Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2019 03:38:08 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 23 Chapter 23 The next morning I woke up early, and was surprised to see that Joon's usual spot in bed between Johnny and me was empty. I guessed he must have made a faster recovery than he seemed he would the day before. I lay in bed staring up at the rough wooden ceiling of the apartment and reflected back on the last two days. The time I spent in the chain room with Joon had been intense, overwhelmingly intense. The sex had probably been the most mind-blowing I'd ever had. And the emotions I had gone through, from anger to compassion to deep affection to a kind of peace I had never known before -- it had all been amazing. Then nurturing for him the next day, sucking him, bonding with him so deeply . . . I still felt -- shaken. I was discovering pieces of myself I just hadn't known about before. Johnny stirred on the other side of the bed. I reached for him and drew him to me. He came willingly, his eyes still closed in half-sleep. I cuddled him to me, and he flopped one leg over mine, tucked his head against my shoulder and fell back asleep instantly. His semi-hard cock was thick and hot against my hip. I caressed his hair and felt deep contentment. My life had never been so -- out of control, and yet, so full. Maybe it was Young Lovers that was changing me. Maybe it was being in this environment, where sex was everywhere. This environment where men came, hopeful, excited, searching -- for what? Sex, of course. But not just sex. That was just what they thought they wanted. Really, I reflected, it was for love -- love always lurking like an unfulfilled dream, a fantasy that still seemed possible, that resided deep within them, probably often unconsciously. The twins were right -- the god of love was here, casting his spell over this small island. A place that seemed merely mercenary, a place for boy prostitution, where money was traded for sex, where every night in cabin after cabin things happened that to many would have been immoral, sinful, disgusting. Yet it was here, of all places, that the god chose to preside. It was here where I had felt and given and received more love in a few weeks than in the previous -- how long? Year? Five years? I smiled to myself and bent and kissed Johnny's forehead. Life was good. I left Johnny asleep and headed to breakfast after a quick shower and cleanup. I'd assumed Joon would be at breakfast, but when he wasn't I just figured he was at the gym or the library. I was learning to accept that Joon's independence was part of his nature -- taking off without bothering to say anything was something he'd done more than once. Johnny, Byron and Byron's friend Omar eventually joined me for breakfast but soon they hurried off to stand in line for Sunday check. I spied Marco, Evan, and several other staff members still sitting over coffee and the remnants of breakfast at a nearby table, and I moved over to join them. "Is this company gossip or can anybody sit in?" I asked as I approached. "Pull up a chair," said Marco, shoving one out to me with his foot. Looking the group over I recognized young Tim, of the previously bandaged hands. "Tim!" I cried. "Got your hands back, I see!" "Yup!" he grinned, raising them for my inspection. I reached out my hand to one of the other young men, a nice looking Filipino with a dimpled grin. "I'm Mike." "John," he replied, grasping my hand, his grin widening. He allowed his gentle grip to linger a fraction before releasing my hand. I held his eyes with mine a moment. "Will," the other guy said, reaching out to me. "Will," I mused, shaking his hand. "Where have I heard that name before?" "Will Rogers? Will Jefferson? Will Clark?" "No, no. Here. At Young Lovers." I paused. "I dunno, it'll come to me." "So when are you guys leaving, John?" Marco asked. "Tree tomorrow apternoon, I tink," John replied. "Mike sayd de engine ting is pixed." "Somebody flying somewhere?" I asked. "Yeah, you might find this interesting. Evan is going over to Manila with John to find a new kid or two. There's been a steady uptick in business the last few weeks and we need some more boys. John is Mr. Reliable -- he always locates local talent." I eyed the Filipino boy, who gave me an even bigger grin, his dimples adorable. "So you find `em, eh John?" I asked. "What's your secret?" Judging from the soft black hair shadowing his chin and cheeks, and the fact that he was obviously a staff member, he had to be at least eighteen or nineteen, but, like many Filipinos, his manner was that of a younger boy. He shrugged and giggled. "I dunno!" "Maybe you'd like to see him in action," Marco suggested. "Want to keep them company?" "Sure -- sounds like it could be interesting." "Hey, can I go too?" Tim asked. I remembered his eagerness to get himself some pussy, and figured he saw his chance. "You're a working man, sonny," Marco grinned. "Maurice needs you in the kitchen." "I'll get LaShawn to take my shift. He owes me!" "Those late night blow jobs are paying off, I guess," Marco smirked. "Shit, I don't blow him." The boy looked irritated and embarrassed. Marco had a knack for getting under anybody's skin. I decided to bail the guy out. "Maybe John can find you a young lady too. What do you think, John?" He shrugged with his apparently perpetual grin. "Maybe!" "Fine with me if you OK it with Maurice," said Marco. "The plane holds six plus the pilot, so there's plenty of room." Tim was watching me; I couldn't make out what was behind his eyes. I had the feeling I was going to get a chance to find out more about what made this boy tick, and soon. **************************************** In the weeks I had been on the island I had been pretty religious about keeping fit -- the gym at least three times a week, pickup basketball whenever I could get a game, long walks, and if nothing else, pushups and situps in the apartment. By mid-afternoon I was in the mood for something different. I put on my trunks and headed for the pool. When I arrived school had just gotten out and there were only a couple of boys there, two kids I didn't know screwing around in the shallow end. I dove in and set out swimming laps. After eight strong laps I dialed back the effort and cruised for four more, then swam four more hard. Once I'd finished the last lap I propped my head on my arms poolside and drew a few breaths. My body felt good. I decided to take a break before finishing my workout, and pulled myself out of the water, found a lounge chair, and eased into it. There were several more boys in the pool now, and I decided to relax and enjoy the spectacle. All the boys seemed to be young. In he manner of kids everywhere the boys at Young Lovers tended to hang around in their free time with others about their age. Although I understood the dorms were integrated by age -- 12 year olds with 18-year-olds, for example -- those 12-and 13-year olds usually could be found spending their limited free time with their age mates. And some of these boys at the pool looked even younger. A couple of kids, slick and brown as otters as they cavorted in the water, didn't even look 12. One boy in particular attracted my attention with his gleeful shouts and glistening short curly black hair, his limbs light and his eyes bright. He was a whirlwind of activity. As I watched he climbed up the ladder out of the pool, chattering all the while to his companions, then shook himself like a dog emerging from a lake, water flying from his brown body. He took a few steps away from the pool and then suddenly bolted at top speed and flung himself carelessly in a sloppy dive back into the pool. He did this again and again. He looked about 13, or maybe a tall 12. At one point, as if to add variety, he leaped into the air and turned a somersault, landing on his back with a loud splash. As he emerged, grinning, I gave him a round of applause. He looked at me, his dimpled grin a mile wide, said something to his friends, and then began putting on a performance for me. He performed rowdy cannonballs, took a longer run and leaped much farther out into the center of the pool, and even launched himself backward into the water. Every once in awhile he couldn't suppress a quick glance of at me, making sure I was still watching, although otherwise ignoring my presence. Finally tired out, he came to the edge of the pool, treading water, now eying me steadily. I gestured him to come over to me. He pulled himself up out of the water, chest muscles straining, planting one surprisingly big foot on the pool's edge, then lifted his body clear, his long green plaid trunks showing a cute little bulge in front. He walked quickly to me and stood in front of me, droplets quivering on his skin. He waited, his grin unwavering. A second boy popped out of the water and joined us. "You're good! What's your name?" I asked. "Keoki," he answered, his voice reedy but unchanged. "A beautiful name for a beautiful boy. What about you?" I said to his shorter blond friend. "Michael!" "Michael! I've heard that all guys named Mike love sex!" I grinned. The boy grinned back, a bit awkwardly. "Ask me what my name is!" I said. "Um, what's your name?" "Mike!" I laughed. The boys both grinned. "You guys want a soda?" Keoki reached out as I pulled out a can from my little cooler. Mike looked around, obviously aware of the rules about junk food." "It's OK guys -- nobody will see us." "Doesn't matter," declared Keoki, taking the proffered can. "I'm not a fuckboy" It was strange and kind of hot to hear a boy as young as Keoki use such language so matter-of-factly. "No? Why are you here, then?" I asked, extending a second coke to Michael. "My dad works here. I live with him." "Who's you dad?" "Um, Ernie. He works over there," the boy gestured vaguely. "What does he do? Here, boys, sit!" I scooted my legs up so the two could sit at the foot of the lounge. Michael sat, while Keoki remained standing, chugging soda, his elegant head thrown back, his Adam's apple bobbing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "He does maintenance stuff." Though no one had said it to me I had been under the impression all the staff of Young Lovers were boylovers themselves. I wondered about this Ernie. "Yeah? What about your mom?" "She's gone," he answered cryptically, looking off in the distance, avoiding my gaze. I turned to his friend. "What about you, Michael?" Keoki snickered derisively. "He's a fuckboy!" "Shut up!" Michael replied with an awkward grin. "You're just jealous!" "Shoot, I ain't jealous! I don't have to do all that -- all that stuff with those guys." "Maybe you'd like it, Keoki," I advised. "Maybe you don't know what you're missing!" "Yup! He's a VIR-gin!" Michael taunted. "Shoot, I ain't a virgin!" Keoki frowned dismissively. His eyes flicked quickly to me and then away. "Aw man, you ARE!" Michael crowed. "Who you be doin' it with, then?" "Shoot," Keoki cried, and suddenly tossed his drink all over his friend. Michael cursed and proceeded to chase Keoki around the pool deck, both boys yelling and shrieking with laughter, before the taller boy dove into the water to escape. Michael dove in after him and the two proceeded to get into a vigorous water fight, having totally forgotten me. Or so I thought. Eventually my attention drifted to other boys -- to the sun glinting off honey-colored skin, fresh new pectorals dripping with water, skimpy speedos clinging to small, flexing butts. A brisk breeze cut the tropical heat a bit, and the sky was so blue it was almost unnatural. I closed my eyes and listened to the shouts and laughter of boys just into adolescence, one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and let the sun bake me. I think I must have dozed off a few minutes. And then, for some reason, my eyes popped open and there sitting on the turf near my lounge was Keoki, staring at me. I smiled at him and he smiled back, and ran his hand through his curls a bit self-consciously. "Hey there, handsome!" I said softly. He shook his head, pretending he didn't like that compliment, but the dazzling white of his smile gave away his true feelings. He really was beautiful, with small, delicate features, long eyelashes, and skin as glossy as milk chocolate. And that smile. I wondered about his ethnicity. The fineness of his features suggested Filipino or Polynesian blood, but that curly, nearly kinky hair made me think of a particularly beautiful African-American boy I had once known. "No more Michael?" "He had to go. He's got a guest." "And what about you?" He shrugged. "I don't gotta do anything." I took a chance. "You know," I said, in a suddenly intimate tone, "you were teasing Michael about being a fuckboy. But do you maybe, just a little tiny bit, wish you could be a fuckboy too?" A quick frown flickered over his face, then he ducked and shook his head no. I wasn't convinced. "I see a lot of the guys have left, cause they've got to get ready for dinner and then their guests. They're gonna be off making money and having some fun sex. But you're kind a left here by yourself, right?" The boy stared at he ground and said nothing, picking absently at his toes. "Just remember, Keoki. You're not a little boy any more. I can see that. And when boys start growing up every boy, no matter whether he admits it or not, needs a man." I waited, allowing what I was saying to sink in. "Sometimes the man might teach him stuff, help him, play ball with him. But the most important thing is, the man understands him and loves him." I waited. The boy still stared at the ground, frowning now in thought. "So," I finished up, "you should just ask yourself if deep down inside you need a man to help you grow up and make you strong. And if you do, then that's what sex can do for you. It can make the bond strong between you and a man." The boy still seemed lost in his own world. I stretched in an exaggerated way, communicating that the conversation was over. "Keoki." He looked up. "I'm in room number 15. Come by sometime if you want to talk. Or just hang out. OK?" The boy stared at me. "OK," he said softly. I could see I had gotten to him. ****************************** The entire day passed with no sight of Joon, and as the evening wore on I did begin to be a bit concerned. I distracted myself with some emails. Then there was a knock at the door and Byron walked into the apartment. "Hey Sexy," I greeted him. Byron smiled. " I got a message to you from Joon." "Yeah?" "Yeah. He says he's not going to be back tonight, but don't worry about him, he's fine." "OK . . . " "He also said to tell Johnny he has a surprise for him." "A surprise?" "You're gonna be surprised too," he chuckled. "So you know what it is. Is he staying with you?" Byron nodded. "Well don't fuck him -- he's kinda injured back there right now." "Shit, I never fuck that little bitch. Just that one time, that first night in your bedroom. He's too much of a MAN!" Byron exclaimed sarcastically. I chuckled. "You know Byron, you've kinda come a long way." "What do you mean?" "Just two weeks ago, or whenever it was I first met you, you were into that `I'm the big man' thing yourself. Now you're making fun of it in him, seeing how dumb it is. You're growing up." "Shit," he said, looking slightly embarrassed but not completely displeased. "And the thing is, now that you're not trying act like the big tough man, but just kind of being yourself, I actually see you as a young man, not a punk." He looked around the room as if looking for an escape route, now definitely embarrassed. "You know what I'd like?" I asked. "What?" "I'd like you to fuck me sometime, one man to another." He looked at me a second, then shook his head. "Shit," he muttered, as he took his leave. ******************************** The McDonald's was lit with the ghastly glare of bright fluorescent lighting, which illuminated garish colors all around us as John led us in. I briefly wondered why, with our time in Manila limited, we were going to spend it eating bad food, especially inasmuch as we'd had a full meal just before we'd left the island. But looking around I quickly understood. The place was packed, and the clientele was nearly all teens and pre-teens. And they were almost all male -- lounging in booths, leaning against tables, yelling back and forth across the restaurant in laughing Tagalog. The place vibrated with youthful energy. Apparently a favorite hangout, even at 10 pm on a Monday. I had experienced similar scenes before in many places -- Mexico City, Catania, Yangon. Adolescents out at night, always in the bright lights, hanging around, doing nothing, searching the streets, the crowds, the parks with their eyes, always looking, always searching for -- what? Something. Someone. Excitement. Thrills. The chance of something happening. Something new. Maybe dangerous. "Come on, we gotta order something," Evan said, motioning me to the counter. "You hungry?" "Not really," I replied, scanning the glowing menu board overhead and noticing some Philippine specialties mixed in with the usual favorites. "I guess I'll get a coke." A bored-looking girl gave us a barely tolerant look and took our orders. And then we waited. And waited. "American warmth and Filipino efficiency," Evan remarked. "Maybe American gays aren't the preferred customer base. Are our shoes not cool enough?" He snickered; we were both well aware of Asian teens' near-universal obsession with expensive basketball shoes. "Looks like John isn't wasting any time," I commented, watching the confident young man grin and joke his way into a large group of boys who had commandeered two nearby booths that were now littered with trash. Tim lingered mute at his side. Several kids joked boisterously with John. It was probably no accident that he wore his short-sleeved shirt open but for a single button, exposing sinewy dark brown musculature that gleamed in the harsh restaurant lighting. All eyes were on him. "Does he know these kids?" I wondered aloud. "I doubt it. That's just John. He could charm a lamppost." "Are they gay?" "They don't need to be. They're bored, horny and probably pretty poor. An ideal combination." Finally our orders came. "Shall we join them, or will that cramp his style?" I asked. Evan considered a moment and shrugged. "If he scores, the kid will need to see where the money's coming from. No point in us hiding." We joined John and Tim, and the older Filipino teen gestured emphatically to two of the smaller boys, indicating they should scoot closer together and make room for us. I'm not small and Evan is downright chunky but we managed to tuck ourselves into the booth in a space scarcely big enough for one of us. I wasn't complaining, as I pressed firmly up against the skinny warmth of a 13-year old, whose homely face broke into a sweet smile as he looked up at me. I smiled back and patted his bare bony knee in greeting. John indicated the two of us and said something in Tagalog. The kids all laughed and stared at us. They were grinning and a couple giggled behind their hands, but their faces were friendly and interested. John continued to talk. Suddenly something changed, and there was tension the air. One boy cracked a joke that provoked general laughter and seemed to break the tension. Then there was silence, as the boys looked at each other with grins that were slightly nervous and unsure but also seemed excited. The boy next to me fidgeted. A couple boys whispered together. "What's he saying?" I muttered to Evan. "No idea -- I don't speak any Tagalog. Maybe he's announced what we're doing here." Then one kid stood up, an older boy with long spiky hair and a rather elaborate earring, and immediately all the other boys crowed with laughter and called out comments. He grinned, and John rose too and said something that the boy seemed to like. Then the two of them headed toward the back of the restaurant together. "I think maybe they're headed to the bathroom," said Evan. "John's gonna check out the merchandise. Cute Filipino teens with tight bodies are a dime a dozen, but most of `em have small dicks. Guests pay the big bucks for big equipment. That's what we're here for." We waited for several minutes -- certainly a lot longer than a quick dick check should take. Finally the boy emerged, with John trailing after him, and I couldn't help but notice John's quick wipe of the mouth with the back of his hand. It appeared he'd been not just looking but sampling. The other Filipino boy returned to his friends with a shrug, as if to say," Well, I tried." Apparently he didn't have enough of what John was looking for. A few more minutes of conversation took place, this time in a slightly more subdued tone. I looked from one young brown face to another trying to figure out what was going on. Finally one kid stood up, said something to the group, and I realized with mild shock that the kid was a girl. She was dressed in a very boyish manner -- shapeless pants, a flannel shirt -- and wore her hair very short, but despite her ugly clothes I could see she was unmistakably a girl, and a rather pretty one at that. She was perhaps 17. She motioned to a second kid, and they left together. The group began break up at that point, with a couple of boys leaving and a couple more getting up to order more food. "What's happening, John?" Evan asked. "She know dis kid who, you know . . . " The boy grinned and flicked his eyebrows, as if to say, `he's really something!' "What about the first kid? You checked him out in the bathroom?" "Yup. Not big enough. Lotsa cum, dough!" he grinned. "He had a little tiny dick like yours?" Evan cracked, sounding a bit like Marco. John replied by leaning his chin in his hand with a grin, with one brown middle finger extended up toward his ear. We hung around with the Filipino teens for quite awhile, during which time Evan managed to rise greatly in popularity by treating everyone still present to a round of free food. Finally the little gal returned with two new boys in tow. One was a rather rather plain boy of about 14 with droopy eyes and a bowl haircut, and the other a somewhat younger kid with a beautiful heart-shaped face and the same haircut, possibly a brother or cousin of the first. The older kid, whose name turned out to be Alan, seemed to be the new candidate of interest, and the other was indeed his younger brother, Nelson, who apparently was just along for the ride. John and Alan wasted no time in visiting the bathroom. They returned just a minute later, and John's face wore a very different look this time. "He's good, Evan!" John exclaimed, some surprise in his face. "How good?" John grinned. "You'll see! We gonna visit his friend's house!" He indicated the girl, who sat watching us with an unreadable expression. A half hour later we arrived at a small, ratty looking apartment building next to a parking lot mostly full of old cars. The girl, whose name I had learned was Lily, led us into a cramped little studio that smelled of disinfectant. There were seven of us altogether; besides John, Evan and me there were Tim, Alan, Nelson, and Lily. The other kids had melted away quickly into the night once we'd left the McDonald's. There was little furniture in the place except for a couch that had seen better days and a king sized bed in the corner on the floor. I never did find out who all lived there, but Lily clearly was at home. She tossed her key onto a little table, said something to John, and went past the small kitchen to an even smaller bathroom. John turned and said something to Alan. The boy dropped his eyes and looked embarrassed. John repeated himself, a trifle more forcefully. Alan still did not respond. We all stood in awkward silence another minute. Then Lily emerged from the bathroom. She wore only bikini panties. She had quite a beautiful body, slender but not skinny, with long legs and surprisingly full breasts for a Filipina teen. We all watched her in silence as she walked over to Alan. I think we all were more or less stunned. She reached out to him and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him firmly toward her. The boy did not resist, eying her balefully. She gazed into his eyes a minute, her perpetually solemn face a mask. She then leaned forward and planted her lips on his while at the same time sliding her long-fingered hand slowly over his crotch. The boy flinched but did not pull away, and his eyes were closed as he kept his lips locked onto the girl. After another minute of this -- during which the rest of us stood transfixed -- the girl dropped to her knees and quickly began undoing the boy's shorts. Alan stood there, arms hanging limply at his sides, looking awkwardly around the room. With his baggy shorts puddled on the floor the front of his red and white bikini briefs bulged out in an unnaturally large lump. Lily raised her hand and briskly rubbed and tugged at him. Judging from Alan's reaction this was not a new thing -- he just looked down at her expressionlessly, as if this were something that happened every day. For all I knew it did. The girl stood and pulled off Alan's T-shirt, then proceeded to kiss him again, while this time plunging her hand into the front of his briefs and manipulating what she found there aggressively. Alan placed a limp hand on her shoulder and kissed her back rather passively. This certainly seemed like no big deal to the boy. Apparently at his young age he was already a sexual veteran. At some point Lily seemed to be satisfied with the extent of Alan's arousal. She broke her kiss, turned to John, gestured to Alan's now even more lewdly bulging briefs, and said something in Tagalog. John gave Alan an instruction, and the boy slowly skinned his briefs down and stepped out of them. Seven or eight hard, thick inches waved in front of him as he stooped, grabbed his briefs, and tossed them aside. His body was lean and undefined but the gentle curve of his thighs and the narrowness of his flat belly made my cock jump, and as I stared at the main attraction between his legs I got more and more aroused. As is often the case with slender boys, his narrow hips made his already large cock look positively immense. John broke the silence by cracking a joke. Everyone laughed except Lily, who seemed never to smile. Then John began disrobing. In no time he was naked, his own small brown erection plastered to his lower belly. He turned to the rest of us. "Come on, you too!" he gestured eagerly. "Less' go!" Evan and I looked at each other, shrugged, and began disrobing. Tim hesitated at first but then followed suit. In a moment every male but little Nelson had stripped, to my surprise. The little kid, wide eyed, took a seat on the floor against the wall. John pushed the rest of us over toward the bed. "Come on, come on, don' be shy! We all friens here!" Lily hit the light switch so only a table lamp and the bathroom light illuminated the room. Was this to be some kind of orgy? I had never encountered anything like this even in the gay world, let alone with a bunch of teenagers in Manila. I decided to just roll with it and see what happened. John scooted over to where Tim and I sat on the edge of the bed. "It's time, it's time!" he sang, somewhat mysteriously, and then proceeded to pull each of our heads to him and kiss us each in turn. That was when my Manila adventure kicked into high gear. We passed the entire night at Lily's place, never returning to our hotel. It was eight of the most exhausting, exciting and downright interesting hours I'd ever spent. Evan wasted no time making a move on John. At first Lily and Alan lay down together side by side, the lithe girl already hunching her hips against the younger boy, but before long Tim had made his way over to Lily's side of the bed and unceremoniously shoved Alan out of the way. I could see the muscular kid was going to punch his straight boy ticket, and I was content to watch -- at least for a little while. He started by tugging down her panties, and then stroking and caressing her ivory skin. Her now naked body squirmed at his touch. His cock strained upward from his groin but he showed considerable patience as he aroused the girl more and more. Eventually he began trailing his fingertips directly over her pussy, spreading the lips gently and caressing them slowly over and over. I was impressed by his restraint -- he showed sexual patience you rarely find in a guy so young, I thought to myself. "Fuck," Lily groaned. Tim then drew his fingertips up her flat adolescent belly and onto the soft mounds of her breasts. He circled her large pink nipples time and again. Then he leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. "Yeah," the girl breathed, bringing a long-fingered hand to the back of his head and caressing his hair. Tim drew his wet tongue over her areola, writhing in little circles. Then he began doing the same on the other side. Meanwhile he began sawing his fingers gently into her pussy. He would enter her with his index and middle fingers, slide them in all the way and then slowly grind his knuckle hard against her clit. "Yahh!" she gasped, arching her body and splaying her legs wider. "AAAhh!" Every time he did this her cry came louder. Finally she grasped at his shoulders frantically, urging him upward so he could penetrate her with his cock. The boy withdrew his fingers, but instead of fucking her he plunged his mouth down onto her. He dug his face into her pussy over and over again, his mouth plastered against her as she writhed and lunged, gasping constantly now. The girl raised her knees and gripped his head with her thighs. Tim's whole body began undulating, as he hunched his cock against the mattress. My cock was long since rock hard again, and I couldn't remain a spectator any longer. I knee walked over to them and began caressing Tim's small, muscular, clenching ass. When he writhed in such a way as to expose his crack a bit I slid my index finger between his hot, sweaty buns. His hips lurched more strongly at that. Would he get off on me penetrating him? I ran my finger firmly up and down until I found his hole, as he continued to hunch the bed. I pushed more strongly, and heard a muffled cry as I entered him a half inch or so. With my other hand I began massaging his sweaty back, kneading his small but powerful shoulders as they tensed and relaxed. Eventually I was able to enter him to the second knuckle, and so was able to push in and out slightly. His body gave a stronger lurch as he bowed his neck and really went to town in her pussy, and my finger popped out. With both hands I gripped his small, squirming ass and forced his buttocks apart with my thumbs. I plunged my face into his butt and squirmed my tongue against his hole. His hips jerked upward and I heard him moan more loudly as he chewed on the girl. After a jaw wrenching couple of minutes of this I tugged on his hips with both hands. He obligingly went up onto his knees, which he spread widely apart, as he continued to eat the girl out. At this angle it was easier on my jaw to eat his ass, which I resumed doing while caressing his balls in their warm, wrinkled sack. Then I grabbed his wagging, straining cock and squeezed hard. Stroking his raging organ with one hand, rolling his balls gently with the other and forcing my tongue a little ways farther up his chute, I felt in total possession of the boy. He was responding to all my ministrations, and at first didn't even slow down munching on Lily's pussy. Eventually, however, he came off her and groaned in response to my tugging harder on his ball sack. Sensing a change in mood I carefully pulled his torso upward and away from the girl, rolled him over, then lifted his legs and pushed his knees back to his ears. I then began slowly licking him, drawing my tongue up over his asslips, then the seam of his perineum, then his writhing balls, then the bulging cum tube of his engorged cock, and finally the inflamed head of his organ. In a few seconds Lily joined me, and as I returned my mouth to his sack and began licking his balls she slid her wet lips slowly over his cockhead and then descended, eventually taking all six of Tim's straining inches. Aa Lily began slowly sucking him up and down I returned to eating his hole, concentrating this time on getting him wet. I drooled more saliva into him, then massaged it into his now slightly gaping hole with my fingertip. Like all kids who had at one time been fuckboys at Young Lovers Tim had no anal hair, and his furrow was soft, smooth and damp. I entered him up to the second knuckle without much resistance. I began sawing in and out as I nuzzled and gently chewed his balls, my cheek occasionally bumping Lily's chin as she worked Tim's cock over. Finally Tim had had enough, and he pushed us off him. He squirmed to a sitting position, grabbed Lily and began pushing her onto her back. "Fuck me, baby. Give it to me," she breathed. Strangely I found myself noticing that her English was almost completely unaccented. Was she actually American born? If so, what was she doing here, in this place? And did she live here alone? I shook my head at the strange detours my mind would sometimes take in the middle of even the hottest sex. Tim clambered between the girl's spread legs, reached down for his cock, found her pussy with it, and slowly entered her. "Ahhhhhhhh," the girl gave a satisfied sigh as Tim tucked his hips firmly against hers with a grunt. He stayed motionless for a moment, then slowly began screwing her. I looked at his beautiful little alabaster ass and made up my mind. No matter how straight he pretended to himself he was, I was going to fuck him. I looked around the shadowy room for some lube, but all I saw were squirming bodies. Shrugging to myself I decided Tim was going to have to take me pretty dry. I took a minute to drool into my hand and got enough saliva to wet me a little bit as I caressed my cock with it. Judging from how frantically Tim was beginning to move in Lily I didn't have much time if I was going to fuck him before he came. I crawled forward, hands and knees on each side of the two bodies beneath me, but saw I wasn't going to be able to get my cock into him, so erratically was he hunching into the girl. I grabbed Tim's sweaty forehead and yanked it back forcibly, and whispered into his ear, "Hold still a minute." He did so, probably more in surprise than obedience. I pushed one asscheek aside and tucked my cockhead against his hole. "No!" he gasped, trying to squirm away. I pressed against him, and he continued to squirm. Then Lily saved the day. "Don't be such a pussy," she admonished. "Let him do you." Tim was still for a second, and in that moment of indecision I began pushing into him. "Shit, at least use some fucking lube!" Tim growled, using tough words to cover his acquiescence. I looked around. "Over by that guy's leg," Lily gestured, and I saw a large black tube rolling around next to John's squirming brown leg on the mattress nearby. I grabbed it and lubed myself and Tim, who was now waiting without resistance. I again nosed between the boy's cheeks and began pressing. "Ah, fuck!" Tim exclaimed, as my cockhead penetrated him. "Come on!" urged Lily, gripping Tim's biceps. "OK, shit," Tim gasped, struggling to accommodate me while withdrawing slightly from her. "Why you fightin' him, dude?" Lily persisted, apparently now determined that Tim should submit to me. "I'm not! Shit! I'm -- man, I'm not even that hard anymore!" "Shit," Lily muttered. I decided to take over. "It's OK, Lily, I'll take care of you," I said to the girl. I pulled away from Tim's asshole. "Tim, lie down on your back. Come on," I rolled the reluctant boy over. His softening cock lolled against his scrotum, dribbling precum. "Lily get on your hands and knees and suck him." "Gross!" exclaimed Tim. "You gonna do it?" "Shit," she snorted, contemptuous of his fastidiousness. Lily knelt over the boy and began licking his cock. This girl is alright, I thought to myself. I got to my knees behind Lily, reached between her legs and found her pussy. She twitched as I caressed the velvety skin with a fingernail. Then I carefully slipped my finger inside. She hunched her hips forward against my hand, and we quickly got into a rhythm, me sliding my finger into the slippery pulp of her pussy, then pulling nearly all the way out as she eased her hips backward. My cock was still hard and hot, and I couldn't ignore it for long. It had been awhile since I had screwed a girl, but there was something about Lily -- her lean boyishness, perhaps, and a kind of sultry intensity -- that turned me on. After a minute I tucked up behind the girl and eased my cock between her slender thighs. As she felt what I was doing she reached behind her, grabbed the side of my ass and pulled, encouraging me. I replaced my fingers in her wet hole with my cockhead. She came off Tim's now rapidly hardening cock long enough to say "yeah," her voice thick with passion. I placed my hands on her birdlike shoulders, got a firm but gentle grip, and then slowly pushed forward. She pushed back with equal ease, and then I was completely buried inside her. She grunted around Tim's cock. I must say that, though it was nothing like a tight boyhole, her pussy still felt pretty damn good around my hard cock. After a minute of hot fucking, enjoying the smooth slide into her guts and the eagerness of her response, I looked down at Tim. Lily was no longer blowing him, but just hanging her head, tossing it slowly from side to side, obviously totally into the pleasure of bring fucked. Meanwhile, Tim just lay quietly, and, in spite of the pleasure I was feeling, my heart was still touched by the look on his face. He seemed hurt and confused, and you could tell he didn't feel good about himself. The poor kid had just been trying to satisfy his sexual needs, to affirm his heterosexuality, coming off of who knows how much time spent having sex with men -- and instead of allowing that, I had taken Lily away fro him to satisfy my own lusts. I decided to try to get creative in order to help the kid out. "Hang on, Lily, let's see if we can get Tim on this too," I whispered in her ear. "You're so damn hot I don't want him to miss out." I rolled slowly onto my side, holding the girl to me, still fully inserted in her. "Hey Tim, let's try something." I said to the forlorn boy. "I don't want you to miss out. Come over here and lie down facing Lily." The boy hesitated a moment, then complied wordlessly. I could see neither he nor Lily had any idea what I was up to. "OK, now scoot up real close. That's it. Now Lily, you grab his cock and get him hard. I know you can do it -- I saw how you worked Alan over, and Tim's way hornier than he was." The girl grabbed Tim's cock -- still enlarged but soft and pliable -- and began to stroke him. Tim leaned forward and began kissing her. "That's it, Tim. You're hot to go, aren't you?" I caressed the back of the boy's head and massaged his neck and shoulders, while at the same time hunching my cock in and out of Lily as best as I could despite our awkward position. After a couple of minutes I reached down between them and felt Tim's cock in Lily's grip. It had hardened up again nicely. "Ok, now we're gonna do something I bet you guys have never tried. Lily, you're gonna take both Tim and me at the same time." Tim looked a bit stunned, but in his aroused condition I didn't think he'd raise any objections. Lily just murmured, "Wow." "So first, Lily, I'm gonna lift your upper leg up and away. OK, now Tim, you need to lube yourself up good. It's gonna be a tight fit at first." "Can you, like, open up enough?" he asked Lily, as he began caressing his organ with an entire palm full of lube. "Don't fuckin' know. I never did this before," she replied. Then, "Fuck, this is hot." Tim probed around with one hand guiding his cock, and I stopped moving, still most of the way into Lily's pussy. He eventually tucked his cockhead right at the base of my cock. "Hold her leg up." Tim complied, and I felt for his cock and adjusted it just slightly. It was slimy with lube, and burning hot. "Ok, now what we're gonna do is, you push your cock against mine while you slide up toward her pussy. I'm gonna pull almost all the way out, and you'll slide into her along the bottom of my cock." The boy didn't get it. He frowned. "Wait a minute . . . " I explained it again, but it was clear we needed to just learn by doing. "Come on, let's just try," cried Lily, hungry for more. "Ok, here we go now," I said. "Lily, try to relax. Remember, a whole baby can come out through you, so you can do it." She nodded, her lips pursed with determination. "Ok, Tim, go nice and slow," I said. I felt the rigid, warm slide of the boy's inflamed organ against the bottom of my cock as I carefully pulled a few inches out. As we moved I began kissing Lily's cheek and nibbling her ear. And then, on the very first try, it worked. With my glans poised just inside her pussy I felt Tim's organ ram against mine and then lurch in too. Lily flinched, then relaxed and sighed. "OK, a couple more inches, then stop," I murmured to Tim. When the boy complied, I began slowly pressing my cock back in. His cock began retreating. "No, no, stay in!" I cried. The boy gritted his teeth and held in place, as I forced my way all the way in. The tightness was unreal, the girl's body like a furnace around our cocks. "Ahhhh!" Tim threw his head back in pleasure and, I think, surprise. "Good huh?" I managed to gasp. The boy met my eyes. He had a crooked smile on his face. I wanted to kiss him then, but for his sake I didn't. "You OK, Lily?" She nodded. "Just -- I need a minute." "You got it, honey. Tim and I can wait -- right Tim?" The boy grinned some more. I caressed his neck and shoulder. "You're fucking hot!" I said with a grin. The boy smiled in spite of himself and shook his head sheepishly. In a minute, Lily said, "OK. Go slow." I looked at Tim. "I'm pulling nearly out, you go all the way in." He pursed his lips and slowly pushed as I pulled outward. The pleasure of the boy's cock dragging over mine in the grip of the girl's vagina was bizarre and intense. "Ok, now I go in, you come almost out." He complied, but accidentally slipped all the way out. Lily gave a grunt. "Ok, let's do it again. We'll get it." Sure enough, this time we got into a rhythm, and the boy and I sawed our slippery cocks against each other's for several increasingly intense minutes. The boy kissed Lily with more and more passion, as I alternately caressed the girl's nipples and Tim's sweaty neck and hair. My orgasm was hovering, almost like an apparition hanging in the hot, humid air above us. Our position was awkward and my shoulder was going numb, but I didn't care. Our cocks were inflamed, the girl was responding with more passion now, and I was, if indirectly, fucking a very sexy boy. I reached down and began fingering Lily's clit. She tossed her head back, thrashed her body against mine, and cried out. Tim and I speeded up our thrust and counterthrust, still managing to say in her. "Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah," the boy panted, gnawing and chewing on the girl's lips. I sawed my fingertip more violently against her clit. "Yah! Yah! Yah! AH! AH!" she cried as she began cumming. At that -- I swear, at the exact same moment -- both Tim and I were slammed by our orgasms. I shot a wad up into the girl, then withdrew and felt a bolt of Tim's hot cum against my glans, then in the next split second I shot and rubbed another load of boiling cum all over the boy's retreating glans before he then surged against me and fired another shot -- and so it went, seemingly on and on, all three of us groaning and yelling, our limbs writhing, our sweat-slick bodies sliding and slipping. When it was over we lay in a panting, gasping pile. I looked over at Tim, lying on his back now. His white six pack rose and fell rapidly as he gasped for breath. Dark tendrils of hair matted wet in an exposed armpit. His pink nipples were still erect. His eyes were closed, and like most boys after orgasm he looked young, vulnerable, and somehow innocent. His softening but still bright pink cock lolled across one hip. Incredibly, I was still hard, and despite an unbelievable orgasm, I still wanted him. I crawled over to him. Kneeling in font of him I grabbed him by the ankles and pushed his knees back toward his shoulders. His eyes on me, he did not resist. I placed my cockhead against his steaming hot hole. I gazed into his eyes. "Do you need this Tim?" I asked. He looked at me. There was a long pause. "No," he finally answered firmly. He held my gaze. I stayed motionless. Damn! I wanted to fuck him, and had believed that deep inside he somehow needed it, straight as he was. But I saw now I had been wrong. I slowly let his legs down. "OK," I said. "But . . . can I at least kiss you?" The boy smiled weakly, relieved, I could see, that I at last accepted his heterosexuality. He shrugged and gave a tiny nod. I bent and gave him a sweet, tender kiss. Then I sat back. "Sorry," he said, with a tired little shrug. I patted him on the knee. "Yep -- so am I!" Then I gave him a big grin. "No hard feelings. Still friends?" Tim nodded with a little smile. I smiled back. I turned to Lily, who lay on her side, knees drawn up. "You were fantastic," I murmured, kissing her cheek. "Are you feeling OK?" "That was so intense," she breathed with her eyes closed. I guessed that meant she was OK. She seemed to want to be left alone. I patted her shoulder caressingly. Our sex had been intense for me too -- very intense. At some point I dozed off, right there in the middle of that huge bed, in a strange house in a strange city, surrounded by five naked bodies. It was odd, but for some reason I felt not only satisfied but happy.