair?” Antonio nodded. He tried to smile, but I could see the sadness in his face. I placed my hand on his shoulder again. “I’m glad you waved to me,” I said, gazing into his eyes. “Would you like to come with me?” The boy swallowed, and uncertainty washed his face. He didn’t answer. “The man you were with. Was he nice?” The boy shrugged. “He doesn’t like me, I think. I think he wants a boy he can talk to. I, you know, I don’t speak English very much yet.” I caressed the boy’s hair. Why would they assign a boy who spoke no English to a non-Spanish speaking guest, I wondered. Did Marco just expect wordless fucking and sucking? That didn’t sound like the Young Lovers policy to me. “Well, the boy with the red hair was with me, but now,” I shrugged, “he’s gone. So I guess it’s the same for both of us, yes? We’re both left alone. Shall we keep each other company?” Emotion was in the boy’s face. He nodded wordlessly. I decided to change the tone. I grinned at him. “Are you a good swimmer?” “I’m just learning. In my class.” “Do you like it?” He smiled and nodded. “I do too — but I think I want to go back to my apartment now. Would you like to keep me company? I have cookies!” The boy’s smile deepened, as sometimes happens when a person hears what he had wanted to hear. But there was still some hesitation. “Don’t worry about your guest. If he left you behind you are free to do what you want. You will not get into trouble. Come on.” With that I pulled myself up out of the pool. The boy followed immediately. **************************** Antonio and I lay on the bed facing each other, naked. We had stripped out of our wet suits and toweled off. I now caressed his shoulder and arm slowly as I allowed myself to gaze at the beauty of his slender body. It was much as I remembered it, although it seemed that his slim chest was developing a little thickness and his abs were quite a bit more defined. Gino’s good work, I reflected. “Are you happy with your life here at Young Lovers?” The boy nodded. “It is good here. This is the first time I ever had a guest that did not like me.” My caressing hand moved over his shoulder and down over his budding chest muscles. I trailed my fingertips over a nipple. “He is a fool.” Antonio looked down at the bed shyly. “Do all your guests speak Spanish? Except for this one?” “Some of them. Most speak a little. Enough, you know . . .” “Are you learning a lot about sex?” The boy’s smile widened a bit. “Yes Mike. And I always think to myself . . . ” He paused, looking awkward, but still smiling crookedly. “Yes?” “I think about the time when — when you taught me. When you were my sex teacher.” “Yes. I think about it too sometimes. That was a good night.” We made love for a moment with our silent gazes. I added, “That night was good, except for one thing.” I smiled knowingly at him. After a second he realized what I was talking about, and blushed. I waited. He finally murmured, “Things are different now.” “Yes. There is nothing to stop us from doing anything we want,” I said. “Anything.” He gazed at me, half a proud young man, half still a shy boy. “No, nothing to stop us,” he agreed softly. I let that sit there a minute. I could see where this was going, and I wanted it to develop slowly, naturally, lovingly. “When I was your sex teacher, I took the lead,” I finally said. “And when you have a guest, he tells you what to do, and you have to follow. But I want today to be different. What do you want to do? Right now?” The boy was silent, waiting. But I was determined he would make the first move. Finally he slowly leaned forward and, gently placing a hand on my arm, brought his lips to mine. I felt a wave of tenderness pass through me as his soft lips touched mine. I nibbled him a little and he nibbled back. He then pulled me toward him, and I folded him into my embrace. As we kissed more aggressively I felt the rigid heat of his swelling cock against my hip. Sucking gently on his tongue, I drew one finger slowly over one shoulder blade, down onto his spine, then ever so slowly down over each vertebra, bump by bump, until I reached his tailbone. Then I splayed my fingers out and gripped his butt cheek hard. His little cheek tensed and he gave a soft groan into my mouth. I pressed his hips hard against me as I kissed him with more vigor, and he responded by clutching my shoulders firmly against him. We were pressed tightly together then from face to knees. It was almost as if we were trying to get inside each other. Eventually I released my hold on him, and we broke our kiss. I lay back on the pillow. He propped himself up on one elbow. We gazed at each other. “What now?” I asked. “Will you . . . will you do it to me?” I gazed at him in mock innocence. “Do what?” He smiled awkwardly. “You know,” he said softly. I caressed his face. “Is that what you want?” He blushed and looked away. “Yes.” I held his chin gently with one hand. “No need to be embarrassed, querido. Be proud.” He gazed at me, his eyes misty. “You have done it before,” I said. “Many times, no?” He shrugged slightly. “A few.” “How do you like it best?” He was silent. “I like it when — when I can look at you.” “You on top or me on top?” He shrugged. “What you want.” “No, no. What do you want?” He licked his lips, then surprised me. “Me on top.” “Excellent!” I cried. Then I waited. “Well?” The boy swallowed, realizing I was expecting him to take the lead. After a moment’s hesitation he slid down onto his belly konyaaltı eve gelen escort between my legs. He took my cock in his hand and gazed it, as if reacquainting himself. He looked up and made eye contact with me again, then began licking my cock like an ice cream cone. I smiled at him, caressed his cheek in appreciation, and lay back and closed my eyes. For the next few minutes I rode waves of pleasure as Antonio worked me over. It was hard not to feel a little pride in what a good cocksucker the boy had become. He lashed the underside of my cock with his tongue, drilled the tip of it into my urethral opening, trailed his tongue tip gently around the rim of my glans, and sucked three, then four, then five inches in with ferocious suction. A few minutes later he was jacking me off slowly, very firmly, his fist gripping me and pounding into my groin at the bottom of each downward thrust. After a few minutes of this he swallowed me again, bobbing up and down rapidly, all the while scraping a fingernail gently up the seam of my perineum behind my balls. Finally, caressing my balls carefully he slobbered all over the sides of my erection, getting it good and wet. When satisfied he rose up to his knees, his eyes on mine all the while. I gestured to him to come to me and I embraced him. “Oh, man, you are SO GOOD at that!” I exclaimed, hugging him. “Thank you,” he whispered sweetly in my ear. The boy sat up on his knees then, and scooted forward so that his butt was above my hips. I admired his slim but developing shoulders, his erect brown nipples, the emerging plates of his abdominal muscles — and, of course, his beautifully shaped erection, soaring outward and upward, its cumtube bulging erotically. He reached around behind him for my cock. As he sat back partway and nudged it between his cheeks, searching for a fit with his hole, we smiled into each other’s eyes. He found the spot and his warm little butt enveloped the head of my cock. He took a breath, then eased himself downward. As my cock began to penetrate him his eyes half closed, and I could feel him relax his muscles. Gently I arched upward, pressing into him. Antonio arched his back slightly, rotated his hips a little, and I could feel myself easing another centimeter or two in. He closed his eyes and caressed his own belly sensuously. I grabbed his cock and gave a firm squeeze. Just along the rim of his cockhead his foreskin lay neatly folded. With my thumb and two fingers I gently tugged it up over his glans, then back down, revealing his reddened cockhead. “Ahhh,” he breathed. I kept this up for another minute, but my craving to finally be inside him soon became too much. I gripped his hips and gathered myself. In response he drew a breath and then began to force himself downward more firmly. At the the same moment I surged upwards and my head popped into him all the way. “Ah, yeah!” I gasped. “Mmmmmm,” came the reply. Then he looked me and smiled. “Good?” he asked in English. I grinned back. “Very good,” I replied, also in English. “You are such a sexy boy! You know `sexy’?” He smiled and nodded, the rocked forward a little bit, and then eased back. In response I thrust again. Working together smoothly, taking our time, murmuring and gasping occasional words of affection and pleasure, we slowly joined our bodies together. It took several minutes before I finally felt Antonio’s warm butt settled against my hips, his rectum squeezing my entire cock in its grip. I gently stroked his fiery 6 1/2 inches as his eyes melted into mine. Slowly laying his belly down on mine he reached his lips forward for a kiss. I had to strain my neck forward to reach him but I was glad to do it, as I licked and sucked on his pliant lips. At the same moment I cupped his butt in my hands and pressed my cock more firmly into him. With a soft grunt he sat up, rose up on his knees so that he pulled halfway off me, and then slowly sat back down with a gasp. Then he rose up again, and this time, as he sat back down, I thrust up firmly into him. “Yah!” he cried. “OK?” I asked. He opened his eyes halfway and gazed at me with a lazy half-smile. In answer he rose up again and sat firmly back down. As I thrust up into him this time he just smiled softly. What a sweet, sweet boy, I said to myself. After a few minutes of increasingly forceful thrusting against each other the boy stopped, leaned forward and placed his hands on my shoulders. “You on top now,” he said. “You sure?” He nodded, then rose to his knees and pulled off me entirely. In a moment he was settled on his back, and I slowly pushed his knees up to his chest. I looked at him questioningly, and he smiled and nodded briefly. That was all I needed. Antonio grabbed his shins and pulled his knees farther forward and out. Knee walking forward I moved into position and gently stroked the boy’s hole with one finger. “Still looks pretty tight,” I said. “We need some lube.” A little frown came over his face. I looked at him questioningly. “No?” “It’s OK.” I was realizing that, in a manner typical of many Latins I had known, Antonio seemed uncomfortable giving me a direct “no” about anything. “Is it better for you without lube?” His face cleared, and he gave a little nod. Maybe Antonio has been getting fucked more times than “a few,” I reflected. I nosed my damp cock into place against him. “Ready?” He smiled and nodded. I leaned forward, gripped his slender shoulder with one hand, and began pressing. Antonio drew a deep breath, exhaled, and I immediately felt him opening up a little. I stopped, gathered myself, and pressed again, and was able to lodge most of my cockhead in him as he gave a little grunt. Two more times and suddenly his outer ring yielded completely. “Mmmm,” I murmured. He gasped but smiled up at me. “No pain?” I asked. “No pain, Mike. It’s good.” I was about to press deeper into the boy when I gave a little start, hearing the apartment door open. I looked over my shoulder and in a second Johnny’s face peered into the bedroom. He lit up with a little grin when he saw what was happening. His face disappeared, the door closed, and there came murmured voices, I assumed his and Joon’s. I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing, and as I thrust a little deeper into Antonio I heard the front door slam. Yes, it was Joon. Unwilling to be distracted by whatever jealousy my boy was feeling, I focused on the sweet, open face of Antonio beneath me. “Is — is it OK?” he asked, his eyes flicking to the closed bedroom door. “It’s OK. They’ll come back later.” I gave him a reassuring smile and a caress of his cheek. Then I drew an inch out and then thrust in more deeply. The boy’s eyes closed and he muttered something in Spanish I didn’t catch. “Hm?” I asked, pulling back again. The boy smiled. “Mas.” “Mas fuerte?” He smiled and nodded that he did want it “stronger.” That was all I needed to hear. I withdrew nearly all the way out and then carefully but firmly I drove back into the boy almost completely. “Yahhhh,” he gasped, eyes closed, arching up toward me as if to pull every centimeter of me into himself.. I clasped the boy behind the knees then, my hands on top of his, and forced his knees downward and outward farther. Then I pulled back and, more quickly this time, drove into his body all the way. “AH!” I heard myself crying at the intense pleasure of his clutching guts. He may have become very used to having a man’s cock inside him but his ass muscles gripped me like a fist. I kissed his closed eyelids and he smiled gently. “It’s good, Mike.” Time to switch gears. I pulled out more quickly now and began fucking the boy faster and harder, and Antonio was right with me on every thrust. The room was warm and I could feel sweat beginning to form on my brow and trickle down my ribs. As I pounded him harder the sound of “slap! slap! slap!:” filled the room, along with Antonio’s soft “yah! yah! yah!” The pleasure was becoming intense. I couldn’t believe how tight the boy was, gripping me so hard I had to pull backward with real effort, and every push forward brought me closer to ecstasy. Antonio’s eyes were squeezed closed now, and he hissed loudly between clenched teeth as I rammed him. His beautiful cock bobbed with every thrust, the shaft engorged and shiny with sweat, the glans now fully emerged from its foreskin and glistening with precum. I grabbed his cock with one hand and slid my thumb and two fingers upward so they gripped his foreskin. Then, I began with every thrust to caress the head of his penis with the delicate, tissue paper skin that slid so easily up and down. After a few moments of this his eyes opened wide, his eyebrows shot upward in surprise, his mouth dropped open a bit, and his body went rigid. Realizing he was close to cumming I withdrew my cock almost completely, paused, and then thrust hard into him all the way, while squeezing his swelling glans with his foreskin as fast and roughly as I could. “WAAAAAH!” the boy cried, arching up from the bed as I withdrew, twisting his body, eyes squeezed shut, hands clawing at the mattress. “YAAAHHHH!” Grabbing his hips I jerked him roughly up onto his shoulders, then braced myself against the headboard and began pounding almost straight down into the boy, using my other hand to continue to pinch and rub and torture his sticky, silken foreskin. “Umph-Umph-Umph” he cried rapidly, his face now twisted into a rictus of pleasure, a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. My own pleasure rose higher and higher at the the ecstasy in his face, the squeezing of his boy rectum on my cock, the power in my body as I slammed into him again and again and again. My teeth gritted, my body dripping now with sweat, my fist now gripping and twisting his cock, my own orgasm building, hovering, hovering . . . Suddenly the boy shrieked and began cumming. I slowed my thrusting for a moment, gripped his hot, surging stalk firmly and jacked him as he came. The boy threw his head this way and that, almost whimpering in his ecstatic pleasure as silver shot onto his narrow belly, streaked his fine chest, and even spattered onto one sinewy arm as it pounded the mattress spastically. While his flaming erection still pumped more cum onto his chest I bent him almost double and then pounded his body mercilessly, willingly myself to hold off, hold off, keep screwing this sweet boy until finally . . . “OH FUCK!!!! OOH FUCK!! YAHHH!” I screamed as I blasted my cum into his body. “YAAHH! YEAH, BABY! YOU FEEL THAT? TAKE IT, BABY!! It seems that my orgasm want on and on, as I strained to get every last millimeter of my cock into him, every last drop of my juice. “YAAHH!! AHHH!! AHHH!” His body squirmed and wriggled under me, as if urging me on. I kept slamming into him, seeing stars, my cum spent, yet still going, my climax overwhelming. Finally I collapsed onto him, spent at last. My cock popped out of him as I lay flat on him for a second. Sticky and warm, he panted beneath me. I rolled to the side and onto my back, gasping for breath, wet with sweat. We lay there side by side for a minute, and then I felt the boy’s hand searching for mine. Our fingers intertwined then. We rolled toward each other almost as one. I gazed at his face. His hair was awry, his face red and sweaty, his lower lip swollen a bit in one spot where he had apparently bitten it in his passion. His eyes fell into mine, undefended. I caressed him. “You are a beautiful boy,” I murmured. For once he didn’t deflect my compliment. Instead he said, “You are beautiful too.” We were both too hot and sticky but we embraced anyway, and held each other a long time, caressing each other. Then came the boy’s whisper in my ear. “Por fin,” he said softly. At last.

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