Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2019 03:58:34 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 29 Chapter 29 "Are they -- still out there?" Lawrence was trying to seem casual, lounging on my bed, hands behind his head, but I could hear the worry in his voice. I knew what that was about. Now that his post-orgasmic fog had cleared he remembered what Joon had done to him earlier in the evening. I was sure he didn't relish dealing with him again, especially since he'd just had sex with his lover, namely me. "I don't hear anybody. I'll take a look." I peered into the living room. "Nope. Everybody's gone." I went out and picked up Lawrence's discarded clothes and tossed them to him as I returned to the bedroom. "You're probably worried about Joon. I won't lie to you -- he can be jealous as hell. But I'll deal with him -- he won't bother you while you're here at Young Lovers." Lawrence pulled his pants on over his muscular legs and hips. He eyed me and then changed the subject. "You didn't cum or nothin'." "That's right. Want to do something about that?" He gave a little smirk. "Not really." "No? Change your mind about the sex lessons?" He snickered as he put on his T-shirt. "Maybe." What? The little shit!! I approached him as he sat on the edge of the bed, deliberately standing just a little too close, my cock only a foot or so from his face. It was semi-hard and pointing right at him. He learned back away from it a bit. I put my hand on his shoulder, and as he looked up at me I let my eyes fall into his. "Tell me the truth Lawrence. Did you say you wanted to be a Young Lover just so I'd let you fuck me?" His faced looked shocked, and I instantly realized I'd misjudged him. "No!" he declared indignantly. "So you really are gonna be a Young Lover?" He hesitated. "Yeah . . ." He still looked offended. "Well, you didn't know anything about fucking a guy til I just taught you. How are you gonna learn to suck a guy's cock without some help?" The boy swallowed and gazed at me, that strange, vulnerable, pleading look returning. I softened my voice. "Come on Lawrence. I gave you some really intense pleasure. Do a little something for me now. I'm horny for you. Kiss it." I leaned my hips a little closer to him. The boy swallowed, eyed my cock, and fidgeted a bit. He sat as if paralyzed. Gently I placed my hand in his thick hair and eased his face toward me. Very slowly he leaned forward and kissed my cockhead. "Yeah. That wasn't so bad! Now stick out your tongue and trace your tongue all over it. Get it good and wet." The boy hesitated some more. He began leaning forward. Then suddenly, without warning, he bolted up from the bed, pushed past me, and ran out of the room and out the front door. *********************************** I remained in the bedroom for a few minutes, recovering from my surprise and also my need to cum. Maybe I'd pushed Lawrence too far too fast. Even though he'd run out on me I was going to keep my promise to him, I decided. I wasn't going to let Joon start any trouble with him. So, although normally I would have let Joon return in his own time, in whatever frame of mind he was in, I resolved to pre-empt any problem before it started. I didn't know where Joon would be but I thought I'd start at Byron's dorm. Leaving my apartment I found the warm night air refreshing -- my air conditioning had almost completely given up the ghost, and the tropical air was actually cooler than the apartment was. I made a mental note to get somebody to look at it. As I made my way up the slight incline and across the lawn I reflected on my couple of hours with Lawrence. It had been deeply satisfying to give the boy intense pleasure, to let him feel strong by fucking me. And I had to admit that. although it didn't turn me on that much sexually, I loved the feeling of his powerful cock filling me up and his massive load of boy juice flooding me. Yes, it was disappointing that he wasn't ready to move farther yet. But somehow I felt sure that things were not over between us. I thought -- I hoped -- that his desire for all that money would win the battle with fear. And what was that fear, exactly? Not fear of me, I was sure. It seemed like overall he felt pretty safe with me. The fear had to be fear of what might lie within him. But I really didn't think he was gay deep inside, and I don't think he thought so either. So it wasn't fear of homosexuality, then. It had to be fear of that thing I glimpsed in his eyes. It was something that had very fleetingly passed over Joon's face when I first dominated him on St. Stephen's. And several times since too. It was the need to be dependent, to allow a man power over him. The need to submit. It hit me then that maybe he and Joon were more alike than I had realized. No wonder there had been instant hatred between them -- it wasn't just about the cheating. It was the hatred people always have for those they sense have weaknesses they have too. So maybe the issue for Lawrence wasn't fear versus money. Maybe it was fear versus desire. The desire to have what he also feared! Byron's dorm was largely empty, most of the boys apparently out with their assigned guests. In the big dark room I could make out two naked boys, lying on two beds shoved against one wall, sucking each other off, oblivious to me as I walked by within three feet of them. A naked brown skinned boy sprawled on another bed, fast asleep. Then I saw a dark pile over in one corner. As I approached I could make out Joon, Johnny and Nilai, apparently asleep on several beds pushed together. Nilai lay between the other two and their arms were around him as they all slept. Pillows and sheets were strewn about. Apparently the extracurricular activities had continued once the boys relocated from my apartment. I hesitated, then decided on my approach. I shook Joon awake rather roughly. "Hey!" The boy rolled over. I could barely see him squinting up at me, his face sour. "What?!" I grabbed his bicep and brought my face close to his. "Listen to me! Lawrence and I have been fucking. We're probably gonna have a lot more sex for awhile. And you're not gonna say one word about it. You're also gonna be civil to him as long as here's on the island. If I ask you to join in with us, which I might, you'll do it, no questions asked. If I leave you alone sexually for awhile, which I also might, you'll accept that as well. Got it!?" He snatched his arm away. "Whatever!" he snarled, turning away and pulling a sheet over his head. That would ordinarily have provoked a confrontation, the usual violent struggle, and then great sex. I decided to throw him a curve. I pulled the sheet back, kissed the back of his neck, and whispered, "You're so fuckin' hot. You'll always be number one." Then I patted his shoulder and left before he could react. Alone late that night in the still-sweltering apartment I did something I hadn't had to do in a long time. I jacked off before going to sleep. My jackoff fantasy started out as Lawrence, and the memory of his fantastic body and his beautiful eyes had me hot again in no time. But in the last few seconds my fantasy boy changed. Yes, Lawrence had gotten me aroused -- but when I came, it was Joon whose lips I was kissing, whose guts I imagined I was plowing, deep and hard. ****************************** Marco sliced a banana onto his cereal. "I've got some news. You want the good news first, or the bad?" "Good," I replied. "You and your menagerie are getting a new home. I sent your message to maintenance. They say your AC's shot and it will take a couple weeks to get a new unit." "Excellent -- we've been sweltering lately. Where are we going?" "That's the good part. We're putting you in one of the larger units. It's all we had available. Bigger rooms. King bed. They're usually saved for high rollers who need their egos stroked, so you've lucked out. So there's extra room for more of Father Flanagan's delinquents -- you can have bigger orgies now." "Cool. When should I move the menagerie in?" "Housekeeping should have the place ready by noon, I guess. Anytime after that. It's number 15, next to the little stone path leading down to the beach." "What's the bad news." "Actually it's not that bad. Looks like you're gonna be here a bit longer, is all." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Evan's been trying for a week to get a reply from North Korea about why your visa application is taking so long. He finally heard yesterday. They've got some concerns." "Concerns? I thought Ho wanted me to come! Maybe his government connections aren't as strong as we'd thought." "Shhht." Marco made a dismissive noise. "He practically owns the government. It's not you. It's Joon, apparently." I sipped my coffee. "Really?" "He's of South Korean ancestry. That raises red flags, I guess." "What -- they think a 16-year-old's gonna spy? Steal military secrets?" "Well, they're pretty paranoid. Everybody knows that. But they haven't said no. They just want more background. Information on his parents, if there are still relatives in South Korea, that kind of stuff. Evan can give you the whole list." After the boys got back from school we relocated to our new apartment. Johnny bounced on the bed a bit and, with a big smile, pronounced it satisfactory. Later that evening I sat down with Joon. Outwardly he seemed to be over his sulk, acting like nothing had happened between us the night before, as was typical, but I knew him to have a long memory when it came to slights. It remained to be seen if he would obey my instruction not to create any drama with Lawrence. I gathered all the information Joon could supply, and emailed it to Evan. The upshot of the whole thing was that I was to spend more time at Young Lovers. I had been expecting to leave soon, but now I had no idea whether my visit would continue for days, weeks -- or months. At first I was disappointed, because I was starting to get anxious to get to North Korea and check out Ho's whole operation. Part of me was excited about a once-in-a-lifetime story, but to be honest, another part of me knew it might be a bit dangerous. and wanted to get it over with. However I had to admit Marco was right when I had expressed some frustration in our earlier conversation. "Let's see," he reflected. "You're staying in a beautiful tropical resort awhile longer, for free. You're screwing a boy you're obviously in love with. And you're surrounded by dozens of other hot boys you can work your magic on, who are in the habit of having sex with men. Overall, I'd say this is hardly a hardship post. Hopefully you can grit your teeth and put up with it awhile longer." I had to shake my head at that and chuckle at my own short-sightedness. "You may even be here long enough for the YL Olympics." "Yeah, I heard about the Olympics. I guess Johnny wants to be in it. What actually is it? "Well, it's basically a week of sports and sex. Not to put too fine a point on it." "Yeah? How does it work?" "The boys have a week off of school. Every day there are athletic events where they compete for prizes. Wrestling, swimming, running, basketball, volleyball -- all kinds of sports. The boys really look forward to it, as you might imagine. And so does Martin." "Why Martin?" Marco smiled. "It's a huge money maker. Guests pay a premium to be here for that week. Then there's the wagering." "Wagering?" "Mm-hm. Guests bet on their favorite boys to win. The bettors who win collect prizes of their own. Of a more carnal sort." "And the house takes a healthy cut of the action." "Naturally! The boys who are really into the competition have already started to practice. More gym time too -- under Gino's watchful eye, of course." "I imagine he doesn't want them too bulked up." "Exactly. Some of the older boys can get way too ambitious in the weight room. Gino has to crack down on them sometimes." "He doesn't want his masterpieces spoiled." "And neither does Martin. Guests here want beautiful teens, not hunky young men." Marco then changed the subject. "Anyway, there's something else I wanted to mention to you too. It's about Johnny." "Johnny? Is there a problem?" "No, no. It's just that Martin wants Joe to take a look at him." "Like, a physical exam?" Marco nodded. "Well, good. Somebody needs to figure out what the hell they did to him in North Korea. For one thing, the kid can't shoot anymore. I guess it's a plus here at Young Lovers if a kid can cum, so there's that. But what really bothers me about it is he can't reproduce! I mean, he's gay as a goose, no doubt about it, but nowadays every gay guy in the world is having kids, it seems. He should at least have that choice when he's older, but the poor guy's sterile. It's fucking wrong." "Right. One of Martin's main concerns about Kim is the ways he's altering boys physically. He hasn't given me details but I've got the impression that there have been some experiments that have gone wrong -- with some pretty grotesque results, I guess. And remember, anything Kim does has the potential to impact what we've got going on here. Even wreck it. I know the moment I first saw Johnny's weird body -- well, I was shocked, of course, and I also got to thinking. How will the public react when they see something like that? Because they will. The media will get ahold of pictures of some messed up kid eventually." "You know that evil media!" I smirked. Marco smiled. "Can you imagine pictures of how Johnny looked when he first got here spreading all over the internet? The unnatural muscles, the scars on his back, the weird body hair? And if word gets out that boys are being made sterile . . . " "Not good for business, for sure." "And not good for the boys either. For Martin this just isn't about business." "It's obvious he cares for boys," I commented. "I've seen that from the beginning." Marco nodded. "Maybe Joe won't be able to determine what they injected him with, or anything else they did. It's been weeks now, and Johnny's body doesn't seem to be changing anymore, so maybe the chemicals or whatever are out of his system. But he should at least take a look." "Well, something's still going on in that little body. I mean, he just started working out with Byron, but for awhile he was getting no exercise at all, eating whatever he wanted, and still had an eight pack without an ounce of fat. That's not natural. Can Joe see him today?" "He says he'll make some time for Johnny tomorrow after school gets out. Send him over to the lab then." I nodded. I found myself fervently hoping that Joe could figure out what had been done to poor Johnny. Maybe there was even hope that his lack of ejaculation was curable. There was a tightness in my chest as I realized, maybe for the first time, how deeply I had come to love that little guy.