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Subject: “Young Lovers,” Chapter 46 Chapter 46 The gathering that afternoon at the big field was probably the largest group of people I’d seen at any one time since I’d arrived on the island, what seemed like a century ago. At one time Marco had told me the island had the capacity for 26 guests, and it looked like at least that many were there, not to mention a half dozen staff members and so many boys I couldn’t count them all. All were here for the grand finale of Olympics week, either to watch or participate Running through my memories of all the boys I’d known at Young Lovers and looking around for them I didn’t notice a single one missing, and it seemed like all the boys had donned their sexiest, skimpiest clothes for the occasion. I saw Ace and Dwayne goofing around playing tag. Alric and Kip were there surrounded by several men who didn’t seem to be able to take their eyes off the two luscious boys. Parker and Ronny were already naked and in animated conversation nearby, Parker gesticulating wildly as he talked and Ronny listening, an amused look on his good-natured face. Byron stood with Omar surveying the scene. Antonio was there with a man who had one arm thrown possessively over his shoulder. Donte and Nilai were beginning to disrobe as they talked. A tall handsome guest with a serious mein was bending Ian’s ear as the boy looked off in the distance, appearing to ignore him. I had passed by Zach as I approached, and the boy seemed not to see me. Or maybe he was ignoring me too. And of course Johnny and Joe were there, and Joon as well, despite his expressed contempt for the whole thing the night before. I noticed Jack and Rondol standing nearby, and I never passed up a chance to joke with the adorable Jack. “Hey there, hotties!” I greeted them. Jack beamed at me and gave me a big hug. Then I embraced Rondol too, who seemed momentarily startled at my affection. “I thought you said there was no way you could win this contest!” I said to Jack. “There isn’t! But they still want me to do it!” “How about you?” I asked Rondol. “Are you good at holding back?” “I’m not in it. I’m just here to watch. They only let 26 boys in, `cause that’s how many guests there are.” “But if you were in it? How’s your self-control? You’ve never given me a chance to find out, you know!” Rondol smiled his dimpled smile. “Maybe someday.” “Well, that sounds disappointingly polite and vague! Come on, Jack, you can tell me. He’s your best friend. How’s his cum control? Jack giggled. “I dunno. We don’t do it!” “What? I can’t believe that. You guys are right next to each other in the dorm and you’re telling me you both resist the temptation of a gorgeous boy right beside you? No way! You’re just keeping it secret!” “Our guests wear us out!” Rondol protested with a rueful little laugh. “Well, someday you guys have to come to my place and have a little cum control contest of your own!” “Yeah?” asked Jack mischievously. “What will the prize be for the winner?” In answer I pulled the boy to me and ground my hips against his ass. Jack playfully hunched his hips back at me. I gave a laugh, put my arms around him and gave him a big hug. “They’re getting ready to start,” announced Rondol. Was he sounding just a tiny bit annoyed? Jack stepped away from me and began to disrobe, tugging off his tight-fitting sleeveless T-shirt. I put my hand on Rondol’s shoulder and looked deep into his eyes. “And if you beat Jack in my cum control contest, I would really enjoy making love to you, Rondol.” The boy blinked and met my gaze. I sighed. “Man, I could get lost in those blue eyes.” The boy smiled. “I bet you hear that from lots of guys,” I said. He gave a little snicker. “With Jack it’s his cock that gets `em. With me I guess it’s my eyes.” “If I remember right your cock’s pretty nice too!” He shrugged. “It’s like half the size of his!” “Shhht, it’s bigger than that when it’s hard!” exclaimed Jack, stepping out of his sky blue bikini underwear and kicking it aside. “See!” I cried, a bit distracted by the amazing club swinging between Jack’s slender thighs. “I knew you guys fooled around with each other!” Jack tossed me another grin over his shoulder and headed over to where a large circle of boys was forming. Rondol and I watched him go. “God he has a cute ass!” I exclaimed. Rondol said nothing, and I turned and looked at his frowning, troubled face. “Of course, he has a cute everything,” I said softly. I paused. “Maybe it’s not always so easy to be friends with the hottest AND most lovable boy on the whole island.” Rondol glanced at me sharply, and I gave him a neck squeeze and a smile. “You’re pretty damned hot yourself, you know. And I think maybe, if you opened up a little bit, you might be pretty damned lovable too.” I gave him a meaningful look, another squeeze as his eyes held mine, and then headed over to where Will was starting to bellow instructions through his bullhorn. I had taken my best shot with Rondol, and it probably wouldn’t go anywhere, but . . . you never knew! As I approached I noticed that each of the boys forming the circle had a number on a large sign hanging around his neck, adorning his otherwise nude body. Apparently this final “event” was something all the guests — and not a few of the boys — had been looking forward to all week. And I could see why — it seemed hot as hell to me, and a lot of fun too. First the men would bet on who would be the grand prize winner — the last boy to keep from cumming. Already several staff members were collecting wagers from the crowd. Then the guests would each draw a number out a basket. Once the boys had formed a circle facing outward, each man was to kneel in front of the boy whose number he had randomly drawn. When Will gave the signal each guy would have two minutes to try to make the boy in front of him cum. He could suck him, jack him, rim him, or even fuck him — whatever he thought might work. Once two minutes were up the boys would rotate one man to their right and the new guy would have another two minutes to take his shot at the boy. The contest would continue as one boy after another finally gave up his load. Whatever man had brought a boy over the top would not only get a mouthful or fistful of creamy cum, he would win that boy for the night. Once the next-to-last boy had cum, the contest was over. The victorious boy won a cash prize and whoever had bet the most on him as the last boy standing would win him for two more free nights at the resort. “Some of you boys might have heard that the grand prize is pretty substantial!” cried Will to the assembled multitudes. “Now, it’s true that a lot of you boys have been doing pretty well financially at Young Lovers lately, thanks in part to the generosity of some of the men here today! So maybe you’re not really THAT interested in our prize. Still, I’m guessing a few of you might be at least a LITTLE bit interested in winning . . . are you ready . . . TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!” This announcement was meant with excited exclamations. “OH, sounds like some of you ARE interested! OK, OK, then let’s get started and see how you do! It looks like the last wagers are just now being placed . . . any more? Don’t be shy, girls — this is your last chance in the whole Olympics week to be the big winner! After tonight it’s back to your boring boyfriends or husbands back home, right? Or worse yet, wives! Oh Gawd!” Will’s joshing was met with guffaws and catcalls from the guests who were beginning to kneel in front of their chosen boys, who one by one tossed aside their signs and stood in the tropical sun in all their beauty. My eyes scanned the teens. Near me was Donte, and I enjoyed seeing the confidence with which he grinned as he gripped the sides of the man’s head who knelt before him and made some little joke. His pecs were now slightly curved to luscious perfection, and my mouth went dry as I saw, even from fifteen feet away, two sexy blue veins plunging from his newly defined abs down to his groin. Next to him was Alric, smiling down at his guest who was already caressing his ass. This caught Will’s attention. “No touching the boys until the starting gun goes off!” he admonished, wagging his finger. “There’ll be plenty of touching very soon!” Next to Alric was a boy I didn’t know and then Ian, who gazed silently down at the man in front of him. I noticed his big cock was getting hard and elevating already. It figures, I thought to myself. It turns His Majesty on when his subjects kneel before him. The last boy I could see clearly as the circle curved away from me was a boy I didn’t know but had certainly seen around. He was a little Latino kid with short, buzzed hair, dark skin, and quite a set of cock and balls on him for someone who couldn’t have been more than thirteen. He licked his lips and gazed konya escort around him, trying not to look self-conscious. Looking across the circle I could see Byron’s ebony back, glowing already with a sheen of sweat in the morning heat, and another back I was pretty sure was Joe’s, judging from the broad shoulders and short stature. A ponytail I knew was Ace’s swayed on the boy on the other side of Byron, who was talking animatedly with a little guy standing next to him that I was pretty sure was Dwayne, just newly able to cum. “OK, everybody, I think I’ve explained the rules,” came Will’s voice. “You all know how it’s gonna go, right? Once you make a boy cum you can enjoy the moment but then the two of you gotta leave the circle. Make arrangements then with your boy for tonight — tell him your cabin number and give him a time to arrive. And,” Will added sternly, “we’ll have no arguments about whether a boy came or not — several staff will be circling you guys constantly and, trust me, after working here for awhile we’ve all gotten pretty good at knowing an orgasm when we see one. And hear it. So the decision of the judges is final. “Everybody looks to be in place now. Boys, hold back as long as you can — there’s ten thousand dollars waiting for you! Men, get that cum out of him any way you can and claim him as yours for tonight! The gun will go off every two minutes, so boys, no matter how good it’s feeling, you gotta move to your right immediately — if you take too long you’ll be disqualified. All right? “Here we go — ready . . . set . . . . . . . ” And then the gun went off. Immediately 26 men plunged their faces into the laps of 26 boys. I decided to make a slow revolution around the circle and watch the faces and bodies of the boys as they responded — or rather, tried not to respond — to the pleasure they were receiving. Some, like Donte, Dwayne and Ace, were gritting their teeth, biting their lips, and struggling right from the start. Others, like Antonio and Ian, sort of stared off into space, as if trying to disconnect themselves from the whole experience. Ronny had a fun-loving grin on his face as his guest gobbled him frantically; I winked at him as I passed by. A couple boys actually were saying stuff to the men who were blowing them, to distract them, maybe. Often I would hear grunting and gasping — sometimes from a guest, other times from a boy — and occasionally a wisecrack or two. Before I knew it the gun went off again. “OK boys, time to move!” yelled Will. “Time to find new homes for those little bitty dicks of yours! Men, let that boy go, another one’s coming, even hotter than the last one!” All 26 boys had survived the first round still full of sperm, and all nearly made it out of the second round, except for one kid I didn’t know named Jomar, a tall thin Filipino kid who blew his load just seconds before the round ended. He and his guest withdrew from the circle after his guest had gotten his fill of boycum. As the third round began a couple of the guests were getting more creative. Antonio’s guy had the boy lying on his back on the grass and was rimming him for dear life while furiously jacking his cock, while another had a very young black kid down on all fours, starting to push his cock into the boy’s luscious little ass. After about a minute I heard a familiar voice cry out. “YAAAAAH!! AHHH! AHHH! AHH!!!!!” True to his prediction — “I got no self-control” — Jack had lost it and was pounding a man’s face with his rapidly hunching little hips as he shot cum down the man’s throat. I grinned as I admired the complete, ecstatic abandon with which Jack surrendered to sexual pleasure, his hair flying, his eyes squeezed shut, the skin of his chest and shoulders flushing pink as he gave himself utterly to his orgasm. No sooner had Jack finished than two more boys also came, Ace and the muscular kid named Troy who had been Crush’s taekwando victim earlier in the week. They and their guests were just withdrawing from the circle when the gun went off ending the third round. “Let’s move on to boy number four, guys!” called Will. “Still 22 contestants left — we have only just begun to suck!” Round after round went on, with voracious men gobbling the goodies of boy after boy until, one after the other, the teens lost control. After awhile there were only four boys and men left: one kid I didn’t know, plus Byron, Joe and Alric. All the rest lay sprawled out on the grass, enjoying the remaining spectacle and, of course, calling out comments, helpful and otherwise. “That’ll never do it — you gotta work his balls too!” “Byron, you’re in him so deep he’s gonna digest that thing!” “Oh Honey, do it!” “Man, you’re workin’ WAY too hard! Look at that motherfucker suck!” “Go Freidrich — this is how we do it Germany, you know!” The gun went off again and so the boys rotated again, each of them with a reddened cock swinging in front of him dripping saliva or cock slime, or both. Byron was right in front of me now and almost as soon as the new round began I saw the man kneeling before him crush his balls as he deep throated him. With his surprisingly shrill shriek Byron raised up on his toes and began shooting. Three more to go. Not thirty seconds later the other kid, an older white boy with purple hair and a pierced nipple, gave a sudden yell, as if surprised. “OH!” With that he tried to pull out of the mouth of the man who knelt in front of him in order to stop his ejaculation, but it was too late. A thick white rope bolted from the end of his cock as the man began whipping it with his fist, giving a cry of triumph as he did so. I guessed to some of these guests it was kind of a badge of honor to break a kid down who all the other guys had failed to excite past the point of no return. I turned my attention now to little Joe, who was manfully hanging in there, puffing and panting, grimacing and gasping, until finally the gun went off ending the round and he had a few seconds of relief. I really hoped the little guy was going to win — he had tried so hard to prepare the night before. His competition now was Alric, and though I really liked the guy, there was something about the twin’s calm, self-possessed nature that made me think that he didn’t need this victory nearly as much as Joe did. But Joe’s new guy had a trick up his sleeve. No sooner did Joe step in front of him that he shucked his own shorts, pulled Joe down into the ground, knelt over the boy and quickly impaled himself completely on Joe’s rigid rod. “Oh yeah!” he cried, and began bouncing up and down at a furious pace. I couldn’t see Joe’s face to tell how he was reacting, but I noticed his hands scrabbling at the grass, at the man’s hips, then banging the ground, and I knew it would be over very soon. And in a moment, doing what he loved the most, Joe had cum. Will immediately was at Alric’s side, raising his hand high in the air. Alric smiled gamely in reply to the cheers of the spectators, as the man who had failed to bring him off got up and joined his friend on the sidelines, shaking his head ruefully. Alric’s pinkish-red shaft was so wet and swollen it glistened in the sun, straining upward as if imploring someone, anyone to bring relief. In a minute the winner of the wagering was announced, and Alric was soon deep in conversation with a large, balding black man, who had thrown an arm as big as my leg over the boy’s shoulders. I had the feeling Alric was going to get more than one big prize for his victory. I sensed someone to my left, and was delighted to see Kip standing next to me. “Hey!” I cried, extending my fist for a bump. He embraced me instead. “So, Alric was the big winner!” I exclaimed. “Surprised at the result?” Kip grinned at me. “Nope. We both can hold back pretty good when we want to.” “How come you weren’t in the contest? If Alric was hot enough to make the cut you should have too.” He shook his head. “We don’t really like competing against each other. We just tossed a coin and he won.” “Was Marco happy about you sitting it out?” Kip grinned again and shrugged. “He knows how we are.” I smiled at him, wondering if that was the key to a lot of Marco’s success. Knowing how people are. “I wonder what Alric’ll do with the prize money,” I mused. “Prob’ly give most of it away,” Kip replied nonchalantly. I stared at him. “You’re kidding!” Kip gave a little chuckle. “Just wanted to say hi. Gotta go.” He then departed with a wave. “You know how we are!” he called over his shoulder. ************************** “So the biggest week of the year is over!” I said to Evan as he and I coincided heading back toward the other end of the resort with all the others after the grand finale had ended. “Yep. But another big one coming up for me. Two, in fact.” “What’s happening the next two weeks?” konyaaltı escort “What’s happening is we’ll be short-handed because Marco’s leaving on vacation. I’ll have to pick up a ton of stuff he does plus do my own job as well. He’s out of here tomorrow at noon.” “Mm.” We walked on in silence. A thought struck me. “Anything I can do to help? Right now I’m just sitting on my ass waiting on North Korea. Might as well make myself useful.” “No therapy appointments?” I chuckled. “Nope. Joon’s behaving himself as well as he can, considering. Parker and Donte are apparently smashing successes as young lovers. Jack’s back to his old sunny self. Seems like a couple others I won’t mention are doing OK too. So I guess none of my clients need me anymore!” Evan reflected a moment. “Well, listen, I don’t think Marco would be too comfortable with you trying to do the matches. You know, deciding what man gets what boy. I’ll handle that — he and I have worked together on that some, and I kinda know what he looks for. But maybe you could help me with some preliminary screening.” “Yeah? Like, looking at pictures that the prospects send you?” “Well, it’s usually video nowadays, but yeah. We’re just getting inundated lately. Yesterday we had nearly fifty — in just one day!” “Lotsa boys out there looking to get fucked!” “Looking to make money, mainly. Anyway, I’d say 80 percent of them I can look at for ten seconds and eliminate, but the rest take me some time. I go back and forth with them, getting them to send additional video, getting personal information, answering their questions, sometimes dealing with their parents, that sort of thing, so I can make a judgment call. Anyway, I’m sure you’d have no trouble eliminating the clearly unqualified ones. You’d just kick out the obvious rejects. The ones that you think have any chance at all, you’ll put in a separate file for me to look at. Whaddya think?” “Might be interesting. It might be kind of hard to reject a kid though.” The difference of opinion he and I had had over Parker flashed through my mind, but since the expert had wound up being wrong I didn’t mention it. “Well, you won’t have the chance to get to know them, so you wont be tempted to start therapy.” Evan gave a little snicker. “When they bat their eyes at you on a screen it’s just not the same as in person. Anyway, there’s a standard rejection note we use. You just cut, paste and send it — no emotional involvement!” “When do I start?” “I’ll run it by Marco to make sure he’s OK with it. Actually, he may want to talk to Martin too. Meet me at lunch tomorrow and I should know by then.” “I–OOOF!” I was suddenly hit from behind by a flying, laughing body, and as I recovered my balance I realized from the shriek of laughter and the strength of the grip around my shoulders that it was Johnny. “You trying to kill me, you monkey?” I cried, trying to stay upright as he wrapped his legs around my waist. “You’re getting too fat for me to carry you!” “I’n not fat!” he laughed. “You jus’ ol’!” With that he suddenly dropped off me and began chattering to Joe, who had trotted up beside us. “Hey, man, sorry you lost!” I greeted Joe. “But you did a hell of a job. Second place, out of all those guys! I was impressed!” “I still didn’t win, though,” the boy stated with a shrug. I was glad to see he didn’t seem too down about it. “I was out there and I saw how well you did,” said Evan. “I don’t think anyone as young as you has ever done that well. Usually the young guys can’t hold it — it’s almost always just older guys left the last few rounds.” “Prob’ly by next year you win,” opined Johnny. “Yeah, but Alric’ll prob’ly still be here,” replied Joe. He wasn’t ready to let go of the recent contest. “I was doing good too when guys were sucking me! I coulda kept holding out. But that guy s’prised me. I wasn’t ready for it.” “You just need more practice holding off on cumming when you’re screwing,” I advised. “Maybe I could help with that! Maybe if you came by and we did it, like, every night for the next year . . . ” Joe actually scanned my face to see if I was serious, and I gave him a leering grin. He grinned shyly back. “But seriously Joe, you should practice with your guest tonight!” I said. “Show him he can’t make you cum if you don’t want to! See if you can hold off when you put your cock in him again. Of course . . . ” I reached down and patted his rear end, ” . . . considering how cute this butt is, maybe it’ll be the other way around!” No sooner had I said that than Johnny grabbed Joe’s shorts with both hands and pulled them down, exposing the very butt I was just extolling, and then he took off, laughing with glee. Joe began chasing after him once he’d hastily pulled his shorts back up. “Never a dull moment with Johnny around,” I chuckled as Evan and I resumed our walk to the cafeteria. “You know, we almost didn’t take him,” Evan commented. “Really?” “Yeah. He didn’t seem to speak English and looked so weird — we didn’t know who we’d pair him with. Marco was a no vote. I thought he was interesting enough to take a flyer on. I never underestimate what Butch can do. I said just do a short-term contract, so we could cut our losses if needed. It was actually Martin who decided.” “Martin? Dos he get involved in, uh, talent acquisition?” “Not usually. But he got word that we had a chance to get this strange-looking Korean kid who had been at Asia Boys at one time. He decided he wanted to see if we could somehow find out more about their operation through him.” “Well, that worked out. Thanks to Joon.” “Yeah. Shit makes good fertilizer.” We exchanged good-natured glares and parted, Evan to dinner and me to a late afternoon shower. ************************ After the sustained excitement of the week it was unusually quiet in the apartment that evening. The kids who sometimes hung around — Byron, Joe, Parker — were now all off with the guests who had succeeded in making them cum that afternoon. Even Joon was gone to the gym. It was just Johnny and me. And after all the day’s sexual excitement, which I could only watch, I was super horny. I was sitting on the couch “working” on my laptop while Johnny lay stark naked with his head on my lap, wedged awkwardly against the computer, watching a movie. My attention was jumping around constantly, from boring emails to so-so porn, from political news to some stupid animal videos. And, every once in awhile, to Johnny’s long, thick cock, hanging over one thigh almost to the seat of the couch. I had decided I wasn’t going to initiate anything sexual with Johnny that night. I could tell he was in a strange, down mood, and I had learned that when he got like that he needed to feel safe, not sexy. Every once in awhile, clicking from screen to screen, I’d trail my fingers through his long hair or caress his neck or shoulder, hoping he felt reassured and secure. Johnny was often a fidgeter but he lay very quiet that night. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he asked, “Mike, will I be cumming, ever?” The wistful tone of his question was heartbreaking. I stroked his arm. “I don’t know, sweetie. We still haven’t heard back from Dr. Collins about those tests he did.” He was silent. “Did it feel sad to see those guys in the contest today, and everybody could cum except you?” He nodded, his head still against my hip. I reflected — how to handle this? “You know one thing I noticed, though? Parker can cum, but he still doesn’t have any real friends. There’s a boy out there, Zach, who can cum. But his heart hurts all the time because he misses his lover, who might not ever come back. Dwayne and Joe can cum, but they aren’t always that good in school.” The boy looked up at me, blinking, trying to comprehend. “Everybody has their problems, Johnny. Even Byron. And Joon too. Byron’s a great athlete with a hot body, but he holds all his feelings inside, so he doesn’t really get close to anybody. Joon’s super smart, but he’s mad inside a lot, plus he’s skinny and he’ll never have beautiful muscles like you. Now, your problem is, you can’t cum. OK, that makes you sad sometimes. But you’re Joon’s special boy, you’re smart in school, and everybody who meets you loves you.” I caressed his hair. He gave me his trembly little smile. “So maybe things aren’t so bad, hmm?” Tears were in Johnny’s eyes as he stared up at me. Then he scrambled up and planted a big kiss on my lips and hugged me hard. I held him right back for a long time. Eventually we relaxed our holds on each other and just sat, cuddling, saying nothing. Somehow my horniness, though still there, didn’t matter so much anymore. After a minute the door suddenly swung open and Joon came in, dressed only in gym shorts and flip flops, his body running with sweat. He konyaaltı eve gelen escort gave us a perfunctory nod and headed for the shower. “Go ahead and join him in the shower,” I whispered to Johnny. “I’m going out for awhile.” Johnny kissed me again, and then, beaming a big smile, he said, “Know what?” “What?” “I’n gonna be Parker’s frien’. His real frien’.” I hugged him then, moved as I often was by the boy’s loving heart. “You’re such a good boy, Johnny. I’m so glad you live with me.” *************************** For awhile I had wandered aimlessly in the tropical night, but eventually I found myself drawn by the soft hiss of the sea down the little trail to the beach. The moon was nearly full and shone eerily on the water. A soft, pleasant breeze blew in my face as I gazed at the small waves lapping the shore. Tossing my flip flops aside I waded into the water just above my ankles, and began walking slowly along, feeling the gritty sand squish between my toes. I wasn’t really thinking about anything. Johnny drifted in and out of my mind. Evan. A couple of folks back home. And Joon. “Hey!” I heard a voice call. Scanning some boulders up ahead I noticed a dark, solitary figure seated on a small rock. I waved and approached, wondering who it was. “It’s you again!” I recognized Kip’s voice. The moon shone on his cute face and glistened in his hair as it fell to his shoulders. What was he doing here? Maybe at loose ends, like me, with his twin busy with the guest who had won him. “Twice in one day! Guess it’s my lucky day,” I smiled, standing close to him now. “What are you doing here?” “Enjoying the night. I was maybe gonna jack off. But now you’re here.” We gazed at each other in silence. Then the boy reached out, placed a hand gently on my arm, leaned forward, and kissed me. We broke the tender kiss and gazed long at each other again. I wondered what was happening. Kip slid off the rock, slipped out of his T-shirt, unzipped his shorts and tossed them aside and stood before me, naked and rapidly erecting. Without hesitation I tossed my clothes aside as well. Kip dropped to his knees and pulled me down with him. He pushed on my shoulders so I lay flat in the damp sand. Then, kneeling before me, he reached for my knees and bent my legs back. He was going to fuck me. I hadn’t realized it until that moment, but that was exactly what I wanted that night. What I needed. To feel the power of a beautiful boy surging into me, filling me up. His eyes locked on mine and he gave a little smile. “I haven’t had an orgasm all day!” “I haven’t either. And I’ve been so horny! As you can see!” He glanced down at the erection springing up from my groin and grinned. “I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather have cum inside me right now,” I added. Our eyes locked again and then he kissed me, but not gently this time, not tenderly, but fiercely, sucking and gnawing on my lips forcefully. I grabbed him behind the neck and pulled him hard against me. “I want it rough, man,” I gasped into his ear. “I can tell,” he gasped back, and grabbing my head in one hand he continued to work my mouth feverishly with his own. I felt his fingers searching for my asshole. I grabbed his wrist and helped him find the spot. He pushed my thighs farther apart and ducked down, and in a moment I felt a tongue snaking and swirling against my hole, getting it nice and slippery. After a wild minute of that I cried, “Lemme get you wet! I want that big thing in my mouth!” Kip straightened up, knee walked next to my shoulders and obediently leaned over me. I grabbed his hot, arching organ and rammed the head of it into my mouth. Sticky and smelling of boy sweat, warm and spongy and alive, it was intoxicating. I couldn’t stop sucking and nibbling and licking at it, loving its resilient hardness as I squeezed it in my fist. I pounded it against the roof of my mouth, then plunged it repeatedly to the back of my throat. “Oh yeah, yeah!” gasped the boy. I grabbed both of his little butt cheeks and felt them turn to stone as he thrust down my throat over and over and over. Finally I pulled off of him and grabbed the bottom four inches of his cock in my fist again while lashing the top four or five with my tongue, trying to get it as wet as possible. Finally I flopped down on my back. “I can’t wait any longer, Kip! I want you in me!” “Gonna fill you up, man!” Kip cried, repositioning himself between my legs. I pulled my knees back by my ears, and he found my hole again and then nosed around with his cockhead. Finding the spot he straightened up, held me behind my knees and began carefully pushing. “Come on, ram that monster in! ” I cried impatiently. I made eye contact with him and gave a little grin. “What, the god of love doesn’t like it rough?” Kip stopped and gazed at me. “As long as it feels like love, he likes it all ways,” he replied matter-of-factly. Then he resettled his knees in the sand, gripped my thighs more firmly, and began pressing. It took no effort at all for me to open up for him, and in just a few seconds I felt him deeply inside me. “Ah, yeah,” we both exclaimed at once. At this we grinned at each other. Then Kip began to slowly, gracefully move out, then in, then out, then in, going a little deeper each time, pulling out a little farther each time. There was no adjustment for me to make, even though his cock was unusually large. It felt great right from his first thrust. I watched his beautiful face, minute after minute. Peacefulness was replaced after a moment by eagerness. Then, minutes later, desire pinched his mouth and furrowed his brow. Then suddenly, there was urgency, as his eyes opened wide, his lips parted as he licked them again and again. He gritted his teeth, pounding me now hard and fast. For some reason my attention drifted away from him then, and it went instead to the night sky above us, blanketed with stars. My eyes were drawn to the cold, lustrous moon, staring down at us, two animals mating on an empty shore. I could feel its pull at the same time that I felt Kip’s cock massaging my guts. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” he gasped, moving more desperately now, clamping my legs hard, his feet scrabbling for purchase in the sand. “I want it, baby, I want it!” I grunted. “Give me your boy juice, Kip!” I caressed his sweaty back as he hunched and squirmed. “Ah, fuck!” he gasped, pounding me even harder. “Your cock feels so good! It’s so fucking huge!” Kip suddenly froze, his eyes open very wide. At first I thought it was that second right before orgasm, but then I realized he was stopping so he wouldn’t cum. In a moment, he regained control and continued screwing me. “Oh man!” he gasped, ramming his cock into me harder than ever. “Fill me up, baby! Oh yeah!” Suddenly, on impulse, I reached up, grabbed him around the neck, and pulled him to me for a violent kiss. That did it. “Mmmpp!! Mmmmmph!!?? MmmmMMMMMM!!??” his gasps rose like a question as he rammed into me like lightning, and then suddenly– “YAH!!!!!!” he yowled up to the night sky. “OH FUCK!!!!” With that he began cumming. Again and again he pounded me, spraying his boycum into my guts. “Yeah baby, yeah,” I urged him. “OH! OH! OH God!” Clutching me to him spasmodically he writhed and gasped, his sinewy, sweaty chest flexing against mine. He finally collapsed onto me, and I immediately rolled him off me, pushed him onto his back, and stuffed the hot steaming head of his still rigid cock into my mouth and began sucking. I couldn’t have cared less then whether or not I was totally clean — I had to have his semen in my mouth, his sperm in my guts, and I sucked hot creamy dribbles of fluid out of him. I nursed on his big organ like a baby on a bottle. Finally his cockhead began to lose its rigidity, and I let it slide slowly from my lips. I plunged my face into his groin and sucked one of his sweaty balls into my mouth and gently teased and rolled it around. I made my way slowly up his lean body then, kissing his groin, his belly, his navel. I licked his breastbone and chewed gently on his nipples, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. I pressed my lips together over his warm, sweaty chest, feeling the quick, steady beat of his heart. I raised his limp arm over his head and thrust my tongue into his sweaty armpit, then drew it across his collarbone, and brought it to his Adam’s apple, which moved as he swallowed. I kissed his jaw, his cheekbone, and his nose before settling my lips gently against his and inhaling his breath as he exhaled. Finally I rolled to one side and pulled him with me into an embrace, tucking my cheek against his. “Do you love me?” came unbidden from my own lips. “He loves you. That’s all.” “All that matters.” “Yeah.” After a minute he pulled back a little so he could meet my gaze. The moonlight shone in his eyes. “You didn’t cum,” he murmured. “No.” No, I hadn’t cum. But it was OK. I felt completely satisfied quietly lying there on that still, moonlit beach, just holding him. Holding a beautiful boy. Both of us possessed for a few fleeting moments by the god of love.

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