Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2018 07:15:04 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: Young Lovers, Chapter 2 A word to readers about computer language: I know nothing about it. I just know what stories I want to write. Following instructions from Nifty I tried to send Chapter 1 in a form people could enjoy by converting it to HTML, but it turned out messy and hard to read. I'm sending Chapter 2 using RichText, which is the format I originally wrote it in. I hope it's better for you to read. If it's unreadable too, I guess I will have to give up, although I have many more chapters to send. I really hope it works this time. Chapter 2 "Well, it sounds like it was pretty intense with you and Jack last night. Seems like you got the closure you wanted." "It was a pretty great thing, Marco. It's closure -- but something has opened up too, for both of us." "Careful, Mike. One of the common hazards of being a guest here is falling in love, sometimes pretty fast and pretty hard. Don't let it happen. It never ends well. It sounds harsh, but these kids are professionals, prostitutes, at least at this point in their lives. They aren't here to fall in love. They're here to work and they're bound here by their contracts." Instantly there were about four things I wanted to say to dispute where he was coming from, but I decided to let it drop. "Thanks for the advice," I said, unconvincingly, I'm sure. I had already decided to seek out Jack later on that day to make sure he was doing OK after what I was sure must have felt like a very confusing time with me. The relentlessly cheery Marco moved on to tonight's guest. "I think you'll find your boy tonight very different. If Jack is moody and complicated, Ace is as no-drama as they come. Of course, he's not actually a teen yet. Maybe the adolescent angst is yet to come." "So this is my pre-adolescent? My innocent?" "Well, yes and no. If by that, you mean your youngest, yes. He's 12. He can shoot and loves sex, but in some ways he's still a kid." "What's the no?" "Well, he's probably the most street-wise kid you'll meet here. Cool as a cucumber, down to earth, and knows exactly what he wants. I don't think I've ever seen him uncomfortable with other people. Unflappable." "Sounds remarkable. What's his story?" "Not that unusual, actually. Half Latin, half-white, drug addicted mother, no father, ran the streets from the time he was six or seven, cut school, petty crime. Then he discovered the video arcades of Miami." "Where the pedos discovered him." "He's a very, very hot little guy, so with his looks and that sort of little-but-tough vibe I guess he was in high demand. Before he got ruined by too many hard fucks in cheap motels he found us. Or we found him. Wanna see a picture? "Sure -- but clothed. Seeing boys naked ahead of time takes some of the thrill away." Marco cocked his head at me. "Interesting! OK sure." He flipped open his laptop, made a few clicks, and spun it around so I could see. The kid on the screen looking back was breathtaking. Yes, very cute. Yes, in a few years he's be handsome as hell. And sexy? Oh my. Ferocious eyes that won me over in a second. Small features. Little, almost wolfish ears. A wisp of a suggestion of a puberty moustache. Deeply tanned skin; even in a photograph you could see that it had that velvet, near translucent glow that only very young teen complexions have. Over his ears his black hair was cut fairly short, but the rest was very long, pulled back into a ponytail. Scarlet lips slightly parted, as if about to say something. His body leaning slightly forward, as if about to move. I would later learn that Ace was a boy in seemingly perpetual movement, and even sitting for a picture he was -- dynamic. "Wow," I said. "He's even better in person." Marco smiled. "He's only been here a couple of months, and I think he's one of the two or three littlest guys here, but he's absolutely at home. He is so self-possessed the other kids have immediately accepted him. There hasn't been a whiff of that let's-pick-on-the-runt thing that we often have to nip in the bud." "He's real small?" "Well, he's twelve. Actually, he's probably about typical size for that age. Maybe 4 feet 9 or 10, 80 or 90 pounds, I'd guess." "Well, he may have been around the block and be self-confident but I'm thinking I'll still be gentle with him. He probably needs a lot more than just sex." Marco cocked his head at me again. "That's kind of your thing, isn't it? The `more than just sex?'" I had to grin ruefully. "I guess so." He shook his head. "OK, but with Ace, if you try to baby him too much I'm guessing he'll set you straight!" "Oh no, no, no," I protested. "What?" "One thing I'll never be is straight!" ********************************************************************* By the time I had finished with Marco and interviewed a couple of customers I found strolling the grounds it was lunchtime. Standing in the cafeteria line I looked around for Jack but didn't see him. It was quite a sizable building; my first time there, at breakfast the day before when it was filled with boys, guests and staff, it had hit me for the first time what a big operation Young Lovers was. I found a seat at a small table in one corner so I had a view of the whole place, and I waited for Jack as I ate my raisin and banana oatmeal and sipped my coffee. It wasn't long before classes let out and boys began coming in to eat. Soon Jack walked in, in the company of two other boys. I noticed that, as each of them came up to the clerk at the head of the tray line he showed some sort of card, which the clerk scanned into a machine before they could get their food. I was later to learn that the cards held data on the breakfast each boy was to get, individualized to give him just the right number of calories and no more. Young Lovers was very focused on keeping each boy's body perfect, and apparently that meant not one superfluous calorie. It explained why, on the small refrigerator in my kitchenette, there was a sign saying, "Guests, food and drink in your apartment are complimentary for you. Please do not give boys food or drink." It was hard for me to imagine very many guests turning down a pleading boy's puppy dog eyes as he begged for a coke or some cookies, especially if the man was fingering a hard teen cock at the same time. After Jack and his friends had passed through one of the two lines and gotten their food they sat not too far from me. Jack was seated at an angle where he couldn't really see me. I couldn't tell for sure but he seemed subdued. Maybe just not a morning person, I thought. Although, come to think of it, it was nearly afternoon. Once I'd finished eating I went to get another cup of coffee and on my way back walked a bit out of my way to pass his table. I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up quickly. "Hey," I smiled. "Hi," he replied. He didn't smile, and his eyes searched my face. "How ya doin'?'" I asked. "Um, fine." "Tell you what. I'm sittin' over there," I gestured. "When you're done here why don't you stop by and chat a minute?" "Um, OK," he replied, his shoulder-length mane whipping around as he turned to see my table. I gave him what I hope was a reassuring squeeze, smiled at the other two boys, and went back to where I was seated. Two minutes later Jack was there. "Hey can I tell you something?" I began as he swung into a chair opposite. "What?" "You're the hottest boy in here," I grinned. He smiled, but still looked wary. "So have you been thinking about last night?" He gazed at me, then nodded. "I have too." I let that sink in. "I'd like to see you again. Would you like that?" He slowly nodded and gave a small smile. "I think I'm kinda busy for awhile, though." "Yeah, me too. They've got me assigned to a bunch of different boys." I watched something -- maybe sadness -- pass over his adorable face at that. He nodded and looked down. "Tell you what. If it turns out you've got some time in the next week -- evening, after school, weekend, whenever -- and you'd like to get together, just give me a call. You know the room number. Hopefully I'll be free." "Um, we aren't allowed to make calls. Only guests and the staff." "OK, well just come by then, or catch me in here." He paused. "What, um, will we do?" He searched my face. His open earnestness was so touching. "I honestly don't know," I answered. I actually didn't know -- I just knew I needed to connect again with him in some way. "But whatever it is, it will feel -- I don't know -- like you'll be able to tell that I really care for you. Maybe we'll have sex, or maybe we'll talk. Maybe we'll play dominoes." He laughed that tinkling little chortle I remembered from our plane ride. Then his face became serious. "Can we, um, take a shower again?" "Oh, without a doubt. I'd really like that," I smiled. "Me too," he said softly. I reached out my hand. "Is it a deal?" I think I just wanted an excuse to touch him. He clasped my hand and shook it. "It's a deal." For the first time that day he gave me his full thousand-watt smile. My heart leaped into my throat at his beauty. ********************************************************************* I answered the door and there was Ace. Looking me right in the eye, chomping on a wad of gum, he stuck out his hand. "Hey." "Hey yourself," I answered, shaking it. He grasped it briefly then marched into the room and plopped down on the couch. "Got a coke?" I chuckled. Even though the boys weren't supposed to take advantage of the snacks in the guests' rooms I decided to indulge this kid. "Yeah, I guess. Let me see." I found a couple in the small fridge, popped one open for myself and handed him the other one. He grabbed it and shook it vigorously. "What are you doing?" I exclaimed. "This is how I like coke,' he answered. He carefully stuck his gum onto the edge of the coffee table, then put his mouth by the opening of the can, somehow popped the top and drank up the brown soda as it burst from the can, without spilling more than a drop or two. He belched loudly and wiped his mouth. His red lips were wet as he looked me over. One leg jiggled rapidly up and down. "We gonna fuck, or what?" he asked. Marco was right -- cool as a cucumber. "You in a hurry?" "No." He looked around the room. "Got any video games?" Smiling to myself I searched the cabinet near the TV monitor. I pulled one out and tossed it to him. "How's this one?" I asked, knowing it was old and would be viewed by many teens as an antique unworthy of their attention. He looked at it. "OK," he answered, and, after popping his gum back into his mouth, got up to stick the game into the console. Was he oblivious to the unfashionable nature of this game? No, I decided. He just didn't care. "Am I going to play you, or are you going to just play online?" I asked. "Doesn't matter. You can play." For the next half hour or so Ace and I competed with each other in destroying monsters and outwitting opposition robots. It was fun, mostly watching the kid bounce up and down with excitement and then frown with ferocious intensity as he concentrated. I had assumed he would leave me in his dust, but I managed surprisingly well, losing but by a respectable score. "I'm afraid you're too good for me, Ace," I set the controller aside. A thought struck me. "Is that how you got your name? Cause you're an ace at video games?" "Naw. I got it from this guy who used to like me. I like it so I kept it," he chomped. He tossed aside his own controller, stood up and stretched, and then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, dropped to the floor and started doing pushups. "When I think of an ace I think of someone who's the very best. The top gun. What are you the very best at?" He flopped down prone. "I don't know. Nothing I guess." There wasn't a trace of sadness or self-pity in his voice -- he was simply stating a fact as he saw it. Then he rolled over and jumped to his feet, all in one motion. "Well, you're quite a sexy-looking guy. Are you an ace at being sexy?" I assumed this would provoke at least a smile. The boy just eyed me, his brows furrowing in a ferocious frown. "Maybe. I don't know." I looked him over. His long, long ponytail was indescribably sexy. He wore a wife beater style undershirt that showed off thin brown arms. His bright red pants were skin tight, as I was learning was universal among the boys on the island. He was so delicious, and all the more so because he seemed completely lacking in self-consciousness. "Come over here," I motioned. He obeyed, and stood before me. "What do you wanna do? Shall I strip?" he asked. "You know what I wonder, Ace? I wonder if anyone ever asks you that. I wonder if anybody ever wants to do what you want to do." He chomped silently for a moment, then looked at me, then shrugged. "I like a lot of stuff." I was getting the feeling that one or two moments was about all the thought he ever gave to anything. This kid, whatever his other virtues, was not a thinker. "Tell you what. This is what I want to do. I want to try thing one at a time and I want you to let me know if you don't like it, if you do like it, or if you REALLY like it. Will you do that?" "Sure," he replied, his black brows pinched together and frowning almost painfully. I continued, "When you like it, say yes, and when you don't, say no." "What if I really like it?" "Then yell YESS! " I laughed. He grinned. "And then, after we do one thing I like, then we'll do one thing you choose. OK?" He frowned a moment, then nodded. I hesitated. "We gonna start?" he asked. I began pulling his undershirt over his head, and he raised his arms in cooperation. As I expected he had no hair under his arms. Tossing the shirt aside I leaned forward and slowly sucked a nipple into my mouth. I heard a sigh and then he murmured, "Yesss." I gripped his torso to steady him; under his soft skin his body was as rigid as steel, and so hot I almost pulled my hands away. I gnawed on his nipple and drew from him another breathy "Yes." For a few more moments I chewed on first one nipple, then the other, and I began stroking his hard, lean little body. Then I stopped and sat back. "Now what do YOU want?" He sat down. His glassy eyes refocused, and he continued to chew his gum rapidly. "Don't know," he answered. I wondered if this boy had a sex drive yet. Maybe he really just wanted to play like the kid he still was, and sex was just something he had always done just to go along with men. "I think I'm going to just sit here and wait until you decide. And then, when you do something, I'll be the one who says no, or yes, or YES!!" A smile passed over his face, and then the ferocious frown returned. He thought a minute. "Take your shirt off," he finally said. Hs legs bounced up and down rapidly. This kid was a ball of nervous energy. I quickly complied. He leaned forward and began sucking my nipple. Of course it felt good, but I found myself wondering if he really had the urge to do this or if he was just aping me. After a minute I stopped him. "OK, my turn." He waited. His little red mouth hung slightly open, and his breath seemed to come a trifle faster. "Stand up," I placed my palm flat against his chest and then slowly dragged it downward over his flat, undefined belly to the top of this fire engine red pants, and then down farther, until I cupped his crotch. I was delighted to feel a hard little rod there. I closed my fingers over it and squeezed it firmly. He closed his eyes. "Yes," he whispered. Slowly but firmly I drew two fingertips up and down the shaft, over and over. "Mmmm" the boy murmured. He swayed slightly from side to side as I stroked him. Finally I stopped. "OK, now you." His eyes popped open. There was no hesitation this time. "Take your cock out," he said. I stood and complied, taking off shoes, sox, pants and underwear. He gazed at my erection, which was already splitting hard. I'm sure he'd seen bigger and better, but he had no hesitation in reaching for it. He squeezed it once or twice and then, with no ceremony, took out his gum, stuck it on the table again, dropped to his knees and stuffed my cock into his mouth. "YES!" I shouted, as his tongue raced quickly and confidently up and down my shaft. I looked down at his face, his brows still intense and ferocious, his little mouth stretched wide, a bit of blush spreading a bit over his tan cheeks as he worked up and down. His tongue swirled around my cockhead, then he suctioned hard, then soft, then hard again. After a moment he'd accumulated a small pool of saliva and he gently laved my cock while allowing his saliva to coat it. He came off my cock altogether and licked the underside, then down onto my scrotum, then back up the shaft, then traced his tongue tip delicately over my corona. I don't know whether it was his great technique, or the sight of his sweet, sexy face, or the knowledge that he was kneeling and servicing me, but suddenly, unexpectedly, I was ready to blow. "Stop!" I cried. He looked up at me questioningly. I smiled unsteadily. "You're too good at that, man!' He seemed pleased. "Maybe that's what you're the ace at!" I exclaimed. "That's not what I'm the best at, though," he mentioned casually. Well, THAT was intriguing. "OK, but don't tell me what it is -- I want to discover it myself." He looked at me blankly. I was guessing -- and maybe hoping -- he's never had a customer quite like me. "My turn to choose," I said, looking at him with an exaggeratedly appraising gaze. "Are you wearing underwear?" He blinked. "Yeah." "OK, take your pants off but leave your underwear on." Ace complied quickly. His legs, though slim, seemed sturdy, and I noticed as he moved to take his second pantleg off that his little calf bulged nicely. HIs ass in his pure white briefs was firm and meaty -- certainly not big, but not tiny like Jack's had been either. He turned around and the sturdy bar he was sporting in front pushed his briefs out erotically. "OK, lie down on the couch, on your back." The boy complied. "Now spread your legs wide. Real wide." Reclined out on the couch, legs splayed obscenely wide over the arm and back of the couch, his little mouth open, his breath coming a bit hard, his ponytail bunched up behind him, he was sex personified. It was warm in the apartment, and there was a bit of a sheen forming over his chest, and some sweat was just beginning to moisten his upper lip. I was determined to restrain myself even though this boy was almost too delicious to resist. I wanted him bad, and completely. But I wanted him to want it too, and passionately. "I'm going to suck your balls, Ace." He started to remove his briefs but I stopped him. "No." I leaned forward and carefully stuck my face into his groin. I stuck my tongue out and licked his bare skin, right where the tendon stretched from his thigh into his abdomen. It was slightly moist and had that fresh sweat smell that can be intoxicating. I licked up and down, and then pulled the cloth gently back, exposing the edge of a dusky brown and wrinkled scrotum. I sucked the skin into my mouth and gently chewed on it. "Yes," he murmured. I pulled the cloth back more, stuck my face in a little farther, and found a surprisingly large testicle, about the size of a large olive. Carefully I licked it all over, tasting the salt from his sweat, loosening the sack slightly and then gently sucked it into my mouth. "MMMph," he murmured, shifting on the couch. I tugged slightly on his ball, then let it slide wetly from my mouth. Moving over to his other side I did the same there, licking, sucking, tugging, licking again. In the process I had to move his cock out of the way, which I did, gripping the shaft gently through his briefs. As I laved his scrotum I began gently, rhythmically squeezing. "Ummmm, yes," he said quietly, squirming more again and humping his hips slightly. I finally stopped and sat up. "OK, sexy," I breathed. "What's next.? He looked up at me, eyes hooded, panting. "I wanna cum," he said hoarsely. "Want me to suck you?" "Yeah," he breathed. "But you know it's better when you wait," I teased. He didn't appreciate my humor. "You said I could decide." "Absolutely right. Your wish is may command, little master." He grinned briefly at that, the settled back as I began the final act of stripping him. Objectively speaking, his cock was nothing special, four or four and a half inches long, with two little swirls of black hair that hadn't even come together yet above the base. It was rigid and brownish-purple. But it was the hottest thing in the universe for me right then. I leaned forward and, cupping his right cheek in my hand, pulled his hips toward me. With the tip of my tongue I licked all over the rosy head. Impatiently he squirmed and tried to thrust his cock into my mouth. Slowly I sucked the full length of him in, until my nose pressed against his bald pubic mound and I could feel the tickle of his pubic fluff on my cheeks. I pulled part way back and began squirming and churning my tongue all over the underside of his organ. "Oh, man . . . . ohhh . . . . .ohh." he breathed.. I pulled off. "Was that a `yes?'" "Yes," he moaned, as I slowly and firmly sucked him in again. He grabbed my head and began trying to thrust roughly. I pulled back, keeping just the head in my mouth. "Come ON!" he protested. "OK, have it your way,"I thought, and began rhythmically sucking. I gripped him very firmly with my lips as I slowly slid down, then pulled up quickly with very light pressure, over and over. He groaned and clutched my head harder, thrusting as if trying to reach my stomach with his cock. Before long he was there. I felt his cockhead swell slightly. "YAAAAAHHH! YAAHH! YAAHH! he cried, as thin, milky jism shot against the back of my throat and onto my tongue. With both hands I clutched his firm, flexing butt, ramming his hips into my face as I thrashed my tongue against him, trying to incite more semen. With a great sigh he finally pulled back from me and flopped down on the couch, eyes closed, spent. I waited a moment, then sat beside him. He opened his eyes, and I moved in to see how he would react to a kiss. He turned his face aside. So typical. Street boys would suck and fuck, let you tie them up, piss on them, do all kinds of crazy stuff -- but kissing? It was too mushy. Too intimate. Too much like the love they all craved. I chuckled and roughly mussed his hair, to show I wasn't upset. "OK, my turn," I cried. "You ready?" He blinked, then suddenly, as if arisen from the grave, quickly sat up, ready for whatever was next. "Turn over and get up on your hands and knees. I'm going to lick your butt." "Man, you like to lick stuff, huh?" he observed, as he got himself into position. I chuckled to myself and reached out to the perfection in front of me. The globes of his butt, small enough that I could grab each cheek with one hand , were soft yet firm to the touch. The honey colored skin felt like velour. His naturally brown skin made it seem as if he sunbathed in the nude. Did he? It was hard to imagine this little dynamo voluntarily lying still for any length of time. With my thumbs I gently stroked his cheeks several times where they curved inward to his hole. Then I spread them and exposed his hole. Tiny, wrinkled, pinkish gray. As I pulled more strongly a small red raw opening the size of a pencil eraser appeared. "Wow, Ace, your asshole is so tiny -- how does anyone put anything in there?" "Don't know," he mumbled. I leaned forward and gave him a tentative first lick. Hot, soft, muscular. Perfect. I licked a few more times, coming nearer to his crack. He arched his back and pushed his ass slightly toward me. I spread him open with both thumbs and licked right up into his crack. "Ummmmmmm," he murmured, pushing back more. Up and down up and down, up and down I licked, until my jaws began to ache. Then it was time for step two. Making my tongue into a spear I drove it right against his asshole. I don't actually much care for the smell of shit -- unlike sweat I I don't think it's sexy. Because Ace was obviously a boy of action and probably not much given to fastidiousness I half expected his hole to be unpleasant but, as I later learned, the boys at Young Lovers are always scrupulously clean, and Ace was no exception. Except for a little sweat there wasn't much smell at all, and I drove my tongue against his hole with enthusiasm. At first there was no entry at all, but gradually, as I poked and licked and squirmed against his anus it began to respond a bit. The first half inch or so of my tongue gradually penetrated him. I decided he needed some fingering first. Pulling back, I wet my index finger and then pressed it gently against his anus. He pressed back against me. I began alternately pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing, very gradually increasing the pressure, until finally my fingertip slipped inside. I continued pressing and releasing until I had slid my finger in to the second joint. I wiggled it a little bit and Ace murmured something. Then I began pressing the side of my finger against the sides of his hole, first left, then right, then up, then down, seeking to enlarge the hole a bit. Finally satisfied, I slowly withdrew. The I leaned forward and began tonguing again. This time he was looser, and I was able to get nearly half the length of my tongue in, and as I wormed it around he began wiggling and gasping. I reached around in front and, sure enough, he was already hard again. I was hard too, and began stroking myself to get as close as I could to the edge without going over. I managed to position myself so that I could ram my tongue into Ace, stroke his steel hard cock, and also stroke my own. At first it was difficult but I finally stopped thinking and just relaxed into the incredible pleasure. I had decided I didn't want to come yet or for Ace to cum again yet either, so after I had really opened him up and he was almost panting with desire, I pulled my tongue out of him. "OK, your turn Ace." The boy turned around to face me. He was breathing hard, and his eyes were half-closed. Oh, this boy had a sex drive, alright. "What do you want to do?" I asked. He licked his lips. I could tell he had something in mind. He didn't speak. I gently caressed his cock. He finally murmured, "I like it when guys jack off in my face. And then rub it all around." For the first time his voice sounded shy, subdued. Now we had gotten to something real. "That sounds great," I encouraged him. "I can't wait!" We shifted position so he was sitting on the couch and I stood in front of him. I put one foot up on the couch and drew my hips close to his face. He leaned in. I looked down at his sexy little face, eyes sweetly closed, his taut body, one leg bouncing rapidly up and down. I would be perpetually hard if I spent much time around Ace, I mused. I fisted my cock and rubbed it against his cheek, his nose, his pursed lips. A small amount of precum smeared his chin. He leaned in and rubbed against my cock. He reminded me of a cat, leaning in to get his ears scratched. As I continued to rub my cock around his face I had the other hand on the back of his head. I gently scratched his head, but I also gripped him firmly, wanting him to feel I was in control. It felt like that was what he needed and, let's face it, I liked the feeling too! Stroking my cock, rubbing it over Ace's smooth skin, looking at that face, ferocious frown finally gone, lips slightly parted, I got hotter and hotter. I rubbed my purple head over his lips and he parted them. I slipped the head into his mouth just an inch, and he immediately licked it over and over. "Yeah baby, lick it," I murmured. He mumbled something. "Huh?" I replied, half out of it myself by this time. "Am I your little stud?" I smiled to myself. "You're my little stud, baby. My hot little fuckboy." "Mmmm," he replied, redoubling his efforts licking me. He was jerking his own cock now. I pulled his arm away. "Don't, little stud. I don't want you to come yet." A whining noise came from his throat, but he kept licking and sucking. With one hand I continued to hold the back of his head and with the other I began stroking my cock, from the base to just below the head, as Ace continued to attack my cockhead with ever-increasing vigor. "Yeah, baby. You do that great. You're such a fucking little stud." He wrapped his arms around me and slowly began easing my whole cock in, making urgent little grunting noises. Inch after inch until I was almost buried in him. His eyes were closed and his face looked blissful. I was close. "Get ready, Ace. Get ready baby." He pulled back until just my head was in his mouth, took a deep breath, and furiously whipped his tongue around and around it. "SHIIIIT," I cried. With one hand I gripped a fistful of his hair and with the other pulled my cock from his mouth and began jacking violently. Ace was gasping, eyes closed, chest heaving, lips parted, ready. "AAAAH!!! AAAAHHHH!" The first blast caught him square on his forehead, and the second went up his nose. "SHIIIIT! FUCK! AAAHHH!!" The third shot splattered on his mouth, the fourth against his cheek. His beautiful little face, so fucking hot and so fucking young, kept leaning in for more. He was driving me out of my mind, and I just kept cumming. "OHHHH, yeah, little stud, yeah, take it!" I cried as I began to smear the goo over his cheeks, mouth, chin, forehead, closed eyes. He opened his mouth and I fucked my still dripping cock halfway down his throat. As I pulled out he licked a gob of jism off it and coated his lips with it. Again and again I massaged his face with my slowly deflating cock. He was making tiny whining sounds -- I thought again of an eager puppy. Ace seemed very contented, as he rocked back and forth slightly, sitting on his heels, still smearing himself with my cockhead. "Look at me, Ace," I said. I was still panting from the force of one of the most powerful orgasms I could remember. The boy looked up. Cum dripped from his nose like snot. Yes, he was beautiful. I knelt and held his head in my hands. "I know maybe you don't want to do this. Will you do it for me please?" "What?" he panted. "I'm gonna go real slow. Don't be scared." He frowned and stared. Very slowly I approached him. When my face was less than a foot from his i whispered, "Lick your lips and make them soft." His little red tongue darted out. I closed the gap and, as gently as I possibly could, I placed my lips on his. I felt him stiffen a moment, then gradually relax. I carefully stuck my own tongue between my lips and licked his. Then I trapped his upper lip between my lips and pulled gently. I moved my lips side to side a bit. He did not pull away. I took my lips away, reached around him, and gently drew his hot, hard little body against mine. He didn't embrace me back, but neither did he resist at all. In fact, he sort of relaxed against me. I held for a few moments. I sat back. "Your face is kind of a mess, Ace," I chuckled. He looked at me, face softer now, less intense. I leaned forward and licked his cheek where my cum was beginning to dry. Then I licked up his nose. "EEEwww," he exclaimed, pulling away. I chuckled, pulled him toward me, and continued to lick his face until it was clean of my cum. "There. Now you look handsome again." He blinked, then grabbed his cock. "I still need to cum." "I know, Ace. I'm thinking now's the time. We both need some sleep. I want you to have a good cum. So here's my last instruction." The boy waited. "I want you to fuck me." The boy gave me a blank look. "Huh?" "I really want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock ramming into me." He continued to frown intensely. "I think you're actually a pretty butch guy, a pretty masculine guy, even though you're still young. I think you're a natural fucker. I think it's about time you've had your chance. I bet you've never done it before, right?" "No," he answered hoarsely. "It's time. So think about all the ways you've been fucked -- on your back, doggie style, face down, sideways, standing up, whatever way. Then think, what would be the hottest way to do it? If you were the top, if you were in charge, what turns you on the most? Tell me what it is." He thought a moment. His eyes were glazed. "Doggie style. On the bed." An impulse came over me. "Is that how your friend used to do you? The one that gave you your name?" His face wavered but he didn't drop his eyes. "Yeah." "Then I'd be happy -- almost, like, honored -- for you to fuck me like that." He stared off into space for a second, perhaps lost in memory. Then he snapped back. "OK," he frowned, then half-smiled, then frowned again. "Let's go into the bedroom." Before I could even rise he hopped up and darted into the other room. I followed him and got some lube from the nightstand. While Ace stroked his cock -- by now almost violently purple and actually leaking a little precum -- I lubed myself up well. "Here, let me put some of this on you." I filled my hand with a big gob and very gently caressed his cock with it. He flinched and gave a sigh. He was really close to cumming. Suddenly I grabbed his cock and yanked it downward sharply. "AAAAhhh! Man, why'd you do that?! Shit!" "Sorry. That will keep you from cumming for awhile. I want you to enjoy your fuck, not cum in 15 seconds." He gave me a wounded look and held his cock. "Shit," he said again. "You never did that before to slow yourself down?" "No!" he cried indignantly. "Well, now you know another trick." He still started at me unhappily. I caressed his head. "Forgive me?" He just frowned. I took his cock in my hand gently. "OK, let me apologize to it." I bent and gently kissed his cockhead, lube and all. Then I pushed him gently down on the bed and kissed his body all over -- his narrow, flat belly, his tiny nipples, his bowed collarbones. I nuzzled his neck and he twisted away as he stifled a giggle. I looked down at him. "OK, Ace, I want that hard cock of yours inside me now." He looked up at me and frowned that intense, sexy, ubiquitous Ace frown. I knelt on the bed, spread my knees wide, and rested my head on my folded arms. He got up behind me and I could feel him kneeling between my legs. I didn't expect any foreplay and wasn't surprised when I immediately felt his cockhead probing my cleft, searching for my hole. "A little higher," I suggested. After another moment of unsuccessful probing I reached around, felt for his cock, and moved it into position the best I could. Eventually he found the spot. "OK, do it how you want, little stud. This is your first fuck so do whatever turns you on the most." With a grunt he began pushing and I could feel his hot steely rod penetrating me. He didn't stop until he was all the way in, and he sighed a long "aaaaaaahhhhhhh." He pulled almost all the way out, and as he pushed in again I tightened my ass muscles to give him maximum pleasure. "Ohh, man," he breathed. "Feels good, baby. Fuck me!" And fuck me he did. I don't know whether or not anyone had ever fucked him with technique and control, but he certainly didn't have either one as he fucked me. He immediately began pounding me with long strokes, and just kept ramming at the same pace. "Huh, huh, huh," he chanted, his body thrashing more erratically as he became more swept away by his feelings. "Ohh, that's so good baby," I encouraged him. Even though I couldn't see him, in my mind's eye I imagined this little man-child, hotter than a firecracker, lean brown body whipping in and out, little ass tucking and flexing, ponytail bobbing, lips puled back in a grimace of passion. He gasped and moaned. "Harder, Ace! Give it to me as hard as you can. You won't hurt me -- come on!" I cried, hoping to bring him still greater excitement. He redoubled his efforts, crying "YAH!! YAH!! YAH!!" with every hard thrust. Being fucked is not usually my thing, but there was something unexpectedly exciting about giving this boy this pleasure. Amazingly, my cock was getting hard again, more from the thought of what was happening and my imagining his body than the actual physical pleasure of the fuck. I thrust harder back against his every thrust. He was lasting longer than I'd expected, but before long he was there. ""SHIIIT!! he yelled, and I could feel him start to cum. "OH! OH! OH!" There was ecstasy and, almost, surprise in his voice as he shot his little load into me. "MMMmmmm," he moaned, as he slowed to a stop and collapsed on top of me. I flattened my self on the bed and we lay there together for awhile, motionless. My cock softened again. I felt complete peace. After a few minutes I needed to pee and tentatively moved a little. Ace was inert on top of me. Listening more attentively I noticed his deep, regular breathing. He'd fallen asleep on my back! Very carefully I eased out from under him and once he was lying on his side on the bed he grunted once rolled over and kept right on sleeping. After I got back from the bathroom I eased the covers aside as best I could, nudging him out of the way, again without waking him. This kid slept like a rock! I got under the sheet, pulled it over both of us, snuggled up to him and was very soon out like a light myself. Sometime during the night I woke up. Ace was no longer next to me. I got up, checked the bathroom, and looked around the apartment. Neither he nor his clothes were anywhere to be seen. Ace was gone.