Date: Fri, 10 May 2019 01:08:38 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 33 Chapter 33 The sky was low and dark, and the moist evening breeze had picked up. The rain had held off all day, but from the looks of things it was now approaching fast. I hurried to Butch's place, wanting to get there and back before getting drenched. I had gotten the word a few minutes before. Marco had assented to my request. I was to be -- what had Parker called it? -- his "intercourse instructor." An oddly formal term -- but then, it was Parker. I had a feeling "oddly" would turn out to be the watchword with him. Fortunately, I reflected, some people can be "oddly sexy." Butch swung the door open. "I heard it was gong to be you!" he cried, leaning forward with a quick air kiss. "A fabulous choice. I told Marco you had done wonders with that Mexican boy, what was his name? Or was he Colombian? Come in, the star is ready for his closeup -- I've fluffed and plucked him and Lance has tested and, I daresay, milked him dry -- hopefully not for too long, for your sake. He's had his dinner, he's met some of his little dormmates, and now, he's all yours!" My eye followed his gesture and there sitting on Butch's examining table was Parker. Instantly I noticed the changes. Gone were the wild corkscrews of orange and in their place soft curls and ringlets. His eyebrows arched spectacularly -- Butch had obviously done a number on them. The boy sat wearing a fluffy white robe, which hung loosely open, and as my gaze dropped to his chest I beheld tantalizing signs of what would turn out to be one of the most perfectly sculpted, curving little chests I have ever seen. "Parker, you're -- beautiful," I exclaimed. "Of course he is!" Butch cried. "The boy has so much natural charm, don't you, Gorgeous? That hair is an amazing color -- I just love it. And those muscles!" Butch clasped his throat theatrically. "I could scarcely concentrate while I worked on him." "Of course the hand of the master hasn't hurt the final product either," I grinned. Butch dismissed my compliment with a wave. "I scarcely had to do anything! When you've got it, you've got it, right Gorgeous?" Butch chucked Parker under the chin. Parker sat soaking up our compliments, grinning that goofy smile -- I suddenly realized what it was. His smile was strangely wide for his face, like it belonged on another, bigger boy or something. "So what do you think, Parker?" "Oh man, I cam't believe it! I never looked this good! I mean, I know I wasn't that bad -- does that sound conceited? I'm really not conceited, I'm actually kinda insecure, maybe you can tell, but I looked OK before, I guess, but now, I mean, I think maybe for the first time I feel like maybe I'm somebody, you know, that men might want, I mean probably not all men, like I know some people think red hair is weird, and my skin is so white, and I have some freckles which some people think are ugly, I know you can't see them, they're on my shoulders, I used to have some own my face but they went away, and--" I stepped forward and stopped his mouth with my hand. He looked at me, wide-eyed. I dropped my hand, swooped in and planted a big kiss on his motor mouth. I held it there a long time. I stepped back. He looked stunned. "Parker, you know how sometimes you get going and you can't stop? Well, every time you do that I'm gonna kiss you quiet!" The boy stared some more and swallowed. He had a large Adam's apple. "So did you thank Butch properly?" I asked, allowing myself to sound parental. The boy turned to Butch, looking apologetic. "Oh sorry, I know I should have thanked you, you are so, I mean, I don't know, you are so talented, I never knew my hair could look this good, and you were so nice to me, you didn't make fun of my hair or say anything bad when you saw that I had too much hair on my legs, and nobody ever called me gorgeous before, and--" Burch stopped the boy's mouth as I had, then gave him a little smooch on the cheek. "Just a little peck, Gorgeous -- it's Mike here who will teach you the finer points of osculation, as well as various other dark arts. I'm content with your kind words of praise. Now off with you both -- the night is yet young. I expect to see you again soon -- remember we talked about that hair removal issue? Check back with me in two weeks, no longer. Meanwhile, laissez les bon temps roller!" With one of his all-purpose waves -- at once commanding, celebratory and dismissive -- Butch ushered us out of his studio and into the night. Rain had begun to fall, and the wind was gusting. "Where are we going?" "A special cabin. It's quite a ways from here, at the other end of the compound, We better hurry or we'll get soaked," I added. I began to jog and Parker struggled to keep up. "I can't really run in these flip flops!" he panted alongside me, trying to hold his robe closed as we ran. "I'm not really a good runner. I'm always one of the last ones to finish in PE when we have to run a Big Green. You know what that is? That's when we have to run a big lap all the way around all the fields. Like, the soccer field, the softball field, all those fields, and my PE teacher told me I should be able to be a good runner because I have kinda long legs but I don't know I've never been good anything in sports, I mean not baseball and basketball or any of them, I'm always the last one picked, well maybe not the last one but one of the last ones--" I suddenly stopped and clamped my hand over his mouth. We stared at each other. The rain had begun to fall harder. A huge surge of wind hit me in the back, and it suddenly felt as if a bucket of water had been thrown on us. And in the next moment, as Parker and I stood there motionless, staring, me holding his mouth shut, the wind whipping his robe, the tropical storm hit full force. We were both drenched in seconds. I grabbed the front of Parker's robe, pulled him roughly to me, and smashed my mouth against his. There was something about standing in a storm that felt -- free. It felt wild, and I felt like a wild creature. I gnawed his lips aggressively, and after a second Parker began chewing and gasping. He went at me like a madman then, grasping at my shoulders, thrusting his body against me, gasping and grunting. Still kissing wildly I shoved the robe off his shoulders. Instantly he pulled back, violently threw the robe off completely, then pounced back on me, kissing harder than ever. With effort I held him at arm's length. "Parker!" I shouted over the rising wind. "What do you want? What do you want right now? Say it!" "I want it ALL!" the boy shouted back, his face ferocious, alight, his hair in his eyes, water running down his face. "I want you! JUST DO IT TO ME!" "I WANT TO FUCK YOU, PARKER!" "YES!! YES!! RIGHT HERE!! RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!" "WHAT ABOUT THE PAIN? WHAT ABOUT--" "I DON"T FUCKING CARE!!" The boy dropped to his knees and violently tore my pants open. Freeing myself from him I ripped my clothes off and tossed them aside. I saw his naked body for the first time. There was no time to study it. There was only an impression. A beautiful chest. Bigger arms than I'd expected. Some of the most defined abs I've ever seen. Long thighs tensing as he knelt on one knee. And a huge cock, erect, bright pink even in the dim light of evening, surging at me from a small dark bush, wagging back and forth. I wanted him, with a blind animal ferocity. I pounced on him, knocked him flat on the grass, and swarmed all over him. "AH! AH!" the boy cried, clutching me to him violently, reaching up urgently for kisses, finding my mouth, biting my lips, drawing blood, responding to my animal lust with violent desire. Tasting blood I tore my mouth away and attacked his neck, grabbing a soft fold of skin between my teeth, biting, as he yelled again, let it slide slowly away, leaving my mark, I knew, on his snowy skin. I pulled away and dived downward, gnawing his chest, his belly, his navel. He squirmed, surging up against me, gasping "Ah, ah, ah!" I slid down further, nuzzling his pubic hair, nipping at his groin. His hips surged and writhed. I reached under him with both hands snd gripped his butt, clenching my fists tightly, feeling his ass muscles flexing spastically. I slid my lips back through his pubic hair and found the base of his cock, feeling its heat against my cheek. Turning then, lips against his shaft, sliding slowly up the side, rain pounding my face, sliding slowly up the huge organ, finally reaching the corona, nipping it with my lips, then my teeth, then, as he bucked even more forcefully, turning and slowly firmly, pressing my lips against his cockhead, keeping them firm and tight so it took a long time before the entire glans was forced into my mouth. He was shouting constantly, his hips surging like a ship in a storm. Holding the huge head in my mouth I lashed in with my tongue. He shrieked then, his hands came to the sides of my head, his fingers working spasmodically. Digging my knees into the wet turf for purchase I slid upward suddenly, gripped his head in my hands and stared at him. His face was that of a wild boy, wet hair plastered everywhere, eyes on fire, lips drawn back in a snarl as he growled and grunted like a beast. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?!!" I shouted into his face. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!" he bellowed tossing his head from side to side, desperate with passion, with something rising from deep within him, volcanic and unstoppable. Something was being unleashed here, and I fucking loved it. I sat back on my heels, slid my hands down his legs to his ankles, gripped him firmly, and quickly folded his legs back so his knees were next to his ears. He grabbed himself behind the knees immediately. "Yeah -- this is it!! THIS IS IT!!" he yelled, eyes squeezed shut. Feeling into his cleft It only took a moment to find his hole. I dug into it with a finger and it opened easily. This was a surprise, but I wasted no time thinking about it. I pressed two fingers in and they worked in without much trouble. Without hesitation, knowing it was so right, I replaced my fingers with my cock, nosing the head into the soft yielding spot. I watched his eyes fly open wide as he realized what was about to happen. Rain drenched his face. I leaned down so my lips were next to his ear. "You want my cock in you Parker? You wanna feel every inch in your guts?" "Oh yeah! FUCK ME! "You wan to feel my juice filling you up?" I growled. "YES! YES!! PLEASE!!" I bit his ear, growling, and worried it back and forth. Then I pulled back, braced myself with one hand on the ground, and with the other grabbed a fistful of fiery, steel hard boy cock. Then I began pushing. Slowly, steadily he opened as I pushed, and he gave a cry that slowly rose in volume to a yell and then, as I impaled him more deeply, became a scream. Suddenly, without warning, his cock thickened in my hand and, as his cry crescendoed, he began cumming. Exultant, I paused, gathered myself and then, while whipping his monstrous organ furiously, i drove into him to the hilt. "WHOOOOOOAAHH! he bellowed, then gave a gurgle, and several loud, bestial grunts, and I watched more sperm fly from his cum slit. I gathered myself, withdrew almost all the way, and then plunged into him violently. I leaned forward then, eased my forearms behind his shoulders, tucked him to my chest, and began pounding him mercilessly. The boy clutched me to him with both arms, gasping and whining. His orgasm must have been finished but he still clutched me, still groaning. I could even feel the muscles of his ass clutching at my cock rhythmically. My climax was coming. I wanted to kiss him as I came. I grabbed a hank of wet hair, pulled him up to me, and plunged my mouth onto his, forcing his lips open, driving my tongue into him. Although he must have been spent he clutched me behind the neck and kissed and licked and bit like a crazy boy. "Here it comes!" I managed to cry. "YES!! YES!!" he gasped. "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! You feel that baby?" I yelled as I pounded him with all the force I could muster. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he gasped. I still tugged roughly on his organ even though it had begun to soften, but I didn't care, the climax was coming, it was almost on me, it was--" "AHHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed, filling him suddenly with my juice, pounding him as the rain pounded my back, flooding him with bolt after fiery bolt. I couldn't tell when my cum was spent, I just kept pounding him, driving his shoulders into the turf, biting his neck, worrying his head back and forth, my grip almost pulling us hair out it was so violent. I don't know how long it took before I was finally exhausted. Eventually I rolled off of him. I closed my eyes against the rain a minute as it poured onto my face. After another minute I turned and looked at the boy. He lay arms and legs outspread, eyes closed, still panting heavily. What must have been eight inches of very thick cock lay soft against his belly, curling slightly toward his hip. Finally I rolled to him and pulled him into my arms. He came, looking dazed, and embraced me too. Our eyes met. We didn't speak. I reached forward and gave him a tender little kiss. "What do you have to say about your first fuck, Parker?" I murmured tenderly. He stared at me steadily, as if in wonder. And he didn't say a word.