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Subject: “Young Lovers,” Chapter 31 Chapter 31 The weather had changed, as everyone had said it was about to. In late mornings now the sky would cloud up, the heat and humidity would at times seem almost unbearable, and then the rain would come. Sometimes it would last only a few minutes, other times an hour or two. It was always torrential. Over the next couple of weeks I made several more trips to the pool, looking for relief. I put in my time in the gym too, but in that weather sweating on an exercise bike just couldn’t compare to swimming laps in a refreshing pool. I usually made it a point of going after school got out. Most days the rain would have passed by then and the heat wasn’t usually as stifling. In addition to pleasant exercise in the cool water I of course wanted to relax by the pool and enjoy the frolicking, nearly nude teenage talent that always showed up there. Many of the boys would make an appearance from time to time, but there were a few regulars. One of them was Keoki. For awhile I told myself I was just going for the exercise, the relief from the heat and to enjoy scoping out whoever happened to show up. But after about the third visit I couldn’t deny it to myself — I was going for Keoki. It seemed that every day I saw him he became more beautiful. His little, snow-white teeth as he threw his head back in laughter. The fluid, unselfconscious movement of his milk chocolate limbs as he threw himself into the water or chased a friend around the pool deck. On the rare occasions when I glimpsed him up close, those impossibly long dark lashes that make me say he was not so much cute or handsome as beautiful. His small, clenching, flexing ass that enticed me through his wet clinging board shorts. He seemed to be the only boy on the island who wore those knee-length atrocities, I noticed. Every other boy wore eternally alluring speedos, courtesy of Mr. Brown. It was because Keoki wasn’t a fuckboy, of course; he could choose his swim suit to satisfy the demands of current adolescent fashion, not the lusts of boylovers. Still, he was so damned attractive that even the board shorts looked good on him. That was what allowed for the success of fashion models, I reflected. They’re so hot they can even sell ugly clothes! Keoki would always ignore me. But I knew he was aware of me. He always chose a spot not far from where I regularly lay from which to launch his wild, carefree leaps into the pool. Once I deliberately sat in a different spot than my usual one, and sure enough, Keoki came over to that end of the pool to do his frolicking. He would always laugh just a bit louder, call to his friends a bit more energetically, than a boy normally would. And every once in awhile, while standing at the pool’s edge bantering with a friend, he would lazily stretch his body in an exaggerated way, always bending backward while facing in my direction, shoving his hips forward as if in offering. Oh yes, he was aware of me. And whether he knew it or not he was offering his body to me. On one particular afternoon, after an exceptionally dramatic hip thrust in my general direction, I pondered: did he know what he was doing? And if so, if he realized he was showing off to me, was it just that he reveled in being admired? Or did he actually want to sexually excite me? And if so, did he actually want something to happen between us? And was that something sex? Or was he unconsciously using his allure, which I was sure he was well aware of, to draw me to him for something else — something emotional rather than sexual? Was Keoki aware of himself was a sexual being yet? I studied his body, as I had done several times before, of course. He had no hair on his legs or under his arms. Although his belly was flat there were no muscles showing. Although tall for a pre-pubescent his chest and arms showed none of the muscular budding that signals the testosterone surge which forces open the floodgates of puberty. His unselfconscious horseplay was more that of an immature boy than a teen beginning to mature. And yet — he knew I was gay. He knew I had called him handsome. He knew I was watching him. And he liked it. I got up from my lounge chair with nothing particular in mind and, ignoring Keoki, walked to the edge of the pool and dived in. I swam a couple of laps, maneuvering around a small knot of laughing boys in the process, and then clung to the edge of the pool and watched as Keoki cannonballed into the water near me with a whoop. I immediately pushed off the wall and into my next lap, calculating my speed and direction so I just happened to bump right into the boy as he surfaced. Treading water we both grinned at each other. “Hi Handsome!” I smiled. The boy didn’t even pretend to dislike my compliment on his allure, but just kept grinning. “Hi.” I held his eyes meaningfully. “When you get tired out come over and sit with me,” I invited. “I never get tired,” the boy boasted, still smiling his heartbreakingly beautiful smile. “Well then, come when you get thirsty. I’ve got soda.” Still grinning the boy launched himself away and began swimming to the edge of the pool. I assumed he was going to keep diving. But I was wrong. He pulled his dripping body out of the water and without hesitation padded over to where I’d been lying. Once there he opened my cooler, grabbed a drink, popped it open, and then lay down on my chaise, grinning from ear to ear, and began to drink, his legs casually crossed. Cheeky kid! My heart beating a little faster from more than exertion I followed him out of the pool and over to the chaise, shoved his feet aside with a grin and sat on the edge. “So this is your chair now?!” I challenged. “Yup!” he proclaimed. “We’ll see about that!” I suddenly began tickling him with both hands. The boy shrieked and writhed, shouting, “No! No!” and laughing hysterically. He tried to push me away with one foot, still squirming and laughing, but I shoved his leg aside easily and really went to town. The can of soda went flying as Keoki struggled harder. “OK, I give! I give!” he cried, clutching my wrists, gasping with laughter. “Not until you pay the price for disrespecting my chair!” “I didn’t — oof — I didn’t disrespect your chair–aaah!” The last word ended in a shriek as my assault continued. “You did! You put your smelly butt on it!” I stopped my tickling suddenly, and left my hands resting gently on his belly. “It’s not smelly!” he replied, pushing my hands away with a laugh. “Yes it is! Boys like you always have smelly butts!” “Well I don’t!” “Prove it to me!” I challenged, beginning to tickle him again. “AAhh, no, stop!” “I’m not going to stop til you prove it to me!” “You’re sick! You wanna smell my butt!” “You know you want me to! You want to show me your naked butt!” “No! No!” he laughed, gripping my tickling hands again. The muscles of his skinny chest clenched as he twisted, trying in vain to get away. I easily grabbed each wrist and straightened his arms above his head. “Gotcha now!” I grinned, staring at him hard. “Yeah, but you can’t tickle me now!” “Maybe I don’t want to just tickle you! Maybe I want to — ” I lowered my head, extended my tongue, and took a long slurp of his armpit. “OOH, you’re sick!” the boy giggled, twisting his body away. I continued. “Or maybe I want to — ” I began nibbling at his left nipple. “Aah, no,” he muttered softly, writhing unconvincingly. I stopped and drew my face very close to his. “I think you liked that, Keoki. I think you’d like me to lick you all over.” The boy gazed at me silently. “Maybe you’d even like –” I slowly drew my lips toward his, giving him time to react. Predictably he jerked his head away. “OOOH!” he cried in disgust. “No? Don’t like that? OK then — ” I went back to nibbling a nipple, this time releasing his wrists and resting one hand gently on his belly, my fingertips just at the waistband of his suit. A thrill went through me as he allowed my hand to remain where it was, merely hissing through his teeth at the sensation of my lips on his flesh. After a minute of this I sat up. We looked at each other wordlessly. Suddenly the boy cried, “Ooh, you’ve got a boner!” He could have ignored it. He could have chosen to stop playing this game. But he didn’t. I grinned at him. Something I’d read once popped into my mind, something to the effect that seduction is just a matter of helping the “victim” give in to his desire to be seduced. Yes, I was seducing Keoki. Did he have the desire, hidden even from himself? Did he, probably unconsciously, want me to seduce him? “You’re right, I’ve got one!” I cried. “What about you?!” “Not me! I’m not a queer!” “No? Looks like a pretty big lump there to me!” I exclaimed, gesturing to the front of his suit. In reality there was no such thing. “Shoot! I ain’t got one!” “Yeah you do!” “No I don’t!” “Prove it, then!” “Shoot, I don’t gotta prove it! You just wanna see my dick!” Keoki tried to look exasperated — but was that a twinkle in his eye? “Well, is it worth seeing?” He didn’t know what to do with this. “Well . . . yeah.” “Has anybody seen it before?” He looked uncomfortable, not seeing where this was going. “My Mom . . . ” “Yeah, when you were little. It was probably like a half inch long then! Oh!” I pretended to have just thought of something, using the same gambit I had used once with Dwayne. “That’s why you don’t want me to see it! It’s still real small! You’re embarrassed! I get it now.” “Shoot, I’m not lettin’ you see it!” he persisted. I grabbed his wrists again and pulled his arms over his head. I looked deeply into his eyes and softened my voice. “You’re right, you shouldn’t show me your dick just because I want to see it, Keoki. You should show me because YOU WANT me to see it.” He silently studied me, confusion having come over his delicate features. I took my best shot then, my voice gentle and soothing. “Every boy wants to show off his body, man. Especially when he gets old enough to start making sperm and growing hair down there. His cock gets bigger, his balls get bigger. It’s natural to be proud, and to want other guys to admire him. No need to be shy about it.” His gaze turned inward then, with that same look I’d seen on his face that first day at the pool, when I’d talked to him about a boy’s need to be loved by a man. He was silent. I suddenly got to my feet, pulling him up with me. “Come on!” I grabbed my cooler and shirt. “Where we going?” His voice was soft, uncertain. I felt him yielding to me, and perhaps to his own need. “You’ll see.” We headed to the locker room. A neutral place would feel safer to him than my apartment. Inside there were two boys just finishing changing into their suits. We waited for them, me still holding Keoki by the wrist. He stood passively, not resisting. Once they’d left I led the boy to a spot along one wall of the shower area. “We’re gonna get this chlorine off of us,” I announced, and with no further comment began untying my suit. I slipped it off and immediately looked up. The boy’s eyes were glued to my cock, which was half hard. He looked up then, saw me watching him, and blushed. “Let’s go, get yours off,” I ordered briskly. He hesitated. “Come on, show off what ya got,” I exclaimed with a grin. He still made no move to strip. I reached forward and hooked one finger into the waistband of his suit. He didn’t resist or protest. I paused and caught his eyes. “OK?” I asked. He studied me. His eyes held fear, uncertainty — and something else. “OK?” I asked again. Then softly, tenderly: “Tell me OK so I can admire you.” He swallowed. “OK,” he whispered. That was all I needed. I found the drawstring inside the front of the suit and untied the knot. Then I placed my fingers inside the waistband at either hip. With some difficulty I knelt and began working the wet, clinging suit off of him. As I did I noticed what seemed to be at least the beginnings of an erection bulging out the front of his suit. This was getting better! With a final shove the suit cleared his hips and fell to the floor in a green plaid puddle. I looked up at a slowly filling penis, three dusky brown inches pointing right at me. The boy’s pubes appeared hairless at first glance, but a second look revealed a tiny wisp of black hair just at the base of his cock. His balls were tucked up so snugly they made a single lump in their gray-brown sack. I looked up and made eye contact with him, and then deliberately looked down again at his cock, allowing him to see me admiring it. “It’s hot, Keoki,” I murmured. “And you’re getting hard. That’s a good sign.” A brief silence. “A sign of what?” the boy croaked, curious in spite of himself. “A sign that you like me to admire you. And a sign of something else too.” “What?” He was totally hooked. “Well, you tell me. Why do guys get hard?” “Um, they’re horny.” “Yeah, but what do their bodies want when they get hard?” “Um, they want . . . sex.” He said the last word with a hoarse little gasp, as he realized what he was saying. “That’s right! So look at my cock now!” He gazed at my organ silently. I was now fully erect. “What does my body want?” I asked. “It wants sex,” he whispered. “With who?” “I don’t know.” The boy looked and sounded like someone stumbling to get away from something gaining on him. “Well, who’s here with me right now?” “Me,” he answered hoarsely, defeat now in his voice. “Yeah.” I placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “A handsome boy I like very much.” I let that sink in. His cock was now completely hard, maybe 3 1/2 inches straining at his flat belly. “And your cock’s hard too,” I continued, my voice gentle but persistent. “And I’m the only one here.” More silence. “So it’s me that your body wants sex with.” He looked up at me wordlessly, his face troubled. “No need to be afraid, Keoki. You’re not a little boy anymore. You’re a young man. Young men have sex. It’s natural. They just need someone to show them how at first, to get them started. Has anyone ever showed you how?” Keoki looked wordlessly down at his feet. “It should be somebody nice, and somebody who gets your cock hard.” I looked at him meaningfully. I waited. But something was wrong. There had been no nervous excitement in his voice, no desire and fear chasing each other over his face as he looked at me. He was not conflicted. I realized it at that moment — he wasn’t ready. Yes, I could have pressured him into sex. I could have successfully manipulated him. But I didn’t. I would never do that. For one thing, I hate to do anything to distress or traumatize a boy — I’m a boylover, not just a boyfucker. Yes, I’m willing to have them be temporarily confused, uncertain, and anxious, because those emotions are part of what most boys go through was they wake up to their desire for sex with a man. But I draw the line when I can tell a boy deep inside really doesn’t want to do it. I had stopped short when I could have fucked Tim — and I was stopping short now. Plus, there was the matter of karma. If I crossed the line, disregarded my own care for a boy, and got him to do something sexual that was not right for him, the spell that had always protected me, even in my darkest hours in that Cambodian jail, would have been broken. The invisible shield around me would have been shattered. Some disaster would have struck, who knows what. I caressed Keoki’s neck with my thumb and then let my hand drop. I decided to just be honest. “I don’t think you’re ready, Keoki. Your cock wants it, ” I added, gesturing to his splitting hard organ, “but your mind isn’t ready yet. It’s OK, I can wait.” I smiled at him affectionately. “I’ll be around whenever you’re ready. But you’ve got to come to me. You’ve got to have the courage. OK?” He gazed at me solemnly, his long-lashed eyes dark, his skin lustrous. He said nothing. I turned my back on him then and turned on the nearest shower. I began soaping myself, leaving the boy alone. And when I finally washed the shampoo out of my hair and turned back around Keoki was gone. ************************************* The following morning I was sitting in the cafeteria lingering konya escort over coffee, wondering what to do with my day. Joon and Johnny had headed off to class a few minutes earlier. Lately it seemed as if I was spending less and less time with them; their bond with each other seemed to be deepening by the day. True, we usually all slept together unless Johnny had a guest or the boys slept over at Byron’s. But when they slept with me there was only a little cuddling and rarely sex anymore. True, they were both guys who would just collapse into bed and pass out almost at once. But if Joon had really wanted it there would have been time for sex. I could read my cues. Things were subtly different between Joon and me now, somehow. It was as if he had gotten what he needed from me. I sometimes wondered if he was done with me, now that he had Johnny. Or nearly done, maybe. I looked around the cafeteria, trying to find something to distract me from the small ache I could feel in my chest. Marco and Evan, two guys it was always fun to banter with, were nowhere to be seen. I’d done just about all of the interviewing of staff and guests I wanted to do for now. And I was definitely done with the pool and Keoki — no need to frustrate myself more over that kid. Looking out the window at the palms rattling in the breeze I made a decision. Beach time. The beach that seemed to be popular with both guests and boys was that narrow strip of sand in the cove not far from the resort, the one where I’d first meet the twins. It was easy to get to and the sand was indeed perfect, soft and golden. But I’d heard that if you were willing to climb over some rocks and work around a couple of cliffs you’d come to a beach some ways to the north of the resort that was actually even better. It was apparently protected by the cliffs from the prevailing easterly winds and had several secluded little pockets where a person — or two — would find complete privacy. I decided it was high time I investigated. It took almost twenty minutes of climbing up cliffs, scrambling over boulders, and dodging surf, but I finally came to the first section of sand, hemmed in north and south by wave-dashed cliffs. As I clambered over and around a huge boulder and spied it for the first time it was lovely — and inhabited! Actually it was not the beach that was inhabited but the cliff just north of it. There, about twenty feet above the crashing waves, were two figures. I decided to observe them for a minute from my semi-hidden vantage point. The two would stand together, apparently talking, their bodies moving excitedly. Then suddenly one would dash toward the cliff edge and peer over. He would then run back to his friend who, after a minute, would get up courage and charge to the edge of the cliff himself, only to lose heart and return. I could hear the faint shouts and laughter of excited boys. I began making my way toward them, concerned for their safety. As far as I could tell there was nothing below the cliff on which the boys stood except waves crashing onto rocks. Maybe, out of my sight, there was a safe place to land, a protected pool or something, but knowing the rashness of young boys I could easily imagine that they had not bothered to determine for sure that a twenty foot drop into the water would be safe. Perhaps the trepidation that stopped every mad dash at the last second was due to them knowing that what they were about to do was too risky. Suddenly, before I could get there or even come within shouting distance, one of the boys bolted to the cliff edge again, but this time, instead of skidding to a last-second stop, he launched himself into the air with a wild cry. My heart was in my throat — what was he thinking? The falling boy disappeared behind several large boulders and a spray of water shot into the air. I hurried forward. To my relief, in a couple of seconds a slick brown body hoisted itself up over some rocks, apparently none the worse for his experience. The boy gave an excited shout up to his companion, and then ran back to the base of the cliff. As he jogged up the slight slope I noticed a long streamer of wet black hair plastered to his back, down past his shoulder blades. I squinted, trying to get a better look at that agile, speedo-clad body as the boy scampered up the beach. Could that be — Ace? Suddenly there was a cry and the second boy, arms and legs flailing, launched himself over the edge too. What if he missed? What if, instead of hitting the pool that apparently was on the other side of the near rocks that blocked my view, he miscalculated? What if he hit the rocks? Now that I had drawn nearer to them I could see that the cliff the boys were leaping off of was closer to thirty feet in height than twenty. If he hit rocks from that height he would surely — The second boy appeared, first his head and then his paler body popping up as he scrambled for a foothold and then began making his way over the rocks. Leaping down onto the sand he straightened up and yelled up to his friend, “It’s not cold!!” His voice was exuberant, delighted, full of pure joy as well as the thrill of overcoming his own fear. He began hurrying up the beach too. I noticed his climb was a bit more labored, less agile than that of the athletic first boy. Before he had even gotten to the base of the cliff the first boy had already launched himself again, and he was followed by a minute later by his friend. Suddenly all fear had vanished, and eagerness had replaced trepidation. I found a spot in the sand not far from the boys’ landing spot, from which I could watch the spectacle. I sank down with my back against a small boulder. The boys continued to jump, again and again, their enthusiasm never flagging, and every time they jumped they would give a wild, wordless cry. I reflected that, even though these boys must be young lovers, professional prostitutes, who spent hours every week in sex with men, they were still kids. There was an innocence in the complete abandonment in their joyful leaps. This was, perhaps, the last bit of their childhoods, still alive in them, still wanting to be let out to play. And I could have sat there all day on that beach watching their wild leaps, their lusty cries, their lack of any inhibition. Why was that, I wondered. I asked myself, not for the first time, why it was that adults often bored me but boys never could? What was it I loved about them, really? I knew it was more, a lot more, than just their beautiful lean bodies, their pert butts, their boycocks so readily erect, so splitting hard. Was it youth itself? Was it that state of unreflective, unselfconscious absorption in whatever was going on at the moment, without a second of thought about the cares that weigh so persistently on the adult mind? Was I a man always reaching out to boys because I wanted to reconnect with something I had lost, something from my own naive childhood? I shook my head to myself, wondering if I’d ever know the answers to these questions. Knowing I probably wouldn’t. Eventually the second boy, climbing out of the water and over the rocks once again, showed some signs of tiring out. He staggered over the rocks and onto the sand and then stopped, hands on his knees. Then he straightened up, looked around, and for the first time spotted me. He and I stared at each other for a minute. I waved to him. He began making his weary way over the sand to me. As he approached me I realized I knew the boy. “Dwayne! Looks like you’re having fun!” He staggered up to me and dropped to the sand in a heap. “I’m tired!” he proclaimed with a lopsided grin. “I don’t blame you. That looks like a dangerous jump too!” “It’s not dangerous!” he boasted. “It’s fun!” He grinned his slightly gap-toothed grin. The boy wasn’t what you’d call handsome or really cute, but there was something kind of sexy about him even at his young age. “But now you’re pooped. Hey, scoot over here.” I motioned the boy to me. He complied willingly, flopping down in the sand at my feet, and I tugged him to me by the shoulders, his back to me. “I think you need this,” I proclaimed, and then began massaging his shoulders and upper back. The boy slumped against me, immediately giving in to pleasure and relaxation. I worked my hands down his slim arms, kneading his little shoulders, biceps and forearms. He chin dropped to his chest. I moved back up to his neck, gently working the muscles there, and then made my fingers into claws and managed his scalp. “Mmmmmm,” he murmured, barely audibly. I pulled him backward so his back rested against my chest, and I began working my way slowly down his front, kneading with my thumbs his little, barely defined chest muscles. I circled his small nipples with my fingertips, and when I brushed my fingernails over them he stiffened with a sudden hissing intake of breath. “Mmm, yeah,” I murmured in his ear, gently massaging his nipples. He settled back down against me. I drew my fingers firmly down over his front, then began moving one hand in circles over his belly, while with my other arm I drew his shoulders back against me, so the boy was basically reclining against me. “Just relax now, Dwayne. That’s a good boy,” I whispered. After a minute I pushed my palms firmly down his sides, over his hips, my thumbs near his groin, and then continued down onto his thighs. I firmly pushed into his thighs over and over, stroking them from hip to knee. A shadow suddenly felt over us. I looked up. It was Ace, dripping, looking down at us with his ferocious frown. “Hey, sexy boy! How are you?” I cried, still stroking Dwayne. Dwayne snapped out of his pleasure-filled daze and looked up. “Hey,” Ace answered, still frowning. “What are you guys doing here instead of school?” I asked. Ace’s face cleared, and a wolfish grin replaced his frown. “We’re celebrating!” “Yeah? Celebrating what?” The boys looked at each other and giggled. “Celebrating what?” I asked again. “Is it a secret?” Dwayne chuckled, “Kinda!” “Dwayne can shoot!” Ace announced. “What?” I exclaimed. Dwayne turned to look at me, grinning, while still in my lap. “Yeah! Last night! My first time!” “Congratulations, man!” I exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder. Dwayne’s chest stuck out just a bit more proudly. “He still can’t cum as much as me!” Ace proclaimed. “Yeah, but I will, though!” Dwayne protested. At this Ace, apparently finished with the conversation, suddenly took off for the cliff to begin another round of leaps. I hugged Dwayne to me. “You gonna join him, or are you still tired?” I began rubbing his thighs again. “I’m still tired,” Dwayne proclaimed, settling back down against me, apparently preferring my caresses to further celebratory leaps into the water. I resumed massaging him. As I looked down over his shoulder at his body splayed out on the sand between my legs I couldn’t help but fix on the bulge in his speedo-clad crotch. It was quite a basket for such young boy, and I remembered how hung he was, his cock being about 5 inches long even in its flaccid state. I wondered if perhaps it were enlarging just a bit now. His tiny suit was a sky blue one spangled with large yellow stars, and one of the stars was centered right in the front. As I looked at it carefully I could just make out the coronal rim of his cockhead. I decided to rase the stakes a bit. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Now you can give me what you promised me!” He stifled a little giggle. So he remembered what I’d said to him back in the infirmary! I suddenly wondered if that was why he had decided to remain behind instead of doing more jumping with Ace. Maybe Dwayne was a little cleverer than I’d thought! I began working his upper thighs more firmly, digging in with my thumbs and fingertips. Then I dug my thumbs into his groin, working them in little circles. He grunted softly. Was that a tiny little thrust of his hips? Before long I got what I was hoping for. The bulge in his speedos, pronounced from the beginning, was now noticeably larger than it had been. I whispered in his ear again. “Looks like your cock’s getting hard again, Dwayne.” He giggled again, his eyes still closed. “You wanna prove to me that you can shoot?” The boy shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his lips. “Not really? Ok then, that’s fine. Maybe you’re all tired out from your jumping and stuff.” He didn’t reply. I continued my stroking, but now I shifted my focus to his cock. I drew two fingers to his crotch and stroked there, finding the shape of his cock as it bent at an awkward angle, constrained by the thin cloth. Slowly, methodically, I stroked him over and over from base to glans. His organ gradually enlarged even more. Before long he writhed against me. “What’s the matter?” I asked, feigning innocence. He writhed again, giving a little grunt. “I think maybe that’s suit’s too small to hold that big, beautiful cock of yours. Yes?” Dwayne nodded, a little smile still playing over his lips. “Maybe I can help. OK?” The boy nodded, still leaning back against me, eyes still closed. For another minute I continued to caress his cock with my finger. It radiated heat through his suit. Then I found the string in front and fumbled with the knot. Dwayne waited while I struggled, but soon lost patience, arched himself up from my lap, and shoved his suit down to his knees in one motion. I admired the sharply curving erection arching up at me. It was quite slim, but remarkably, shockingly large on such a little guy, maybe 6 1/2 inches in length now. “Your cock is really hot, Dwayne,” I whispered. “You gonna let me suck it?” He settled back against me, closed his eyes again, and with his little smile gave another enigmatic shrug. “Oh, not sure, huh? OK, take your time deciding. Meanwhile I’ll see if you’ve got any balls down here.” I slipped my thumb and fingers down and caressed his scrotum. Then I gently fingered two small nuts. “These feel nice and full, Dwayne,” I said. “I bet there’s a lot of juice in them ready to come out, hm?” “Mm-hmm,” he murmured. That was all I needed. I maneuvered the boy around so he lay across my lap now, and gently placed his head onto the sand. He looked up at me with his little gap-toothed grin. “You know what’s gonna happen now, don’t you,” I smiled. The boy nodded. I caressed his face. “Does it make you feel good to know that you can cum now?” “Yeah,” he replied softly. “I’m happy for you that you can have lots of good sex now. Lots of guys are going to get to enjoy your big beautiful cock!” I continued to gently caress his balls. “Can I be the first one to taste your juice?” He shook his head, his smile a bit awkward. “Somebody already did!” “Oh, so your first cum last night wasn’t solo sex?” The boy looked at me blankly. “You know, you were doing it with somebody else, not by yourself?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, can I be the second, then?” “Kay.” “OK, just close your eyes and relax. I’m gonna make you feel good. Oh, one other thing first.” He waited. “Can I show you that I like you?” “Huh?” “Can I give you a little kiss?” He gave a small smirk of distaste but he couldn’t keep from grinning a little. I leaned down slowly to give him time to prepare. i touched my lips to his inert ones. I smooched him gently several times. Then I nibbled a bit on his upper lip. I heard him sigh, his lips yielded and, in spite of himself, I could tell he liked it. I caressed his neck. “Lots of guys are gonna want to kiss you, Dwayne. You’re cute, you know? Better get used to it, right?” He gave a tiny shrug and another little grin. I bent down father, placed my lips against the cum tube along the bottom of his arching organ and began to nibble there. He flinched and gave a little gasp. I dragged my tongue up and down his cum tube then, working slowly from base to frenulum and back down again. I nuzzled his neck. “How’s that feeling?” I whispered. “Good.” “Shall I do more?” “Yeah.” “If you want me to do anything else just tell me. This is a special day so I want to give you pleasure, Dwayne. I’ll do whatever you want.” I kissed his neck and drew my lips across the soft skin konyaaltı escort of his jaw. He accepted this without resistance. Then I bent father down and placed my tongue against his frenulum again and wiggled it quickly from side to side. “AH!” he cried, giving a little jump. I licked my lips then and sucked his whole head into my mouth. I worked my tongue over it as I allowed saliva to accumulate in my mouth, and then I began using my lips to bathe his whole organ with it. He began squirming constantly, and this continued as I tightened my lips on his firm organ and began moving up and down on it. I knew he’d been sucked at least once before because Johnny had done it right in front of me, but I could tell he hadn’t had much experience. As I continued to work him over he began giving little gasps and groans, and he hunched his hips constantly, as he tried to fuck my mouth. I played with his balls as I sucked. He splayed one leg father out onto the sand as he squirmed, and his toes clenched and relaxed spasmodically. He seemed to be close already. I came off him and quickly sucked my middle finger into my mouth to wet it. Then, as I resumed sucking, I began probing between Dwayne’s little butt cheeks. He squirmed more, but I was undeterred, and soon I found my way into his hot little cleft and bumped my fingertip up against the tiny knot of his asshole. I pursed my lips just under his glans then, and, as I slowly slid down his organ, gripping as hard as I could with my lips. I pressed my finger inward. Dwayne’s hips snapped up into the air and his butt tightened on my finger. At first I thought it was a reaction to my probing finger, tightening against it, but then Dwayne gave a strangled cry, snapped his hips again. and I felt a thin spurt of juice in my mouth. Another smaller amount came as he gave another cry. He flopped his his back down with a gasp, and I sucked a tiny bit more juice out of him. His load had been small, and it was thin and watery — but it was the real thing. Dwayne was no longer a little boy. I reached around the panting boy and embraced him awkwardly. When I sat back up he eyed me. There was sweat beading his upper lip and his forehead. “You’re a young man now,” I smiled at him. “That was worth waiting for! Your sperm is delicious!” “It isn’t!” he protested with a smile. “How do you know? Have you ever tasted it it?” “Ew, no!” he chuckled. “So you’ve never tasted anybody’s sperm before?” “NO! That’s weird!” “How do you know it’s weird if you haven’t–” A shadow moved over us again. I looked up. Ace was back. There was one difference this time. His bright red speedo stuck out prominently in front. “How long have you been here?” I grinned. “Huh?” “Whatever, it looks like you must have liked what you saw!” He looked at me, trying to read me. “Take your suit off, Ace!” I suddenly ordered. He looked at me with his ferocious frown, then seemed to make a decision and complied. He tossed his suit onto at the sand and stood in front of me, still staring, his 4 1/2 inches straining upward. I adopted an authoritative tone. “Ace, Dwayne’s gonna be a fuckboy now. So there’s a lot he has to learn. For one thing, he has to learn how to give a man pleasure with his mouth.” Ace still stared, as if not comprehending. “He needs to learn to such a cock. And yours needs sucking, doesn’t it?” Frowning, he looked from me to Dwayne and back to me. “Uh-huh,” he agreed. “We gonna do it now?” “Yep.” I turned to Dwayne. “OK, rest time is over. Get up on your knees.” The boy blinked. “What are we gonna do?” “You heard what I just said to Ace. You’re gonna learn to suck a man’s cock. Come on now.” I pulled him by the arm and he clambered to his knees. “You’re gonna watch what Ace does and then you’re gonna copy it. Ace is really good at sucking.” This was not true, strictly speaking, but it was a lie in a good cause. Any boy feels good about himself when he hears a compliment on his sexual prowess. Dwayne looked doubtful. I clapped him on the shoulder and declared in what I hoped was a reassuring tone, “By the time were finished here you’ll be an expert, ready to make lots of money!” “I never did it,” Dwayne said, doubt on his face. “I know. That’s why it’s called practice. You gotta learn. Here, watch Ace first.” With that I stood and quickly stripped. “OK Ace, kneel down here in front of me. You’re gonna suck me. Dwayne, get over here real close so you can see exactly what he does. That’s it.” I turned to the other boy, who obediently knelt before me. “OK, so what would you do if a man’s hard cock was in front of you and he wanted you to suck him? What would you do first?” Ace, a boy of action, not words, did not reply, but instead wrapped my cock in one hand, learned forward, and began tonguing my cockhead, lashing it back and forth and squirming his tongue over it. I ran my fingers through his long wet hair. “Oh, man, that’s good already Ace. Keep going.” After a minute of this I said, “OK, stop now, Ace.” I turned to Dwayne. “OK, you saw what he did, right?” Dwayne nodded. “You ready?” The boy swallowed and nodded. “That’s my boy.” I cupped my hand gently behind his head and pulled him toward me. Dwayne struck his tongue out and touched the tip of it to my glans. He immediately drew back. “Don’t worry, it won’t bite you! It likes you! Now come on!” I drew his head toward me again. “Just take it slow. Give it a little kiss first . . . That’s it. Now lick your lips and just put them against my cock and leave them there . . . Uh-huh. Now you saw how Ace moved his tongue back and forth under my cockhead, right? You do it now . . . Good, but faster . . . Mmm, good Dwayne . . . OK, now stick out your tongue and slowly lick all the way up and down, from the base to the head . . . No, get more spit on your tongue first . . . Ah, yeah . . . OK now Ace, I want you to . . . ” For the next few minutes I carefully introduced Dwayne to oral sex. Ace remained on his knees next to a his friend and whenever it was time for the next step I would have Ace demonstrate. I wanted Dwayne to watch his friend do it not just to learn technique but also to get more comfortable with the idea of sucking cock. I occasionally caressed Ace’s head and patted his shoulder so he would feel included, and I was sure to gasp and moan a bit dramatically to make him feel he was really turning me on. As Dwayne progressed and began actually giving me pleasure I decided I wasn’t going to come in his mouth. I was planning something else instead. So once Dwayne had developed some skill, I said, “OK, let’s stop a minute now and try something else.” I pulled him gently off me — the boy actually didn’t seem to want to let my cock slip out! “OK, Ace, stand up. Dwayne’s gonna blow you now. And if he needs some suggestions or tips or whatever you tell him what to do, OK?” Ace gave a brief nod and popped to his feet. Dwayne turned toward his friend and looked critically at Ace’s cock. “It’s not as big,” Dwayne observed, stating the obvious. “That’s right — it will be easier for you to swallow the whole thing.” I placed my hand affectionately on Ace’s shoulder. “OK Ace, you ready for Dwayne to give you a good orgasm? The boy leaned his hips forward and placed his hands on Dwayne’s shoulders. “OK, go!” he exclaimed. From the very beginning I had had a moment’s hesitation about the idea of introducing sex into what appeared to just nothing more than an innocent friendship, but as I watched Dwayne, eyes now closed, slowly suck Ace’s whole cock into his mouth I realized that either they had fooled around with each other at least a little bit before or they were ready to start getting sexy with each other now. Neither showed any awkwardness or hesitation at this new turn of events. Dwayne smashed his nose into Ace’s pubic bone, all 4 1/2 inches of his friend’s cock buried in his throat, as Ace pulled Dwayne’s head against him with both hands, arching back and closing his eyes in pleasure. Dwayne pulled back and then surged forward again as Ace began fucking his face. At each of his thrusts forward the long-haired boy rose onto his toes, tightened his luscious little butt, and pressed Dwayne’s head into his crotch. A few more minutes passed and Dwayne was moving back and forth more and more aggressively as Ace grunted more and more wildly. He roughly slammed Dwayne’s head into his crotch now, his fingers laced together in Dwayne’s hair. Dwayne was a gripping Ace’s butt, his fingers digging spasmodically into the boy’s firm, clenching brown flesh. As Dwayne energetically sucked Ace his erection lurched and waved in front of him. I smiled to myself at how quickly the very young rebound sexually and are ready to go again. I guess it didn’t occur to Dwayne to play with his cock at the same time as he blew his friend. I knelt down next to him, placed a caressing hand on his clenching, flexing little shoulders and at the same time began gently caressing his cock. He responded by hunching his cock into my hand at the same time that he surged back and forth on Ace’s cock. “You’re dong fantastic, Dwayne,” I whispered in the boy’s ear. “He’s loving it!” In response the boy thrust more strongly into my hand. I decided to back off, not wanting him to cum again, knowing that if he kept a horny edge it would add urgency to his cocksucking. I caressed Dwayne’s cock more lightly, just occasionally trailing my fingertips over his glans and caressing his little balls. Suddenly Ace cried out. “AH!!,” held his arching body motionless for a second, and then pumped rapidly against Dwayne’s face, clutching the other boy’s skull to him. “MMMpphhh!” Dwayne cried, obviously struggling to breathe, pushing against Ace’s thighs to get him off. Ace was oblivious, continuing to pound Dwayne’s face until finally the kneeling boy succeeded in shoving him off. Ace staggered backward, pearly slime drooling from his urethral opening, and then collapsed on his back in the sand. Meanwhile Dwayne had fallen backward onto his butt. “Shit, you were chokin’ me!:” Dwayne cried angrily. Ace raised up his head and blinked. “I was cummin’.” “Shoot, you gotta let me breathe!” I caressed Dwayne’s neck. “You know the problem, Dwayne,” I chuckled. “You were so good at that Ace couldn’t stop! You’ve got some skills, man!” The boy wiped his mouth, still looking wounded. “Well, while you guys are having your fun what about me? I’m horny!” I proclaimed, gesturing to my rock hard cock. I turned to Dwayne. “You’re just gonna kick back and relax, Dwayne. You did great for your first time. Ace is gonna help me out.” I turned to the long-haired boy. “Aren’t you Ace?” “What’re we gonna do?” he asked, frowning fiercely. “Remember last time? When I said we were gonna do whatever you wanted? And you wanted me to jack off in your face? So I did? And you had a good time fucking me? It was your first time. Remember?” “Uh-huh.” “This time we’re gonna do what I want to do! And I want to make love to you!” He eyed me. “You mean fuck me?” No euphemisms for this boy! “That’s right. You OK with that?” “I got fucked a whole buncha times last night.” “So are you too sore?” “No. I can do it again. I never get sore.” “So you want to?” Instead of answering the boy popped to his hands and knees, turned around and stuck his butt out at me. I guessed that was my answer! I gestured to Dwayne. “You come on over here and lie down next to Ace. I want you to watch every step of this. This is gonna be you pretty soon, having great sex, making lotsa money. You gotta see how Ace does it.” “Kay.” Dwayne answered, scooting over, apparently done with his little sulk. I got up onto my knees behind Ace. “OK Dwayne, now we don’t have any lube. You know what lube is?” “It’s for greasing you up!” “That’s right. You can take a man’s cock up your ass, even a big one, but it feels a lot better if you have lube.” “You can just use spit,” Ace commented over his shoulder. “Yeah, so first I’m gonna get your ass nice and wet. So Dwayne, watch how I do this.” The little kid drew even nearer, head propped on his hand as he lay in the sand. I reached out, placed my hands on Ace’s small, succulent ass and peeled his cheeks open with my thumbs. He may have been fucked “a whole buncha times” the night before, but his asshole was as tiny as I remembered it, a little pinkish asterisk. I leaned forward, extended my tongue, placed it at the top of his crack near his tailbone, and the very slowly dragged it downward. “Oooh, you’re gonna lick his butthole?” Dwayne exclaimed, incredulously. I sat back on my heels after a minute and looked at Dwayne. “He’s clean in there. And it feels good to him. You’ll see when I do it to you.” “You’re gonna lick my butt?” “Yeah, when you ask me to.” “Eww, no!” “Wait til you try it. You’ll see.” I gave Ace another couple of luxuriant tongue swipes. “Does that feel good, Ace?” “Uh-huh,” the boy muttered. “See, Ace likes it!” I smiled at Dwayne. “Always try everything in sex, Dwayne. You never know what’s gonna feel really good!” The boy still looked dubious. I went back to slurping Ace’s asshole, and after a few minutes I had relaxed his little rosebud enough that I could stick almost an inch of my tongue up into his guts. About this time he began making tiny movements of his ass, hunching very subtly against my tongue, and in response I began tongue fucking him, sticking my tongue in more forcefully as he hunched back at me, then pulling outward as he tucked his hips under just slightly. Eventually I stopped tonguing him, gathered a good mouthful of saliva, spat onto my fingers and then gently inserted one finger, then two, up into the boy. “Doesn’t that hurt?” exclaimed Dwayne. “Nope,” Ace answered, still gently hunching back at me. “Feels good.” I smiled to myself as I fingered the boy a little more deeply. Between the two of us Ace and I were eventually going to overcome Dwayne’s reluctance with no problem, I thought to myself. It wasn’t very long before I was sawing two fingers deeply into the boy. Ace rocked rhythmically back and forth, giving little gasps of pleasure each time I’d surge up into him. Every couple of minutes I’d gather more saliva and slap it up into him. Dwayne’s eyes were glued to my spit-slick fingers. I tried spitting onto my fingers once more. “Man, Dwayne, my mouth’s getting really dry. We need some of your spit over here.” “Me!?” the boy exclaimed, looking uncomfortable. “Sure! Come on, stick your tongue in here!” “Do I hafta?” he whined. “You never `hafta’ do anything in sex. Sex is fun, not a job. Tell you what, you don’t have to lick Ace if you’re not ready to. Just spit on your fingers like I did and then stick them up into his ass.” Still looking dubious, Dwayne rose to his knees, spit onto his fingers, extended them toward Ace’s butt and then paused. I put my arm over his shoulders. “Come on now,” I murmured in his ear. “Don’t be scared. Remember, you’re not a little boy anymore.” The boy straightened up a trifle at that, and, trepidation still in his face, pressed his fingers up into Ace. Ace obligingly spread his knees a little wider and arched his back in accommodation. “Ah, yeah,” he gasped. “That’s it. Now again, more spit.” Dwayne complied more readily this time, slowly easing his fingers in more deeply than before. “Shove `em in, man!” demanded Ace. “Watch, Dwayne.” I spit on three fingers a couple times and, then, making them into a little cone, pressed them against the boy’s hole and, twisting quickly, shoved them partway in. “Ah, shit!” Ace cried, sounding like he was in pain, but shoving his ass back against my hand nonetheless. “See! He likes it even though it hurts a little bit!” I withdrew almost completely, just leaving my fingertips in, and then shoved again. Another couple of times and then I had Dwayne try it. “Ah, yeah!” Ace cried, as Dwayne’s three small fingers slipped most of the way into his ass. “You ready?” I called, caressing Ace’s back. “Uh-huh.” “OK, I’m gonna put my cock in him now, Dwayne. But I need some spit on my cock.” I gave him a meaningful look. Dwayne knew konyaaltı eve gelen escort what I wanted him to do, and with a reluctant look on his face he bent toward me. I caught him by the shoulder. “I don’t want you to do it just `cause I told you. Suck me `cause you want to.” The boy paused, uncertain. “Look at my cock, Dwayne. That’s it. Keep looking at it. It’s gonna feel good to suck it. Didn’t you like sucking Ace?” “Yeah. But yours is bigger.” “You could suck the whole thing, its not that big, but if you want you can just lick it.” I softened my voice. “You want to, don’t you Dwayne?” The boy swallowed, his eyes still fastened on my cock. “Yeah,” he murmured. I knew it. I drew his head gently toward me. “Good boy,” I murmured. Dwayne began tentatively, but once he got under way he slobbered all over me very effectively. “That’s enough, now,” I said before long. My cockhead slipped slowly out from his wet lips, and he looked up at me as if for approval. “You did really great Dwayne. You’re gonna be so good at sex.” I caressed his hair gently. He looked pleased. He moved away and I again approached Ace. “OK, Ace, you’ve been very patient.” “You gonna do it now?” He didn’t sound patient. In answer I thumbed his butt open and nosed my glistening cock between his round little cheeks. I settled my knees. Dwayne flopped onto the sand next to Ace, watching avidly. “Ready?” “Yeah!!” His tone said, “I’ve BEEN ready!” I gripped the boy’s little hips firmly. “Here we go then.” And I began pressing forward. For a couple seconds nothing happened. Ace was pushing hard against my cock, trying to get me into him. I saw an opportunity. “Hey Dwayne, reach in there and see if my cock is in the right place. It’s not going in right.” The boy frowned and gingerly reached his finger tips in between Ace’s cheeks next to my cock. “Come on, don’t be shy. Pull his cheek aside and then grab my cock in your fist. . . . Yeah, that’s it. OK, it’s too high — move it down a little . . . there, OK, that’s it. Thanks Dwayne.” My cock began nosing into Ace. The boy gasped, but still shoved back against me with determination. I gathered myself, gripped his little hips firmly, and pressed harder. “Yahh!” I yelled, as my cock began worming in. Ace was panting hard. I caressed his back. “Good boy, Ace. You’re taking me without much lube at all. I knew you could do it.” “Doesn’t it hurt?” Dwayne asked Ace, in wonder. “Doesn’t matter,” huffed Ace. A few seconds passed. “Come on!” Ace demanded. “Yes, little master,” I replied. `’Now watch, Dwayne — as I push in, Ace is gonna relax his ass and then shove it back against me. OK, let’s go.” With a strong, steady push I shoved a good two inches into the boy, as he groaned and wriggled his hips against me, as if nestling them against my crotch. “You LIKE that?” exclaimed Dwayne. “S’good,” Ace murmured hoarsely. “Man!” Dwayne exclaimed. “OK, here’s more Ace.” I pushed steadily, and entered another inch. Then I withdrew slowly until just the head was in. “Ok Dwayne, this is how it goes. I’ll pull out slowly then push in, and then as we keep going I’ll go faster and harder because his ass will get used to it and he’ll relax more and open up more.” “It’s so big, though!” Dwayne exclaimed, as I pulled nearly all the way out.. “Lots of guys have way bigger ones, and Ace can take `em all, right Ace?” I kissed the boy’s neck through his mop of hair. In reply Ace rammed his hips back at me, and I thrust harder into him. “Yeah,” the boy gasped. By the time another minute passed Ace and I had set up a steady rhythm, me thrusting hard and he jamming his hips back at me just as hard. The boy began giving little gasps at every thrust. I reached under him. His cock was hard again. “See Dwayne, look at how hard Ace’s cock is! That shows you he loves it!” The blond boy starred at me, still having a hard time believing Ace could be enjoying this. I mouthed silently: “Watch.” I pulled almost all the way out of Ace and then waited. There was silence. “Come on! What are you doing?” Ace cried. I laughed. “See how much he wants it, Dwayne? OK, Ace, I’m gonna give it all to you. You ready?” “Yeah.” “You sure?” “Yeah!” I waited some more. “Come ON!!” the boy cried. Grinning triumphantly at Dwayne I gripped Ace’s hips hard and rammed myself balls deep into the little boy. “AAAAHHHH YEAH!! SHIT!” Ace yelled. Performing now for Dwayne I pulled nearly out of Ace so roughly it jerked his knees off the ground for a second, then I slammed six inches into him so hard it knocked him to the ground. I didn’t even slow down, slamming into the prone boy over and over as fast and hard as I could. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” the boy grunted with every thrust. The pleasure was great, but before I passed the point of no return I got an idea. Fully impaling the boy I stopped thrusting. “OK Ace, come back up on your knees.” I tugged on the boy as he struggled to his knees. “OK, Dwayne, I want you to slide under him. Go on. No, the other way, head first. Farther. Yeah. See how hard his cock is? He wants more action! Young guys like you can come over and over again — not like us old guys. So I want you to jack him off while I fuck him. That’s it, get a good grip. Now start jacking him. Yeah. Is that good, Ace?” “Squeeze harder. At the top,” Ace grunted. In response to Dwayne’s enthusiastic stroking Ace pulled off me and hunched his hips forward. I pulled more out of him, then lunged back in just as the boy hunched back at me. Soon the three of us had set up a rhythm. I could see over Ace’s rocking shoulder that Dwayne’s six and a half inches were hard again too, and I wondered if it would occur to Ace to lean down and give Dwayne some sucking. But no — the little kid was in his own world, apparently. Ace was rocking back and forth, the back and forth between us effortless now. My pleasure climbed higher. Gasping, I grabbed a hank of Ace’s hair in my fist and pulled his head back roughly. “Yeah little stud, you’re so fucking hot,” I whispered him his ear. I then began chewing his ear and nipping at his cheek. Finally I gripped his chin, twisted his head sideways, and as my climax neared, I found his little mouth with mine and chewed on his lips, thrusting hard, gasping, gurgling, Ace groaning and grunting into my mouth. I was about to climax, I was almost there, reaching, straining — and then Ace suddenly let out a yell into my chin, the cry of a boy lost in orgasm. “Yeah, little stud! Yeah! Yeah!” I yelled into his ear. I gripped his hair and rammed into him even harder and then the wave hit me and I began shooting into the little boy’s guts. “Ahh, fuck! Yeah! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Our bodies strained at each other a moment longer, and then we both collapsed into the sand. “Hey, get off me!” came a voice. I pulled carefully out of Ace and we both rolled to one side. Dwayne stared at us, a mixture of confusion and lust in his face. Then he looked down his belly, where a small streak of cock slime quivered just next to the head of his long, still-straining erection. I wondered for a second whose it was, but I could tell from how hard Dwayne still was that he hadn’t cum, so it must have been Ace’s. I extended an arm. “Come here, Dwayne.” After a second the boy slid over to me. I wiped Ace’s semen off the boy’s narrow belly with my thumb and then held it to his lips. “Open your mouth,” I instructed. Dwayne complied and I inserted my thumb. “Suck it off.” The boy closed his lips over my thumb and slurped the cum off. Very hot. I hugged him to me then, his body warm and a bit sandy. He squirmed a little and I felt the rigidity of his erection against my leg. “You’re a hot little stud too, Dwayne. The men are gone love you just like they love Ace.” I turned to Ace. The boy lay next to me, eyes closed, apparently wiped out. There was a spot of sand on his belly, stuck there with his now-drying cum. I gazed at the boy’s face. His delicate, wolfish features were breathtakingly beautiful in repose. I reached and caressed him, starting with his little shoulder, down over this flat chest, his sticky belly, his largish balls, his lean, firm thigh. The boy didn’t respond. I think if I’d left him alone another minute or two he’d have fallen asleep. Instead I shook him. “Come on, we’re gonna help Dwayne learn some more about sex.” The boy’s eyes popped open and, frowning his near constant frown, he asked, “What’re we gonna do?” “Well, maybe you’re too tired but, uh, I was hoping that, since you’re so good at taking a cock, you’d let Dwayne practice on you.” “Fucking me?” “Yeah. Unless you’re, like, too tired out.” My hunch proved right — Ace seemed proud of his sexual stamina, and no way as he going to admit to being worn out, even though he obviously was. The boy got to his hands and knees again. I had an idea. I wanted to see if I could get these boys to feel some affection as well as just pleasure. “No, let’s try it differently. Get on your back.” The boy rolled over, grabbed his knees and pulled them back nearly to his ears. He anus gaped open, pink and sticky from the fucking I’d just given him. “Ok, come over here, Dwayne.” The boy got to his knees and I pulled him toward Ace by his hot, hard dick. The boy got up behind Ace. The two locked eyes. I put my arm over Dwayne’s shoulder. “A boy’s first fuck is a big deal. You’ll never forget it.” I looked at Ace. “When you give your friend his first fuck it’s an honor, Ace. It makes you friends for life. You ready?” Ace stared at me, giving me the most ferocious frown I’d ever seen, pondering this. “Ready?” I demanded again. “Yeah.” His voice was actually a little husky — from what? Emotion? “Ok, we only have spit for lube,” I said to Dwayne. “Let me do the honors.” I spent a couple of minutes slobbering and slathering Dwayne’s slim cock with as much saliva as I could muster. Then I gave him another hug. “Man your cock is so hot I just wanna suck all the juice right out! But you’re gonna fill Ace up with it instead. Ready?” Dwayne nodded. His face was eager yet anxious, just as you’d expect from a boy seconds away from his first time entering another body with his cock. “OK, grab your cock and bend it down, and then put it right up against his hole.” Dwayne’s face was a study in concentration as he tried to align himself perfectly. “OK, when you’ve got it, start pushing. When Ace feels you pushing he’s gonna push out and open his ass up. He knows how to do it. OK guys? Go!” Dwayne began pushing, puffing out his little chest manfully, but his cock slipped aside. He repositioned it and it slipped aside again. “”Hold onto it Dwayne. It’s like you’re sort of pushing it up inside him with your hand. Yeah, now grip it firmly . . . get it in position . . . Ok now . . . ” “AHHH! ” Dwayne yelled in pleasure and surprise as his cock began to enter Ace an inch or so. “That’s it baby — you got it!” I caressed his clenching little ass. “OK now, again!” Dwayne gathered himself and gave a big shove. “Ahh” yelled Ace, as Dwayne’s whole cockhead entered him. I smoothed Ace’s wild hair back from his forehead. “Ready for more?” “Yuh,” he huffed. I patted Dwayne’s tight little butt. “Give him more of that big cock, baby.” Dwayne shoved again but didn’t have much leverage and got nowhere. “Here, lean forward and put your hand on the ground. That’s it. Now push down into him.” This time Dwayne had more success, and another inch sank into Ace. “Yeah, baby,” I murmured, caressing him some more. Dwayne’s stare was now locked onto Ace’s ass like a hawk on a mouse, and, gathering himself, he plunged in once more. “Aaahhh!” yelled Ace. “Too much?” I asked him. The boy gasped. “You want more?” “Yeah,” the boy answered gamely. “Tell him.” Ace stared at me. “Tell him you want him to fuck you.” The boys locked eyes. Dwayne waited. “Fuck me, man,” Ace growled, sounding older than his age. “OK,” I said, “pull out a little ways. That’s it. Now push that big cock back in. Good boy. Now out again. Yeah, and in . . . ” After another moment nature took over and I was silent, watching these two kids, their bodies shiny now with sweat, concentrating intently, pleasure overwhelming them, enjoying each other’s bodies. There was something deeply satisfying about the scene. I looked around me at the beach, the rocks, the sea. The wind was picking up and the clouds were lowering and darkening. The rain would hit soon. Finally Dwayne stopped, licked his lips, resettled his knees, and with a mighty lunge buried himself to the hilt in his friend. “Aaaah!” both boys yelled at once. “OK, hold it!” I cried. They remained motionless. I caressed Dwayne’s back. “OK, baby,” I murmured. “Now before you pull out I want you add in something else. Something that’s new too Ace too.” Gasping a little, Dwayne turned his sweaty face to me. I looked at Ace. His face was a thundercloud. “I want you to kiss him.” I thought one or both of the boys might recoil or protest. Or maybe they’d dissolve into giggles. But they didn’t. They looked at each other deeply, their faces just a foot or so apart. Their bodies almost trembled in the grip of passion. I gently touched the back of Dwayne’s neck and pushed just slightly. That was all it took. The boy dove down and plastered his mouth onto his friend’s. He pressed hard into Ace for a minute and then did the natural thing. He broke the kiss, withdrew most of his cock, and, still holding Ace’s gaze, began slamming back into the boy again and again. I dropped to the ground and dug my hand through the sand until I had wrapped Ace’s shoulders and hugged one shoulder to me. “You’re giving him a great fuck, man,” I murmured. “It’s his special day. He’ll remember you always. . . Squeeze his cock with your ass muscles when he pulls out . . . Yeah . . . You’re giving him so much pleasure. All the pleasure he can handle . . . He’ll never forget your hot ass, baby.” Ace gasped and panted, still locked onto Dwayne’s eyes, frowning intently as he listened to me. Suddenly he reached up with one hand, grabbed Dwayne by the neck, pulled him roughly down and plastered his mouth onto the other boy again. I was shocked — this was the first time Ace had initiated a kiss with anyone, that I knew of. The two held the kiss for a long minute as Dwayne continued to pound Ace with every ounce of his strength. Suddenly Dwayne bolted upright, arched backward, gave a blood-curdling screech, pounded Ace faster than ever for two, three, four thrusts, then just held his digging, flattening ass against Ace’s hips, eyes closed, teeth clenched, grunting softly. Then he collapsed onto his friend with a great groan. Ace held Dwayne to him with a limp arm. I sat back and said nothing, gazing at the two beautiful, spent boys, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at what had just happened. It was almost as if I’d had another orgasm too. It was several minutes before they stirred. Dwayne sat up, looked around, found me with his eyes and gave me his little lopsided, gap-toothed grin. I grinned back. “Good work, buddy! You ready to be a Young Lover now?” Dwayne’s grin vanished and he gave a little shrug. “It’ll be good, you’ll see !” I paused. “Are you not sure about something?” “Yeah,” he muttered softly. “Is it that you’re not sure about getting fucked?” “Yeah.” “Well, you can see how much Ace liked it.” He shrugged again. “Tell you what — I’m gonna talk to Marco and see if I can arrange for your first guest, the guy who fucks you for the first time, to be extra nice. OK?” The boy fixed me with a smile. “Thanks,” he said shyly. I leaned forward and caressed his hair. “You’re a good boy, Dwayne.” The boy’s eyes, warm brown and soft, locked onto mine. We made love wordlessly with our gazes. Ace stirred next to the boy. I placed my hand on his warm belly. He looked at me. His frown was gone. “You’re a good boy too.” He held my eyes. “Will you do me a favor, little stud?” I asked. He held my gaze and his face softened even more at that nickname. I drew my face slowly to him, giving him time to decide. I licked my lips. He licked his too. I drew closer. And then I touched my lips to his. And then I sank deeper into the kiss. His mouth opened and he sucked my tongue in. His skinny arm wrapped my shoulders. His body rose slightly against me. Ace had kissed me at last. I felt the first few drops of rain on my back.

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