Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2019 19:20:23 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: Young Lovers, Chapter 12 Chapter 12 A few hours later the door closed behind Butch, and Antonio and I were alone. The boy looked around as if in wonder, then back to me, and smiled bashfully. I was sure he'd never seen anyplace like this. The so-called Love Room had soft lighting, a large bed with satin sheets, and mirrors completely covering one wall and the ceiling. On the other walls there were large framed black and white photos of naked couples, beautiful boys and men, engaged in various acts of sex. It also, I noticed earlier, had ample supplies of sex toys and paraphernalia of all kinds. I took the boy's hand, motioned to the bed, and we sat down next to each other. "Antonio, I think I know why you wanted me to be your sex teacher," I said, gazing into his eyes. "You feel safe with me. Yes?" The boy nodded, and wanted to say something else, but bit his tongue. "What is it?" I smiled. "You are, um . . . " he blushed and looked down at his lap. "What?? Come on, don't be shy!" "Um, you are very handsome." The boy used the same words he had used to describe his cousin. He was blushing furiously now, despite his honey-colored skin. "Well, thank you! Do you know what I think?" He looked at me with a quizzical smile. "I think you are very cute!" "Oh no, no," he shook his head in laughing protest. "Yes you are!" I insisted, giving him a quick little one-arm hug. There was a moment of silence between us. I decided to wait. More moments passed. I still held his hand. Finally I reached out and caressed his face. "Antonio, do you know what guys do when they have sex?" "Um, I think so. Maybe. Maybe I know some of it." "How do you know about it?" "My cousin told me some. And I watched -- on the computer." "Ah!" I chuckled. "And did you like what you saw?" The boy shrugged with an awkward grin. "Is there anything that scares you? You know, here at Young Lovers the men, the guests, will expect you to do -- everything." "I'm not scared. I just -- I don't know that much about what to do. And how it feels." "Shall I show you? Shall we start?" He shifted, blushed, licked his lips, and grinned a crooked grin. "OK. What -- what do I do?" "Usually the man will take the lead when you're with a guest, I think. So I'll take lead and you just do what I do. And when you have questions, please ask, OK?" "OK," he murmured. His awkwardness, his complete lack of pretense, made him adorable. "I like to show a boy not just that I think he's hot, but that I like him too. So I like to start by kissing. A kiss means, `I like you.' Just do what I do." I slowly leaned forward and touched my lips softly to his. I held them there a moment. His eyes closed almost immediately, and I thought to myself, "This is going to be so sweet." And it was. After a minute I extended the tip of my tongue and played it over his lips. The boy responded, doing the same to me. Before long we were kissing more deeply, our tongues twisting against each other, my hand cradling his head, his arm around my shoulders. The way he immediately melted into me with no resistance reminded me of Johnny. After a couple minutes of this I began to make love to his face, slowly dragging my lips over his cheeks, eyes, forehead, and chin, then kissing his nose and eyelids, then sucking his lower lip between my lips. All the while I caressed his thick hair and rubbed his scalp. Then I stopped. "You do it to me now," I said, rolling over onto my back. He propped himself up on his forearms with a smile and a look that said, "This is going to fun," and began imitating what I had done. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a few minutes of Antonio's inexperienced but soft and willing kisses. Finally I said, "Do you like that?" He nodded eagerly. "What if I kissed your body instead of your face?" His smile remained, but tensed a little. Of course he was still nervous about sex, even though he trusted me. It was to be expected. I was confident that by the end of the evening all nervousness and shyness would be a distant memory. "Sit up, Antonio." I reached out and pulled the sleeveless T-shirt over his head. I admired the cute tufts of brown hair in his armpits. Butch had made them the perfect size for the boy. I pulled off my own T-shirt as well and noticed the boy drinking in my body. I gently pushed him back onto the bed, then proceeded to work him over thoroughly. First I took my time working down his throat, nibbling his ears, tracing my lips along his still soft, hairless jawline, kissing his prominent Adam's apple, nuzzling the crook of his neck. I traced my fingertips along his bowed collarbones, then out to his slender shoulders. I made a trail of fluttery kisses down his breastbone, then drew my lips across his lightly muscled chest to a nipple. At the touch of my tongue he stiffened and yelped. I tongued the soft little little brown disc a minute and then took it between my teeth and gently tugged. The boy gasped and arched his back. I dragged my wet tongue slowly over the boy's chest, and as I did so I caressed his biceps and then gently raised his arms over his head. I buried my face in his armpit and, inhaling the aroma of boy musk, nibbled at the small patch of hair there. Unlike most boys he didn't squirm and giggle in ticklish distress. Instead he just sighed and allowed me to lick and nibble his sensitive flesh. Returning to his chest I worked his other side over in much the same way, then began nibbling slowly down his belly to his navel. As I nibbled and licked there I placed my hand at the snap of his jeans and then slowly slid my palm down until I cupped his bulging crotch. It radiated heat. Pressing downward a bit, I elicited a surprised grunt and felt hardness. I stopped then and, sliding up, I smiled at him affectionately and gave him a little kiss. "Good so far?" I asked. His big grin answered the question. "OK, now you!" I smiled, lying down on my back. I saw the boy swallow and hesitate as he gazed at my body. "Do whatever you want. Maybe the same things I did to you, or maybe different!" I closed my eyes and relaxed, curious to see what the boy would do, and completely at peace with whatever he chose. After a moment I felt his warm breath on my chest. Then his tongue swirled over a nipple, and then he bit my chest softly. I felt his hand creep tentatively over my belly, down to my waist, and then stop. I slid my hand over his and pulled it downward over my erection and held it there. When I released it he squeezed gently, then continued a rhythmic squeezing as he continued to nip my chest and belly. He eventually raised his head and began kissing my lips. He then probed deeply with his tongue, and I purred in encouragement as I swirled my tongue around his. Eventually I held his head in my hands, pulled it gently away and smiled at him. "You are a good kisser, Antonio!" He smiled back. "Thank you," he answered, rather daintily. "Now it's time for more," I announced. With that, I began removing the rest of my clothes. As I expected he would, he watched me like a hawk. His eyes were glued to my erection when I revealed it. I placed my hand affectionately on his shoulder. "Do you like my cock?" His eyes flicked up to me, then down to my erection, then up. He swallowed, embarrassed that I had noticed where his gaze had gone. I chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Don't be embarrassed! I like your cock very much!" He swallowed again, on his face a mixture of pride, uncertainty and shyness. I realized that the sooner we both were naked and getting past the talking stage the more quickly he would become comfortable, so I pushed him gently backward onto his back, then knelt beside him and began unbuttoning the fly of his brand new jeans. I squeezed his cock and, as if surprised, said, "Wow!" and fluttered my eyebrows up and down comically. He laughed a bit at that and propped himself up onto his elbows. I unzipped him and then began pulling his pants off. He raised his hips to help, and as I drew the jeans down I exposed the large bulge straining his snow-white briefs obscenely to one side. I quickly pulled his pants, shoes and socks off and then hooked my thumbs under the elastic of his briefs. I hesitated, grinning at him. He blushed and grinned back. He raised up again as I slowly peeled the garment down. His erection popped out, the head already straining out from its foreskin, sticky with precum and swollen with blood. "Beautiful," I murmured, sincerely. I gently traced all over the glans with my index finger. His belly muscles clenched at the sensation. Then I gripped his organ firmly and began stroking it up and down. He made a little noise, kind of a gurgle, and his eyes closed in pleasure. With my other hand I reached for his balls in their newly hairless sack. It was warm and moist. I caressed them gently as I stroked his meat. A couple of minutes passed, and I began gripping him harder, stroking a bit more roughly. He began hunching his hips a little in time with my stroking. "Is this what your cousin would do?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded, eyes still closed, teeth gritted. "Did he kiss you too?" He swallowed and nodded again. I began tenderly kissing him as I continued to firmly pound his warm, steel-hard cock. He responded urgently, gripping my shoulder with one arm and groaning a little. Suddenly I stopped. He looked questioningly at me. "You do it now," I said, rolling away a bit to give him access. He carefully took my cock and looked at it as he held it in his hand. "Do whatever you want, baby," I murmured, lying back and closing my eyes. In a moment I was shocked the feel his soft wet lips on my cockhead. Antonio's shyness seemed to have vanished! He obviously lacked cocksucking experience, kissing my cock as he had kissed my lips, but I nonetheless encouraged him with compliments and groans of pleasure. Gradually he was able to take the head into his mouth, but I could see he didn't really know what to do. Time for a demonstration. I gently pushed him off me, then flipped around and sucked the head of his straining cock into my mouth. He cried loudly, his whole body stiffening. I lashed his cockhead with my tongue as I jacked the slender shaft. Then, sucking hard, I slowly forced my lips down his shaft, two inches, then three, then four. His body thrashed under me. I could sense he was close. I came off him. "OK, now you," I instructed. The boy obeyed, breathing hard, all hesitation gone now. He began working my cock as I had done his. Satisfied that he was on the right track I twisted my body around and went back to sucking him too. I could taste the alkaline, slightly sweet flavor of his sticky precum as I sucked it off his warm cockhead. As I bobbed up and down on his cock I stroked his modest patch of pubes and then cupped his asscheek with one hand, squeezing the firm flesh as I rhythmically pulled his hip toward my mouth. I could feel the boy's eagerness as he sucked me too. We continued with this for several minutes, him grunting and squirming in evident pleasure, me giving occasional suggestions, like, "squeeze harder" and "no teeth!" Every time his orgasm seemed near I backed off. Again I felt a sudden swelling in the boy's cock. Quickly I pulled off him and squeezed his cock hard to keep him from cumming. I reversed position and took him in my arms. He looked at me, confused and panting. "Not yet," I chuckled, nuzzling his neck and then kissing his face. I felt the wet sticky head of his hot cock against my belly. Kissing my way down his body I got to his groin, then sat back on my heels. "Something new!" I announced with a smile. I grabbed his ankles and, bending his legs, slowly pushed them back until his knees were at his shoulders, his pliant young body effortlessly bending double. ` "Put your hands here, behind your knees," I instructed, getting him into position to have his ass licked. I spread his knees wider, then took a pillow and stuffed it under his mid-back. "Comfortable?" He nodded, but looked slightly perplexed. I could tell he had no idea what was coming. "Close your eyes now, and then tell me if you like this," I said. With that I pulled his cheeks open even farther and gazed at the boy's most vulnerable spot. Most boys' ass furrows shade into a darker color toward the anal opening, but not Antonio's. The pale honey color of his skin did not change from the curve of his lean buttocks all the way to the soft lips of his asshole. The crease was as hairless as an eight-year-old's, no doubt due to Butch's careful work. I pulled his cheeks open harder and the little rosebud winked open and then spasmed shut. I slowly eased forward and blew breath directly onto his hole. The boy gasped. I extended my tongue and placed the pointed tip directly on the shuttered opening. Then I began fluttering it rapidly up and down, but before I could even get underway eating his ass properly he clenched his cheeks shut and arched his back with a screech. Chuckling, I grabbed his hard cock with one hand and his nuts with the other and caressed them both. "Kind of a surprise, huh?" I asked. "What are you doing?" "Your cousin never did this to you?" He shook his head, an incredulous look on his face. "Lots of men are going to want to make love to you there, with their tongue, their fingers, and their cock. A boy's asshole is a very sexy and sensitive place. You have to relax and let yourself enjoy it. Ready to try again?" "OK," he replied, his voice a bit quavery. "Hold your ass open for me." The boy complied, so as I eased my tongue up against his hole again I was able to continue to play with his cock and balls too, figuring the pleasure would overcome whatever resistance he might be feeling to me eating his ass. Before long he was relaxed enough to allow me to lick his crack, his hole, and up onto his perineum without jerking away, and in fact he began to hunch his hips slightly toward me as I licked and nibbled. I nuzzled under the loose skin of his scrotum and then sucked one of his balls into my mouth. "AAAyiii," he cried as I tugged gently with my lips, pulling his testicle away from his body. I let it slip wetly from my mouth and then sucked the other one. Eventually my nose was pressed right up against the rigid root of his cock as I held both balls in my mouth. I worried them back and forth a bit. I heard the hissing intake of his breath, and his hands came into my hair. I drew my index finger slowly down the seam of his perineum and then began tickling his asshole with it, at the same time as I released his balls. I continued to drag my fingernail over the sensitive anal skin as I reached up with my other hand, bent his cock toward me, slid the velvet foreskin down and sucked the head into my mouth. I felt his legs go rigid as he gasped. After a minute of this I could feel he was approaching orgasm. Again I stopped. "OK Sexy, now reach over to that table there and grab that long plastic bottle. No, not that one, that's poppers. Yes, the brown one. It's called lube." I flipped the tube open and squeezed a gob of it into my palm. "Did you ever see this stuff before?" He shook his head no. "It's to make everything slippery. Feel it." He dipped his index finger into my palm and rubbed the lube between his finger and thumb. "It's the same stuff we used in your medical exam today. I'm gonna use it on your asshole. Just lie back down and relax." Gripping his cock firmly I ducked down and began working my tongue into his asshole more aggressively. Before long he was able to open up enough to let more than half my tongue in. I decided he was ready. With my other hand I slapped the gel against his hole and began working it an inch into his rectum. His hole opened like a little protesting mouth, raw and wet. Letting go of his cock I applied more gel to my fingers, coating my index and middle fingers liberally and then began worming them up into him. At first things went OK, but after about an inch he arched and pulled away from me with a soft yelp. "OK, just relax, I'll go slower," I murmured as soothingly as I could manage, given that my own cock was raging hard and had been demanding relief for a half hour or more. Several minutes passed with me carefully opening him up using lots of lube and plenty of affectionate caresses and gentle words. We got to the point where he was able to take one finger with no trouble and two fingers halfway before it got uncomfortable. "OK, that's good," I said. "If I was going to fuck you now we'd take some more time and open you up more so you could take my cock without too much pain, but I'm not allowed to fuck you . . . unfortunately!" I added with a grin. "Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, returning to his main theme. "Querido, I wish I could tell you no for sure. Some men are so skilled at opening a boy up that he only feels a little discomfort, and then before long, great pleasure. Other men either don't care about you or are so eager they don't take their time and it can hurt quite a lot. I hope you get a man who knows what he's doing." "Oh," he murmured, not very reassured. He hesitated. "I wish it was you." My heart was touched. I could tell it wasn't just his fear talking -- he had a genuine feeling for me. I was rapidly developing the same for him. Carefully I inserted my lubed index finger completely into him. Holding it there I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. "I wish it was too," I said, locking my eyes onto his. "But since it won't be let's just enjoy our time together, OK?" Keeping him locked to my eyes, I drew my finger out, then pushed in, then out, then in. His eyes half-closed, as he relaxed. I followed shortly with two fingers, and after a moment of tension I could feel something inside him let go, and he took them easily. Feeling his hot damp body around my fingers, his willing surrender to me, his innocence, at that moment, despite my sexual need, my greatest desire was to bring him pleasure. I sucked in the head of his cock, still semi-hard despite the occasional pain and discomfort I had been putting him through. Tonguing the head while pressing the foreskin downward with pursed lips I was quickly able to bring him back to full hardness. Once he was rigid and gasping I began rhythmically penetrating his ass in and out with my two fingers at the same time that I sucked down on him and then dragged my mouth back up his shaft. He had been intensely aroused for a long time without cumming -- an especially long time for a boy of his age and obvious inexperience. I knew it wouldn't be long. As my fingers dug repeatedly into his bowels and my mouth suctioned his cock hard his body began writhing, and his gasps and grunts became louder and more urgent. I tucked my free arm under him to better control his hips as they rose again and again to reach my sucking mouth. The slenderness of his body was such a turn-on. I jammed my fingers into him even harder and at a slightly different angle and apparently I hit his prostate just right, because at that he jerked his hips up as if he had been given an electric shock, yelled loudly, and began cumming furiously. The first shot went directly into my belly, but I immediately pulled part way off him so I could take the next three in my mouth. Thick and bleachy, it was mature semen, and it filled my mouth quickly and completely. I tugged at his balls and got a loud gasp and another slug of thick cum against my tongue. Then his hips slowed their writhing and his ejaculation trailed off into mere oozing. I luxuriated in the thought of holding the essence of Antonio in my mouth. I then began allowing my mouthful of juice to lave his cockhead, barely touching it with my lips. After a minute even this was too much for him, and, still breathing hard, he pushed gently at my shoulders to get me to stop. I swallowed and then slid up and held his sweaty body against me tenderly. I felt his rapid but gradually slowing heart beating against my chest. "Was that good, 'Tonio?" I whispered. "Yes, Mike. Good," he panted. "You took my fingers inside you very well. I think you are going to be very good at sex." "It felt so exciting when you -- when you fucked me with your fingers and sucked me. I never felt anything like that before." "Wait til it's a cock inside of you. It will be even better." "I hope so." "Time to rest a little now. Maybe we should have a little snack -- are you hungry? Lots of guys get hungry after sex." We raided the little refrigerator in the kitchenette and then happily munched cold chocolate chip cookies and swilled coke as we chatted. Now that he was over the sexual hurdle Antonio was positively chatty, and I learned a lot about him, his village, his family, and his cousin, with whom he was obviously in love. I found him to be a simple but not unintelligent boy with real curiosity about the whole Young Lovers operation. Some of his questions I was able to answer and others not. Eventually the talk got around to sex, about which he was also both very curious and, I thought, surprisingly ignorant for a 15-year-old. We looked at some video on my phone, and I showed him men rimming and having anal sex in various positions. He watched the screen avidly, and his cock began growing again. I found an excellent how-to video of cocksucking, in which there were close ups and slow motion takes of various techniques. As watched he would exclaim in surprise or chuckle in amusement. Other times he asked me questions, clearly wanting to know more about what to do when the time came. I let him hold the phone as he watched one lengthy video. I put one arm around his shoulders as we watched, and my other hand dropped to his lap and very gently fondled his erect cock and sweaty balls. Finally he put the phone down and turned to me. There was longing in his face. "What?" I asked. "Are you ready for more?" He nodded, a serious look on his face. "What do you want to do?" "I want to -- um -- to try sucking you really good. I want to learn to -- to take your cum in my mouth." "I want to feed you my cum, Antonio. Do you know why?" He shook his head no. "Because when I come in you and you swallow it, you'll have the -- the essence of me in you for good. You'll digest me and I'll be a part of you." I let him think about that a second. I could see by the expression on his face it was just dawning on him that sex could be a more serious thing than he had thought. "You are already a part of me now," I continued. "Your juice is in me. I'm no longer just me. I'm me-and-Antonio." His eyes closed languorously and his lips parted. I could see I had emotionally opened him up. I kissed him tenderly. His lips were soft and sweet. "Are you ready to make me a part of you?" He nodded. Putting my can of coke aside I caressed the back of his head and then slowly pressed him down into my lap, where my own cock was rock hard. He licked his lips and then slipped them over my cockhead. I gasped and murmured, "That's good, baby," fingering his hair encouragingly. Antonio had been an observant student. His technique was greatly improved over the sixty-nine we had engaged in earlier. For the next few minutes he worked my cock over almost like an expert, and at several points I had to gently pull him off to keep from cumming. "Not yet, not yet," I would whisper, half regretting it at the same time, but determined to allow the boy plenty of practice. Before long it became too awkward for him to blow me while sitting next to me, and he dropped to his knees on the floor between my legs. At that point he was able to really go into high gear. "Oh man!" I cried, no longer just trying to build his confidence but genuinely thrilled with pleasure. My hand clutched at his sweaty shoulders. Soon he began trying to deep throat me. After a few few false starts and a couple of choking fests he got the hang of it, and before long the feeling of the warm glove of his throat repeatedly closing around my cockhead brought me right to the edge. "Yeah, baby, that's so good," I gasped, fondling his ears and neck. He had begun jacking his own cock in time with the surging of his head down into my lap. The pleasure washed over me, and my eyes gazed at his slim shoulders working, the glistening of the muscles next to his spine as it sloped toward his little butt, his narrow, sexy waist, his pounding wrist, and suddenly I was there. "Here is comes! Take it in your mouth!" I cried, as the wave hit me. He wasn't quite fast enough, and he choked on the first blast. He gamely recovered and held my cockhead in his mouth as I came and came. I was so far gone into pleasure I gripped his hair with both hands and jammed him down onto me, still cumming, him choking again, still jacking his cock, then suddenly he was exploding too, and I felt a hot blast of boy cream on my leg as I fed the last blast of my cum into his still sucking mouth. His body banged against mine as he held my cock in my mouth and continued to come, grunting "MPH, MPH, MPH, MPH, MPH!" Finally he slowed, then stopped, and his chest collapsed onto my thighs, the side of his head resting against my softening but still enlarged cock. His back rose and fell quickly as he panted. I caressed his hair, his shoulders, and then bent forward and kissed his neck. "Magnificent," I murmured in his ear. "Your first guest will be a very lucky man!" He raised his sweaty face and smiled a beautiful, lazy smile. "Do you really think so?" "I know so!" I replied, kissing his nose. Antonio and I spent an hour or so just lounging in each other's arms talking. Then he wanted to watch some more videos. At first he watched part of a popular TV show and a couple of goofy You Tube videos, but before long he was back to the porn sites. Less than two hours after his third orgasm of the day he was hard and apparently ready for more. "Now that you've discovered sex you are making up for lost time!" I exclaimed, squeezing his erection. He grinned, then blushed and dropped his eyes. "Are you sure you won't -- you know -- change your mind?" I gazed deeply into his eyes. "'Tonio, I would love nothing better than to make love to your cute little ass, and put my sperm deep inside you." He gazed back at me in longing. "But that would be wrong. Young Lovers has been very good to me, and I promised them I would teach you everything but I wouldn't take your virginity. I will not break my promise. I'm sorry." I kissed him tenderly, and he replied with gusto, wrapping his arm around my neck and holding me tightly to him as we kissed. "There is one more thing, though," I mentioned once we had finally broken our heartfelt kiss. "What?" "Will you do something nice for me?" "What is it?" "Will you put your cock into me and fuck me?" He looked stunned. "Me?" "Of course!" "But -- I am the boy! You are the man!" "That doesn't matter! Besides, some men will want you to fuck them. Maybe it would be best to have a little experience -- it is not always so easy the first time!" But Antonio's first time it was easy -- very easy. His initial trepidation evaporated almost immediately, and with a little preparation and a bit of an introduction he fucked me beautifully, beginning slowly and gently, varying his pace, showing increasing confidence and mastery as he gained momentum, and eventually pounding me relentlessly as he gasped and panted. He even remembered to jack my cock to give me pleasure at the same time. Finally, when his orgasm hit, he yelled and cursed in Spanish and filled me with a fine load of cum. As we lay in each other's arms one more time, I kissed him gently, gazed into his eyes, and murmured, "Now I have a little bit of Antonio always in me." He giggled. "Won't it -- you know -- leak out?" "Sure, some will. But some will be soaked up and will be part of me. I like that thought!" He hugged me tight and murmured in my ear, "I like it too."