Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2019 21:26:26 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Back at the apartment all was silence. There was a large pile of bodies in the bed tangled in sheets. it looked like at least three boys, maybe more. I recognized Johnny' long locks trailing over somebody's arm and a black leg sticking out from under a sheet. I slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible and showered. I noticed as the water cascaded over me that it felt oddly oily, and I realized that although I felt pretty normal the drug, whatever it was, was not completely out of my system. As I toweled off the door swung open a few inches and Johnny's grinning face poked in. I motioned from him to come in with a finger on my lips. He slipped in quietly, enjoying the furtiveness, his half hard cock swaying heavily in front of him. I sat down on the toilet lid, pulled the boy toward me, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He grabbed me in his arms and deepened the kiss passionately. Our lips finally parted. "You're really a good kisser," I whispered. He beamed with pleasure. "You're up early," I commented. "I couldn' sleep. I been waking up over and over." "Did you like your first day of school?" He gave a shrug. "Lotsa tests. But it was cool," he added with a grin. "Joon told me you didn't used to like school." "I liking it now," he answered. "I wanna go." "And Joon and Byron can help you if you don't understand your homework sometimes. Get your shower now -- I'm gonna see if I can get dressed without waking them up. Is it Joon and Byron in there?" "Omar too." "Interesting! He's kind of sexy, isn't he?" Johnny grinned and nodded. "Pretty straight, though!" I observed. Johnny gave a little chortle. "Not no more!" I slipped out of the bathroom as quietly as I could and managed to dress without waking the three sleeping boys. They were apparently like most teens, sleeping like logs in the morning. The cafeteria wasn't open yet so I went for a morning walk. It was never exactly cool on the island, but the morning air was soft and pleasant. Despite hours under the influence of an obvious hallucinogen, and very little sleep to boot, I felt unusually refreshed. I hoped to sit down with Alric and Kip and find out a lot about them, and so I was trying to formulate questions and followups in my mind, as I often do when I prepare for an important interview. But as I walked I found myself having difficulty getting into "reporter mode." My mind kept drifting back to my time in the cave with the twins, and to the strange but wonderful bond I had felt with them. I was still feeling it now, and I longed to held them and caress them. As my feet sank into the dewy turf and I made my way among the still silent cabins I wondered about myself. I was changing, I knew. The intensity of what I felt for Joon, and the shocking craving to dominate him. My deep compassion for sweet Jack. The ease and delight I'd felt initiating Donte and Antonio. And now the transcendent, almost spiritual connection I was feeling for Kip and Alric. All these things were new to me. Since I'd been on the island I'd thought little about my life back home. Now I wondered how I would ever fit back into my Manhattan lifestyle after all these experiences that felt so -- transformative. I chuckled to myself. How dramatic, I thought. Yet, I had to say, how true. Unfortunately, I was to be disappointed in my desire to spend more time that morning with Alric and Kip. I made it over to the cafeteria only a few minutes after it opened and lingered until breakfast was over and tables were being cleared, but the twins did not make an appearance. ***************************** I went to the gym and worked out, then caught up on some reading back at the now vacant apartment, and before long it was time for lunch. Then I spent a couple of hours after lunch catching up with Joe, my old college friend. It was great to see him, and of course we did a lot of reminiscing, full of the same good-natured ribbing that had been our main conversational style in the old days. Eventually he mentioned that sooner or later he would have to get on to some sort of project that had been awaiting his return from the States, so after much nostalgia I steered the conversation around to his work at Young Lovers. The first thing I was surprised to learn from Joe was that, in addition to recruiting boys to be sex partners with interested men, housing and feeding them, and giving them a good education, Young Lovers was also engaged in research that Jonathan had referred to in passing as "deep gene work." Apparently Joe was the lead researcher. "A few years ago a team I was working with at UT realized the implications of a breakthrough that has sparked a revolution in genetic research -- I'm sure you've heard about it." He went on to describe what in the popular media has come to be known as "frankensteining" -- the using of genetic engineering to splice altered genetic material into living human organs in order to change them in fundamental ways. "We realized that, by extracting tissue, altering it and then chemically treating it the speed of altering organ structure could be radically increased, in some cases by a factor of more than 100." "So what does that mean, exactly?" "Well, it means that the speed at which diseased hearts can be transformed into healthy hearts, just to take one example, can be done fast enough that people with end-stage heart disease can be saved before their bodies shut down." "Yeah, I've heard. But I guess that doesn't work equally well for all body parts, right?" "That's right. Most muscles, skin, and some internal organs have proven easy. Other organs -- specifically livers, pancreases, kidneys -- are somewhat more challenging. Bones are tough. And brains and sensory neurons -- still a complete mystery. That's why the research continues all over the U.S." "It's fascinating stuff -- but why is Young Lovers paying your salary? Why aren't you at Stanford or back at Texas or somewhere?" Joe frowned and ran fingers through his lank black hair. "Well, it's partly politics. Word's gotten out that I'm a boylover -- and the world of genetic research isn't exactly a hotbed of sexual progressivism. Grants have dried up -- the big foundations know that these new Asian boylove freedoms are still controversial, and they don't want to offend the feminists. So university research opportunities are limited, especially now that the techniques we developed at UT are becoming more commonplace in the States. Still, I can't complain. I have to admit that this is where I want to be. I'm not a go-go, get ahead, career guy at all -- I only need a lab and some assistants to do my work. I just like knowing I can help make boys as beautiful and sexy as possible." "So how does Young Lovers come into the picture?" "I guess they've always spent lots of time and money trying to find boys with -- uh -- body parts that are in demand. Up until recently they had scouts all over looking for boys. Lately it's been easier, I guess -- apparently the number of kids using the web to contact Young Lovers has just skyrocketed. The scouts now spend most of their time sorting through requests from all over the world. Evan's in charge of that process -- you've met him, right? So now finding a willing boy with a big dick or a cute smile or a beautifully shaped ass apparently isn't as hard as it used to be -- but finding boys that have all those things is still tough. And demand is growing -- fast. The more top quality boys they have the better they can compete with other bl organizations. So basically what we're working on here is moving away from finding them, and instead -- growing them!" This was astonishing. "Growing them? So you mean you take a regular boy and you splice, like, big dick genes into him and -- pow -- a boy with a big dick?" "Well, it's a little slower than `pow,' but yeah, that's the general idea." "Amazing. How far away are you from this?" "Who says it's far away? It's here now! There are boys at Young Lovers right now who have had some preliminary augmentation." I was openmouthed. "You're kidding!" "I'm not. Fortunately, penises are easy to augment, as are most other reproductive parts. They're actually pretty simple glands and organs. Musculature and facial features are harder, but we are making progress." "Can you give me a couple of names? I'd love to interview a boy who's had work done on him." "I'm not allowed to give out that information. When the boys agree to the procedure the agreement they sign stipulates their participation must remain anonymous." "Come on, Joe, just slip me one name! For old time's sake!" He grinned and shook his head. "If you remember the old times you also remember my nerdy ways! I was such a nerd back then I wouldn't even let you copy my paper for that lame microbiology class we were taking. Remember?" "Oh God, yes. So I can't break you?" "Nope. Still a nerd." "Well, what about numbers? There are, what, maybe 75-80 boys here? How many of them . . . " "That I can tell you." He turned to a laptop on his desk and made a quick search. "OK, right now we have 96 boys. Ninety-one are young lovers. At the moment five are playing the Game, but we don't augment them. Too much turnover. Of those 96 there have been 17 with penile augmentation and 30 who've had prostate work. We're just starting with testicular augmentation -- so far, only three. It's working quite well, we think. Additionally we've augmented 14 boys' skin, which is also fairly simple to work with." "Man!" I was still a bit in shock, but my reporter habits quickly kicked in. "Why prostate work?" "Ejaculate. It's been fairly easy to augment prostate glands to produce eight to ten times the usual volume of prostate fluid, which, as you know, is the main constituent of semen." "Which means when they cum . . ." "They cum gallons!" Joe smiled. Gallons. It struck me that was the same word Jack had proudly used to describe his own ejaculatory prowess. Was he augmented in some way? I made a mental note to find out. "So where are you guys going with this? What's the eventual goal?" "We don't have any plans for head to toe augmentation, if that's what you are asking. You'd have to ask Martin about this, but my guess is, it'll eventually be possible to augment each boy as part of the intake process. So just as now Butch decides stuff like longer hair or tanner skin, and Gino says, bigger deltoids or less body fat, they'll also be able to say, thicker dick or more pre-cum, or whatever." "So you'll basically be able to create the perfect boy every time." "Well, I hope not. When the staff has discussed the whole thing with Martin I've advocated forcefully for variety. `The perfect boy' implies there's a single ideal, a single prototype, that we'd use as a model every time. I think we all appreciate that there are many ways a boy can be attractive. I think -- I hope -- everyone in the organization agrees the last thing we want here is a bunch of clones." I nodded. "I've noticed sometimes a physical feature that's not attractive -- say, a large nose or eyes too close together -- can actually make boy sexier, even though he's not stereotypically beautiful." Joe nodded. "It's an important decision, though. Eventually the augmentation technology will become widely available. China is almost there, and there's a rumor North Korea has it already. Soon YL will have competitors that won't be so scrupulous -- no way to avoid it. There will definitely be some gorgeous clones out there. Well, not literally clones, of course, but boys augmented from hand to toe. You'll see it within three years, maybe less." I shook my head. "Man. A lot to think about." Joe shrugged. "It's just science." ********************************** Later that afternoon I was walking over to see Marco about the time classes got out for the day. By chance I glimpsed Jack some ways away, walking with Rondol and another boy I didn't know. I headed his way. He saw me approaching and gave me his huge, uninhibited grin. "Hi boys, how are you doing?" I asked. Jack gave me a big hug, and Rondol gave a smile and a nod. "Where you guys headed?" "The gym," the two answered in unison. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something, Jack." He looked at me expectantly. "I just met a little while ago with Mr. Collins -- do you know him? The lead genetic researcher?" "Um, no -- I've heard of him." "Anyway, he was telling me about the experiments they're doing with some of the boys here, and I was just wondering: are you by any chance -- uh, what do they call it? "Frankensteined?" "Yeah. There's another word--" "Augmented. You know about that huh? I don't think they usually tell people." "Well, you know I am a crack investigative reporter . . . " "Well, Mr. Reporter, maybe I am and maybe I'm not. I'll never tell!" I grinned at him and he grinned back as I kissed his button nose. The boys headed off in the direction of the gym. I called after him, "That's what you said about your age, but I finally found out! I'll get the truth out of you yet!" Jack turned and stuck out his tongue at me. ************************************** I got over to dinner fairly late and I had barely sat down with my food before Joon and Johnny walked into the cafeteria. As they walked in I noticed Johnny scanning the room. When he spotted me his face lit up with an excited smile and he gave me a big wave. I waved back and motioned to him to join me. Soon he and Joon had settled in at my table with steaming bowls of pho. I couldn't take my eyes off Johnny. The strange moustache that made his appearance so odd and confusing, along with the increasingly coarse hair on his cheeks and chin, were completely gone. He looked at least five years younger -- in fact, he looked his age, an adorable 13. He was beaming, his cute dimpled smile in full bloom, his eyes shining. He was bursting to say something, but was waiting for me to speak first. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "You look fantastic!" His grin broadened, if that were possible. "I looking normal now!" he replied. "No, you look much cuter than normal!" "Butch fix me up!" "I'm glad to see he left that sexy hair on your head the same. What do you think, Joon?" "You oughta see the rest of him," Joon offered. "Yeah?" "Show him, man," Joon challenged. Johnny looked around mischievously, scanning the crowded dining hall. Then he quickly rose and pushed his baggy shorts down which, as always, he wore without underwear. Gone was the large, adult-looking forest of pubic hair, and in its place was a neat little patch nestled above his big cock. It was more hair than most 13-year-olds have but still early adolescent in appearance. He drew his shorts back up quickly and sat back down. "Much better!" I crowed, and we grinned at each other. "You left some for decoration!" "Butch say this good." "He told him his dick's too thick to have a tiny bit of pubic hair, so he left more," Joon said. Then he sniffed, "He'd look better with none at all." "I think it's perfect," I proclaimed. "What about the rest?" The boy obediently doffed his T-shirt. The patch of hair on his sternum was completely gone, as was that pronounced trail of coarse hair diving down into his shorts from his navel. His overdeveloped musculature still made him look odd, but at least he now looked like a very muscular early teen -- like those kids you seen on Youtube videos who work out five hours a day -- not a complete freak. As pleased as I was by his new look, I was more gratified by the happy grin on his face as I scanned his torso. "I'm happy for you, Johnny," I said, placing my hand on his and gazing deeply at him. "I know this was important to you." Never one to allow my affection for other boys to go unsullied, Joon said, "Butch even got rid of the hair around his asshole. Now he's prime meat, ready for fucking." I gazed at Joon's scowling face a minute. "It's what he wanted," I asserted flatly. "Accept the fact that you're not the only guy he's gonna have sex with." He stared back defiantly for a moment, then dropped his gaze. I softened my voice. "When we love people we're happy to see them happy. Yes?" "Yes," he muttered after a moment. "Johnny, I'm happy you like your new look," I said to Joon, indicating that was what he should say to his little friend. He struggled silently with his pride. I waited. "Johnny, I'm happy you like your new look," he muttered, gazing at the food in front of him. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Look him in the eye and say it with sincerity, or so help me I'll rip your clothes off and fuck you right here in front of all these people!" He swallowed and was silent another moment, still struggling with himself. I hoped he would make the right choice -- I had made my threat without thinking, and I really didn't want to have to follow through. Finally he looked up at Johnny. "I'm sorry, man, I'm being an asshole. I just get jealous sometimes. I'm glad you got rid of all that hair. I know you hated it. You look -- you look really good." Some people would have been unmoved by what was obviously a forced compliment, but not Johnny. He was grateful for whatever crumbs his idol tossed his way. His eyes shone as he smiled back wordlessly at Joon. Then Joon added something all his own. "Tonight," he said softly. Johnny swallowed and his eyes swam with tears. He swung his legs back and forth nervously under his chair. "I'll be out this evening," I said, not having any idea where I'd be. Joon looked at me, and I gave him a small smile and nod of approval. "You'll have the place to yourself." "Byron coming for math," Johnny reminded Joon. "That shouldn't take long. He's doing better already," Joon replied, returning to his bowl of pho. The three of us ate in silence for several minutes. Then, in his typical manner, Johnny blurted out of nowhere, "Joon have a su'prise!" He grinned impishly while Joon looked pained. "Yeah?" I replied. "When do I get to know what it is?" "It's nothing," said Joon dismissively. "Later?" I asked. He shrugged and nodded, still looking uncomfortable. We were scarcely in the door of the apartment when Johnny, bursting with excitement, cried, "Sow him!" I looked from one to the other. Finally Joon began wordlessly stripping with his back to me. When naked he turned and faced me, arms extended out to the side, as if to say, "Here I am." His body was totally hairless. His three inch cock dangled from a pale white groin. His armpits were bare. His shins were as hairless as a child's. When I got over my shock I realized that, while I wasn't sure I thought it was an improvement, there was definitely something hot about it. "Every hair on my body," Joon declared. "For life." "Wow! Every hair?" In response he turned around, bent over, and spread his cheeks with his hands. His asshole winked open at me, surrounded by crinkled pink-gray skin and nothing else. I couldn't help but reach out and caress his crack with one finger. I then caressed his neck as he stood back up. "I can't wait to fuck you," I murmured, and then kissed him on the cheek. "Not tonight, though," he reminded me. "No. Tonight is Johnny's night." I smiled and ruffled Johnny's silky black hair. I looked back at Joon and shook my head with a smile. I wondered if he'd ever stop surprising me. Little did I know he'd have an even more dramatic surprise before too long. ******************************** The next day, after my morning walk, I was sitting in the cafeteria enjoying my first coffee of the day. I had spent an uneventful evening reading in a surprisingly well-stocked school library, which I had learned was open all night. When I left the apartment a few minutes before, the inert pile of boys I had encountered upon returning late the night before and had squeezed in next to for the rest of the night showed no sign of having moved. I hoped Johnny and Joon hadn't screwed themselves out so completely they'd miss class. I smiled to myself as I reflected on the fact that yesterday had been the first day in a couple of weeks that I hadn't had any sex at all. Even paradise has it's slow days, I concluded. It was a pleasure to just sit by myself, tropical sunlight slanting through the window and onto my table, and observe beautiful boy after beautiful boy coming in to breakfast, sometimes alone, more often in small groups. Some laughed and chattered but many were subdued, appearing half asleep. Since I'd been on the island I had wondered more than once how in the world these boys spent their evenings, and presumably much of their nights, engaged in every kind of sex and still got to class at 8 am five days a week. Not to mention getting any homework done. A tall Asian kid with black glasses and long hair wearing a half shirt exposing a six pack that made my stomach lurch . . . a skinny kid, maybe Puerto Rican, who bounced on the balls of his feet when he walked his cocky little walk, prodding the kid ahead of him in line to move faster . . . a dark skinned Indian boy with a gleaming smile that could power a small city . . . a muscular white kid wearing a wife beater and sporting such a bulge in his skin tight jeans I could see it from across the room . . . and then -- Kip and Alric! I hopped to my feet and walked over to where they waited in line. They saw me at the same moment and both beamed at me, then embraced me one after the other. "Hey, I missed you guys at breakfast yesterday!" I cried. "What happened?" They looked at each other as if trying to remember. Finally Kip said, "Oh yeah, we had a dorm mate who needed us." "Somebody needed a little juice from the god of love?" They both frowned and looked uncomfortable, Alric glancing at the boys standing nearest them, as if trying to gauge whether or not they'd heard. I appeared to have said something wrong. There was an awkward pause. "Um, a friend needed some help with his homework," said Kip finally. I wondered if he were telling the truth. His untroubled gaze betrayed nothing. I decided I needed to back off a bit. "If you guys have time I'd really enjoy asking you some questions. I'm over there at that table by the coffee bar. If you can't make it, though, it's cool." They both nodded vaguely, looking at each other again. I returned to my seat wondering how I'd blown it with these two apparently unflappable kids, and fully expecting they would find a reason not to come join me. So I was pleasantly surprised to see them head my way. Kip wore a headband around his forehead and a tight fitting sleeveless leather vest over his bare chest. I noticed again the small tattoo on one shoulder. Alric wore a tie-dye T-shirt. They both wore tight fitting jeans, Alric's with bell bottoms. They looked like a couple of teens fresh from the 1960's. As they sat down I noticed neither of them had much on their trays. "They don't let you have much breakfast, huh?" I asked. "Neither of you looks like you need to keep your weight down." Kip smiled. "Neither of us really eats that much. Most people eat way too much food." "Don't tell, but we usually give part of ours away," Alric whispered. I decided not to beat around the bush. "So I get the feeling I might have said something I shouldn't a minute ago." They looked at each other, then Kip fixed me with his serene gaze. "It's cool," he said. "We just don't like to make too much of a big deal about the whole god of love thing in front of people who won't understand." I wasn't sure what to make of this, but didn't press it. "Sorry, I didn't know." "Don't trip," said Alric, digging into his oatmeal. Once that was behind us the twins were a very cooperative interview and what I learned was fascinating. For one thing, I learned that Kip had gone for some augmentation, while Alric had had none. "Guys, they told me about the augmentation some of you boys have had. Is that what accounts for the differences between two identical twins?" Kip grinned. "Yep," he said. "I went for the max." "Big dick, brown skin," I said. "Extra cum too?" He laughed heartily. "No, that's all me!" "What about you, Alric? Didn't you want to get in on it?" He shook his head with a frown. "No. It's not natural." "Besides, Butch liked the idea of two identicals with opposite looks," Kip explained. "He thought it would be hot. That's why `Ric cut his hair." "Yours used to be long too?" I asked Alric. "Even longer than his. I don't miss it, though. This is easy care." He ran his hand through his inch-long hair. "If they figure out how to do more body parts will you get them done too?" I asked Kip. "I might get bigger balls," he smiled. "If I remember right, yours are pretty nice already!" I replied with a grin. He shrugged, his own grin widening. "No tattoo for you either, Alric? Not natural?" "Not really my thing." "Can I see?" I asked Kip, leaning forward. The boy extended a sinewy, honey-colored arm. The tattoo was of a yin-yang symbol inside a heart. "What does it mean?" I asked. "I don't know -- I just liked it." "Did your parents approve?" "It's just a tattoon. It'll wear off in a few months." He twisted his arm so he could examine it. "It's already a little faded from how it was at first." "I didn't realize they had such a thing. It's called a tattoon?" "Yeah. They do it just like a regular tattoo but the ink is different, so it doesn't last. Lots of guys have them these days." "I had no idea. Did you get it in the U.S.?" "No, here on the island. A couple months ago. There's a staff guy who does them. He's really talented." "Butch doesn't always approve, though," Alric added. "Interesting. So when you guys are with guests are you together? Like with that guy the other night?" "Usually," Kip replied. "YL doesn't charge guests extra for that." "Yeah. So it's like a two-for-one," Alric explained. "I bet that's popular." "We're usually busy five or six nights a week." "And on the other nights?" "Well, we do have other interests besides sex, you know," Alric said. "But we never go a whole day without some love." "Other boys?" "Other boys. Staff members." "Each other?" Kip and Alric both jerked their heads back and grimaced at once. "Eeew, NO!" Alric cried. "No way!" exclaimed Kip. I chuckled. "Hmm. So tell me, guys, what's your history? Where are you from?" "We grew up in Marin. Know where that is?" "North of San Francisco." "Mm-hm. We were raised by our granny," said Alric. "She's an old hippie," Kip added. "What happened to your parents?" "They died," Kip said. "Man, I'm sorry." "It's OK,'" he replied. "We never really knew them. And they probly wouldn't have been the best parents anyway, from what we heard. But our granny's a great parent. She's super cool." Alric added, "She taught us everything. Like that's where we got our bond with nature." "Plus that's how we learned the truth about love. She was in some free love commune or something back in the day. She knows that love and sex have to be free." "From what I've seen of you guys you seem to have super high self-esteem. That must be your granny's work." They both shrugged and smiled. "So you had a very openminded granny -- how did that get you from Marin county to Young Lovers?" "We were always, um, experimental, I guess you could say. Both of us were curious about love, even in elementary," began Kip. "Kip was doing this girl in our class when he was, like, eleven," grinned Alric. "She was into it!" Kip commented, his face surprisingly serious. "She blew me first! I'm the one who wanted to cuddle and stuff!" "Come on!" I exclaimed. "What eleven year old knows about blow jobs?" The boys looked at me like I was from Mars. Alric tried to be tactful. "I think it's probably changed a lot since you were, um . . . " he stopped, realizing he was close to calling me old. "Probably," I agreed. There was something about Kip's unsmiling face and soft voice that intrigued me. "Looking back that still bothers you." Kip looked at me steadily. "She didn't feel the love. She wanted -- something else." "Even back then your curiosity wasn't just sexual." "Course not. I don't think I understood what I wanted -- I mean, I was horny and all -- but when I didn't feel any love from her, it . . . I don't know . . . " he trailed off. "Was that your first experience with someone who didn't really understand?" He nodded slowly, a faraway look in his eyes. There was a silence. "What about you, Alric? Were you sexually precocious too?" "Does that mean did I do it when I was real young?" "Yeah." "Not as early as Kip." "Yeah, but when he started he didn't go for just any girl in the class," Kip chuckled. "No?" "Nope! He went for the teacher!" "No -- in the fifth grade?" Alric laughed. "No, no, I was a lot older." "Oh yeah, eighth!" crowed Kip. "Can you tell me about it? I mean, if it's too personal . . . " "No, I'll tell you." He paused. His brother jumped in. "His English teacher was hot for him! She just LOOOOOVED his writing -- he was SOOOOO talented!!" Kip teased. "Shut up," Alric grinned shyly. "Ackshally he is a really good writer. Anyway, she kept him after class for some extra help or something and . . . ." "One thing led to another?" I guessed. Alric nodded with an awkward smile. "Was she your first?" "Mm-hm. She taught me everything." "You did it a bunch of times?" "For like a half year. Til I graduated eighth." He looked me levelly in the eye. "She knew about love." "Wow. Ok, so you guys learned about love and sex real young. So how come you're here? Why aren't you spreading love and sperm all over San Rafael?" Kip smiled at that. "We met a guy." "A gay guy," Alric clarified. "He wanted me so bad," said Kip. "He thought he just wanted sex. He didn't know at first." "He didn't know what?" "What he really wanted." I lowered my voice. "Did you bring the god to him?" The boy gave me a smile I hadn't seen from him before -- small, mysterious, a bit wistful. "Yeah. Finally. The god -- took us both," he said softly. "Then what?" "Then he left." Kip swallowed. "Mm. Was that hard?" The boy's face said yes, but his voice said, "It had to happen." I let that alone. "Were there other guys?" "Yeah. For Alric too." "But no relationships that lasted?" "Not so far." "Not ever, maybe?" I risked. There was silence. "Maybe not." said Alric finally. "Hardly anybody gets it," said Kip. "They have to be . . . " "They have to learn. From somebody," Alric replied firmly. "From Alric and Kip?" They both looked at me. "Seems like it," said Kip. "Is that why you're here? To show them?" "People are just -- so full of . . ." Kip began. "So full of shame," finished Alric. "Guys don't get it. They think it's just our bodies they want. Just cock and ass." I smiled. "Well, maybe if your cocks and asses weren't so hot . . ." They smiled politely. "What about women? Seems like you guys are attracted to them too? Women usually understand that it's not just about cock and ass. And it sounds like you had a really good experience with your teacher." "Yeah. But it seems like -- I don't know -- we belong with guys more." Alric looked at Kip. His twin nodded. "`'Ric and I finally talked about it. We realized that it was gay guys who really needed us. We just needed to figure out how to get through to them." "So that's why you're here?" "Pretty much. Plus, we just like it. To be in a place where people are all looking for love, even if they don't know it. It's still better than anywhere else." "Just curious -- does it bother you that a lot of the guests are, like, pretty old and out of shape?" "It doesn't bother the god," said Alric quietly. Kip added, "Of course when we're just having fun with other boys, we enjoy the really hot ones a little more. And when we first meet a guest, if he's younger and better looking we like that, for sure. But really, we can enjoy sex with anybody. Women too, if there were any of them here. And when the god takes over . . . well, you know, don't you?" I smiled and nodded, although as I did so I thought to myself that I probably couldn't ever be possessed so completely by love that looks wouldn't matter to me. Maybe I had a lot more to learn. Maybe these boys were in some ways more advanced than I. ********************************** Despite my hopes that my arm had nothing more than a bruise from my little altercation with Joon a few days earlier, the pain that had mostly subsided returned that afternoon with a vengeance. It may have been my imagination but the spot where the weight struck me seemed a bit swollen. Probably I'd done something in the weight room to aggravate it, I reflected. Still, I decided to visit the infirmary and ask Lance to examine it. It turned out that I just had a severe bruise -- but my visit to the infirmary was productive nonetheless. When I arrived there was something of a wait and then the young man emerged and greeted me heartily. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Lots of business today." "Got some victims you're torturing?" "A couple of kids and a guest down with something flu-like. Getting them stabilized right now. And a kid with a scorpion sting -- they're pretty common down near the beach. What's going on?" I proceeded to show him my arm and tell him a greatly abbreviated story about what happened. He gently felt my arm, and then said, "We'll need an X-ray. We've got a machine here, but it will take me a little while to get to you. Why don't you wait in the back room? Tim can keep you company." "Who's Tim?" Lance smiled. "Kitchen helper -- decided to grab a red hot oven rack without oven mitts. Now he's got both hands bandaged up." "Sounds bad." "He was in a lot of pain when he first did it a couple days ago. Now he's just sick of sitting around. He's healing fine but I won't let him go back to his cabin until the wraps come off. He's the kind of guy who won't be able to keep out of stuff -- he's like 19 going on twelve. I don't want his hands to get infected, so I'm making him stay here to keep an eye on him. He'll probably be glad to have somebody to talk to." Indeed, charming young Tim did turn out to enjoy my company-- through not precisely the way Lance had predicted. When I entered the room he was sitting in a chair staring at a large video screen, watching porn. He looked about 16, rather short, sturdily built, with medium length light brown hair, a cute little nose, and a faint wash of freckles still visible under his tan. As a 19-year-old he would have aged out of Young Lovers, and I later learned from Evan that once had graduated he really had had no place to go and no plans for the future. He wound up applying for a staff position and had gotten one working in the kitchen. "Tim, this is Mike," said Lance. "He's waiting for some treatment -- why don't you keep him company for a little while?" Without thinking I extended a hand to the boy -- he shrugged and haplessly raised two bandaged hands to me in explanation. I chuckled and patted him on a muscular shoulder. "Nice to meet ya. Sorry about your hands." He smiled, "It's nothin.' I don't really need to be here. I'm not hurt that bad. It's like second degree burns." "Second degree burns are potentially serious, Tim," said Lance. "Mike, I'll be with you as soon as I can to get that X-ray. It might be as much as 45 minutes." I smiled and nodded as the young man left. I gestured to the screen, on which a large breasted woman was writhing as a naked young man sawed two fingers in and out between her legs. "Looks like you're desperate for entertainment. You couldn't find any gay porn?" The boy blushed a bit, but replied, "I'm straight. No more gay sex for me. I mean, I'm cool with it, it's just not me. All the time I was here I was wishin' for some pussy, man." "Looks like all you're gonna be doin' is wishing until those bandages come off." I took a chair next to him. "I know! I can't even jack off!" "How long since you hurt your hands?" "Um, it was Sunday." "Going on four days without cumming? That's unheard of around here!" "Shit, I know!" He squirmed and tried to tug a bit at the front of his jeans. I could see what looked like a very rigid dick jutting sideways at his crotch. I looked into his warm brown eyes. "So you're on staff, right?" I asked, glamoring him a little. "Do you get some time off to get over to Manila to get your needs met? I'm sure there's plenty of pussy available there." He licked his lips nervously and looked away. "I'm low man on the totem pole, I don't get much time off," he answered, a little too quickly. I wondered how straight this guy really was. "Are you a guest here?" he asked, changing the subject. "No, I'm a reporter. I'm doing a story on Young Lovers for a magazine." I named the magazine. "Have you heard of it?" "No," he laughed a little awkwardly. "Is it, like, a gay magazine?" "Yeah. So I guess a straight guy like you might not have seen it." He looked at me, trying to tell if I was being sarcastic. He licked his lips again, then returned his attention to the video. I watched it with him quietly for a few minutes, deciding on my approach. I couldn't ignore that rigid dick, and this kid was pretty cute too. Judging from the curve of his pecs and biceps under his tight T-shirt he had a great body, and he radiated horniness. Several times he shifted in his seat and rubbed at his crotch the best he could with his bandaged hands. The guy was now fucking the woman on the screen. The camera panned in close on his rigid dick slowly entering her pussy time and again, alternating with shots of her heaving breasts and apparently ecstatic facial expressions. I could hear Tim breathing heavily next to me. It was time. "Hey man, want me to help you out?" I asked, placing my hand firmly on his cock. He jumped at my contact with him, and looked at me wordlessly. "It's OK, I'm the gay one," I said with a smile. "You're just a guy who needs some help getting off." I squeezed cock. His lips parted and eyes narrowed a tiny bit. I could see he would be putty in my hands. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He made no move to stop me. His cock strained against the white of his briefs. I squeezed it harder and he gasped a bit. "Lift up," I murmured, and he quickly complied, raising his small butt. I slipped both his jeans and his briefs down, pulling the elastic out so it wouldn't catch on his cock. His organ sprang upward strongly, six inches of straining reddened lust. I grabbed it near the head and squeezed hard. His eyes closed for a moment and he grunted softly. Gripping his cock firmly I rubbed my thumb roughly over the head, wiping a couple drops of precum around his glans slowly. Then I began jacking him, going very slowly and alternating between a light, feathery touch and firm, commanding strokes. Very soon he began hunching his hips upward to meet each down stroke. His breathing became still heavier. His cock was blazing hot in my fist. He gazed at the scene on the screen in front of him as I mauled his cock. I dropped to my knee in front of him to get a better angle and gripped his hairless balls gently with my other hand. I began squeezing them carefully in rhythm with my strokes of his cock., I watched his face -- eyes closed now, mouth open, head rolling a bit from side to side, he had already surrendered completely to the experience. The porn was forgotten. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Want me to suck you?" Without opening his eyes he murmured, "Yeah." I stroked some more. "But what are you going to do for me?" I eventually asked. He opened his eyes and gazed at me a bit dreamily. "I don't know. What do you want me to do?" "Whatever I say." He swallowed. "You're not gonna tell me?" "No. You're just gonna do what I tell you to do. No questions asked." He frowned, sat up a bit, and came out of his pleasure haze. "No way. I don't even know you! You might want me to do something really gay." I stopped jacking him but kept my hands on his cock and balls. "I'm sure you've done plenty of gay stuff since you've been here, straight guy. You used to be a fuckboy, right? I won't do any crazy stuff to you. I won't hurt you. I just think you're really hot, and I definitely want you." I stroked his cock slowly, gripping him very firmly. "Don't you think this would feel even better if I lubed you up with some spit?" He swallowed, still eying me. "I guess." He was so hot to cum he didn't even feign indifference well. I decided to call his bluff. I let go of him. His reddened organ waved a bit in the air, as if searching for my hand. "Well, I guess you're not really that into it. That's OK. We can just watch the video. You've gone this long without cumming I guess you can go longer." "No! Um . . . " His face looked urgent, and I could see him fighting with himself. I got up and sat back down next to him, quickly unzipped my pants and pushed them and my briefs down. My cock waved in the air too. I grabbed his cock again. I caressed his cock and quietly said, "Take a good look at my cock, Tim." That didn't seem too hard for him -- he eyed it, and I noticed his gaze lingered more than it needed to. I jacked him in silence for a minute. "Now look at me." My voice was gentle but commanding. He looked up, and I locked onto his gaze. I kept caressing and stroking him. He held my gaze the whole time. He was uncomfortable but didn't look away. I had him. "I'm gonna suck you now. Then you're gonna suck me." Without waiting for a reply I bent and took his glans wetly into my mouth, running my tongue over the rim rapidly. "Aaahhh," he cried, sliding down a little in the chair. Dropping down farther onto his hot meat I took most of it down my throat, then came off and began licking and kissing the sides of his shaft, getting it nice and wet. Then I took the first three inches into my mouth and sucked hard up and down, up and down, while gripping the base of his cock with my thumb and forefinger and sliding them up and down too in time with my sucking. He squirmed and gasped, and hunched up against me over and over. I could taste his sharp, slightly acrid precum and smell the musty odor of his crotch. Finally I sat up, put my hand on the back of his neck, and gently pulled him down. "Your turn," I said firmly, playing with his cock with my other hand. There was some resistance for a second, and then he gave in, bent down and sucked my glans into his mouth. He began moving up and down, acceptably if not terribly skillfully, but I didn't care, feeling thrilled by the boy's submission to me. I caressed his silky hair and his small ears, and murmured encouraging words. Eventually he came off me and sat up. "Come on, man, I really need to cum!" he pleaded. "But if I let you cum you'll stop sucking me!" I protested with a little smile. "Just keep going -- it won't be long." "Don't cum in my mouth. It's nasty," "I'll cum anywhere I feel like. Now suck!" I ordered, easing his head down. He made an obligatory noise of resistance but sucked me back in. He began bobbing faster. It was actually getting pretty good, but the angle was a bit awkward, and I knew it was going to take forever for me to cum in this position. I let go of his cock, eased his head off me, then stood up, propped one leg up into the seat of my chair, and gently pulled Tim's head toward my groin. Without resistance he leaned forward and and sucked me in again. In this position I could thrust into the young man's mouth and even down his throat, and I did so with increasing force. Soon I was getting close. "Ah, yeah, baby. Now I'm gonna pull part way out, and you tongue the head of my cock." The boy complied, though a bit clumsily. I gripped his hair more roughly as I felt my orgasm approach. Suddenly, without warming, I began cumming in his mouth, holding his head firmly with both hands so he didn't pull off. He gagged and struggled, but I didn't let him go until I was done. Then, without giving him a chance to complain or even react to what I'd done, I immediately knelt and went down on him again, laving his cock with my squirming tongue. I noticed that, however straight Tim might be, sucking me certainly hadn't softened his erection any. He gasped and seemed to like my technique just fine. I bobbed up and down very quickly, first my lips tucked behind the crown of his cock, then immediately my nose buried in his soft, wiry bush. I began fondling his balls as I bobbed. I kept at this for a couple of minutes, ignoring the increasing pain in my jaw. Suddenly his balls began drawing up toward the root of his cock and his organ swelled. I immediately pulled off. I had decided I wanted to bring him off differently. I sat back down next to him, and with one arm encircled his shoulders while jacking him with the other hand. I knew he would come within seconds. I suddenly plunged my mouth down and crushed my lips to his. I worked my lips hard against his, trying to force his mouth open. Just then his orgasm hit, and he involuntarily opened his mouth with a little grunt. I stuck in my tongue while gripping and tugging hard on his raging, spewing erection. He gasped into me, and I could taste the remainder of my cum. His strong body writhed in the chair against me, and I could feel warm juice splatter my forearm. I kept pounding him ruthlessly as long as he kept grunting and groaning. More juice shot onto my wrist. Finally his body stilled and I felt his organ begin to soften. He was gasping against me. I drew my hand away and caressed his cheek while still chewing on his lips and tongue. He offered no resistance, and in fact chewed and sucked back. Finally I drew back. His eyes were glazed and defenseless. "That was good, baby," I said softly, and kissed his nose. "I'm gonna be here on the island at least a few more days, and before I leave I'm gonna fuck you. I'm in the apartment by the big hibiscus hedge. When you're ready to get fucked just show up after dinner." He began to protest but I stilled him with two fingers on his lips. "Ssshhh. I know you're hot for pussy. I'm not saying you're gay. But don't deny it -- you need a man to fuck you too. That's why a cute guy like you, who can get plenty of pussy, came to Young Lovers the first place, regardless of what you told yourself. That's why you're still here even though you've graduated and past the age when boys leave. You've stayed. You've stayed because you need cock." "I don't need to get fucked! I--" "You don't need it right now because you've just cum. But soon you will. Just come on by. We'll have a drink, I'll give you a nice massage . . . maybe I can arrange for you to fuck a cute boy or two yourself." Before the boy could reply the door swung open. "Well, well!" cried Lance. "Tim did a great job of keeping me company!" I grinned, pulling up my shorts and shoving my feet back into my flip flops. The boy sat there helplessly, his softening cock drooling silver onto his thigh and his clothes puddled at his feet. "I'm ready when you are," the P.A. said. I turned to Tim. "Stand up," I ordered. When he did so I knelt and pulled up his briefs and jeans and fastened them. I stooped and kissed the still somewhat stunned boy, patted his crotch affectionately, and said, "It was great to meet you and play around a little bit, Tim. When you're ready for something more, just come on by." He said nothing but just stared, and I caressed his cheek and hair, then turned and left with Lance. As I walked out the door I could still hear the moans and groans of the couple banging away on the screen.