Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2019 18:48:57 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 34 Chapter 34 The rain continued to pour down, but Parker and I were now so completely soaked it didn't really matter. I studied the boy's face as he lay on his side, his cheek on the muddy turf, his eyes still a bit glazed. "So -- your first real sex! How do you feel?" The boy's eyes went wide, and he pulled up onto on elbow. "Man! I couldn't believe it!" he gasped, still a little out of breath. "I thought I would be all nervous and like, well, you know, awkward and stuff, but it just like busted out of me, like I knew exactly what to do, like usually I'm all, like, hesitating, and not sure, like second guessing, but this, I just felt like I could go for it, I mean, I wasn't even thinking, it was like my body just took over, and I felt so, I don't know natural, like some kind of animal or something, maybe that sounds weird, and like, I mean I know I don't even know you hardly, but I feel like it was totally natural for you to, to fuck me, and it felt like you wanted me too, like you were feeling what I felt, well, maybe that's stupid, I mean --" My kiss stopped him. When I pulled away his eyes were locked onto mine, and he held my gaze, oblivious to the rain streaming down over his face, plastering his locks to his cheeks and forehead. "Everything you hoped for and looked forward to all that time -- it's all starting," I said. "All the times you thought about men, about getting fucked -- it was all just fantasy before. But you're making it happen, man." "I know! I can't really believe it. It's still like a dream. Like I'm gonna wake up and--" I grabbed his hand and placed it on my now-soft cock. "Does this feel like a dream?" I grabbed and squeezed his cock. "And that? Is that a dream?" "No! It's real!" He threw back his head and laughed. "Man, I can't believe it! I'm gonna be a young lover!" "Yeah, and you know what I think? I think that maybe, after not being good at sports, and not being cool, being a nerd, a social outcast, all that stuff -- I think maybe you've finally found the thing you're gonna be really good at!" The boy blinked. "Yeah! It seemed so natural! Maybe I'm gonna be good at sex! Like -- a sex virtuoso!" The boy looked so pleased with himself I had to chuckle The night was warm in spite of the storm and I suppose it might have been pleasant for Parker and me to continue lying on the grass in post-coital bliss, but with sheets of rain from the night sky pounding us and the turf beneath growing increasingly soggy, it was time to get inside. I sat up and reached for my clothes. "Come on, virtuoso, get your stuff. Let's get out of this rain and dry off." "Um, OK," the boy replied, showing no sign of moving. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Look, I know this was a big, big deal for you, what just happened between us. There's lots more to talk about, maybe. But let's not do it in the rain." "OK." He gathered up his robe and flip flops and stood up. I had to pause for another minute and admire him. "Parker, you have one of the most beautiful bodies I've ever seen." The boy pushed his wet hair out of his eyes. "Really? Thanks. I --" He stopped and slapped his hand over his mouth. His eyes were wide. I laughed, and exclaimed, with an approving nod, "Good work! You caught yourself!" I gently pulled the hand from his mouth, leaned forwards and kissed him tenderly. He kissed back, awkwardly but eagerly. Then I broke the kiss, saying, "OK, let's go. We're gonna stop by my apartment first. I wanna pick up some dry clothes." "Are we going to that special room? So you can, like, instruct me?" "You bet. Although I gotta say, you did pretty damn well on Lesson #1 just going on instinct!" But, as it turned out, we never made it to the Love Room. ******************************** I swung open the door of the apartment and Parker and I stepped inside. Johnny and a boy I'd seen around but didn't know sat on the living room floor, papers and books spread around them. Johnny looked up. "HI, Mike," he grinned. He popped up, came over to me and gave me a hug. "Why you naked?" His eyes went to Parker. "Oh," he added, as if he'd just answered his own question. "Hi Sweetie. This is Parker." "Hi Parker," Johnny grinned. "Um, hi." "I'n Johnny." "Hi." "You pretty wet!" Johnny said, stating the obvious. "We came in to dry off and change," I said. "Who's your friend?" "Joe. He in my Spanish class. We doing a projec'." "Hi Joe," I waved. "Hi." The big-eyed boy looked down shyly. He seemed to be about 13, maybe a small 14. I realized he was feeling awkward at my nakedness. "Where's Joon?" I asked Johnny. "At the gym. With Byron. He just lef' like ten mints before." "OK, well, you guys keep working. Come on Parker, let's get some towels and get dried off. I don't want Joe to think we're a couple of wild animals!" I tossed the solemn boy a wink. We went into the bathroom and I grabbed a couple of bath towels and threw one to Parker. As we began drying off I took advantage of the good light to check the boy out. "Hang on a minute, man." I stopped Parker with one hand as he dried his leg, foot propped on the toilet seat. He looked up quizzically. "Let me get a good look at you." He straightened up. I confess my eyes went to his cock first. I hadn't realized it before but in good light I now saw that he was uncut, his foreskin partially covering the large glans. His organ hung down six loose inches -- maybe more -- from a small orange bush, and it appeared even larger because the boy had only a modest amount of pubic hair. His shaft was also very thick, and it seemed to incline slightly to the left. I was later to notice that when erect his monster cock would bend strongly in that direction. His belly was particularly hot, and unusual. I had seen plenty of boys with defined six-packs, and a few, like Johnny and the twins, with so little abdominal fat they actually had eight-packs. But Parker's stomach muscles were different. They actually bulged outward in ridges. "Man, how did you get a belly like this?" I asked, caressing his abs with my fingertips. "Um, crunches with weights. They showed me how at the gym." "You must have done a lot of them! Man!" "A thousand!" "What, every week?" "Every DAY!" I stared at him openmouthed. That was a LOT of crunches! "Wow!" "It's not that bad. At first it was hard and I'd be so sore, but then I got used to it. Then I learned to kind of, I don't know, get in a zone, my trainer calls it. It's like you kind of daydream or something, you just kind of float, you don't even feel that much tiredness. I'd do five sets, 200 each. For a long time I couldn't go that fast, but finally I could break five minutes--" "Wait. You did 200 weighted crunches in five minutes?" Pride and bashfulness mixed in his little smile. "Yeah. The last couple of months I got pretty good, it's funny, since I got on the plane this is the longest I've gone without crunches in a year, they're like part of my life, it's all so weird, I never would have thought I would even do something like work out, it's like lifting weighs is for jock types, I'm so not that, I'm more like a nerd, like that guy Evan said, I mean kids used to call me that and it got me upset but really it's true, I'm a nerd that just got some stomach muscles, and some other muscles too--" I slapped my mouth against his and gripped his big biceps -- he tensed up in surprise, then relaxed. I pulled him against me and we hugged hard. I felt the thick warmth of his cock against my hip. Was he getting hard again? Eventually I was to realize a delightful fact about Parker: he was rarely completely soft. I held him at arm's length and gazed into his eyes. "Parker, you're a sexual person now. You're not a nerd -- nerds are sexless. Nerds don't fuck, they play Pokemon and collect manga!" "Well . . . I played Pokemon! See . . . !" The boy seemed determined to put himself down. I pressed on. "Nerds don't wear cool clothes, they don't have any sense of style -- in fact, they don't even know there is such a thing! They know nothing about sex, either! They don't have good bodies! That's not you at all! You have a beautiful body, that sexy hair, a fantastic cock, you're hot for men, you wanted me to fuck you -- no way are you a nerd, and you won't be, ever again! You know, sexiness is like toothpaste -- at first it's inside and there's no sign of it, but once it's out of the tube it's not going back in! You're right, you're gonna be a virtuoso!" He stared at me a second, and then a smile crept over his face. At first it was crooked, awkward, tentative, almost as if he was afraid to believe what I was saying. But it got wider by the second. Finally he was beaming at me, emotion still in his eyes. I looked down. His cock was erecting and pointing in my direction. "Come on, let's finish drying off. Here--" I took his towel from his hand and began drying him with it. I slowly drew it over his curving chest muscles, down over his amazing abs, and down his sides onto his slim but nicely curving thighs. I knelt and dried his pale, slightly haired lower legs and his big feet. Then I stood, stepped behind him and drew the towel over his back, down to his waist, then slowly over each delicious mound of his white butt. I tucked a corner of the towel between his cheeks to dry his crack. "Ah" he cried, startled. "Sorry. That's probably still sensitive. I'm sorry I didn't go more slowly awhile ago. I wasn't being a very good, uh, intercourse instructor. You were just so damned hot . . . " "'S'okay." I began drying his veiny arms. "You know, I was surprised how easy it was for me to put my cock in you. The way you described that incident with the guy who raped you I figured you might be really tight." "I been practicing! First I was gonna use a carrot, cause it seemed like it was the right shape, but then Keith told me a zucchini was better, cause it's smooth and you can get them in all different sizes, but you gotta wash them good cause they have little tiny hairs on them that can really irritate you inside, I know, cause I tried it without washing it, man I'll never do that again, and anyways I worked my way up from a thin one and I'd only put just maybe three inches in me, to thicker and longer ones and by the time I left home I was using big ones, like my last night just to see if I could do it I put one ten inches long all the way in me and it was thick too, like maybe almost two inches and it didn't even hurt, well, not that much, just a little, cause I didn't want to be all like yelling in pain when I had a customer, being like a baby and stuff--" He responded instantly when I kissed him, and I could feel him melt into me when I gently caressed his hot organ as we kissed. "You like that kiss?" I whispered in his ear. "Yeah," he whispered back. "You know, you don't have to keep doing those talk explosions just to get a kiss. Just ask for it and I'll give you a kiss anytime you want!" The boy gave a puzzled smile. "That's not really why I --" I clapped my hand over his mouth and gave him a big grin to show had been joking. He pulled back and grinned, and then got a mischievous look on his face. "And what if I want . . . " he reached out and gripped my own erection. "Oh, for that you've gotta be extra good!" "Yeah? Like what? What do I gotta do?" he grinned. I gave him a meaningful look. "You'll find out soon enough!" I resumed drying him, drawing the towel over his upper chest and shoulders where, as he had reported earlier, a sprinkling of freckles dotted his damp, milk-white skin. I kissed one shoulder. "I love your freckles!" "They're ugly," he protested. "I hate `em." "You're crazy. They're hot." I dropped to one knee, drew the towel down his body and began gently drying his big, semi-hard cock and balls. "I love your cock too!" I grinned up at him. "I'll definitely be doing some hands-on demonstrating during your cocksucking lesson! Oh, wait, I know you prefer the formal terms . . . your `fellatio lesson!'" He grinned an awkward grin at me. "I just--" I rose and clamped my hand over his mouth, then replaced it with my lips. After a moment I pulled back. "You know, it's OK to just smile and nod sometimes. You don't have to always explain yourself. You just wind up going down that rabbit hole of explanations and apologies and stuff. The more you talk the more It just makes you feel weak and stupid, I bet. Doesn't it?" He looked at me with a small frown, uncertain. I kissed him again, then briskly rubbed his wet hair with the towel for a minute. "To be a good fuckboy it isn't just about sexual technique -- it's about how you talk to a guest too. We'll work on it." When I had dried him off pretty well I ran my fingers through his hair. "There. Beautiful. Now I'm gonna find you some clothes . . ." "Wait a minute -- why are we putting on dry clothes if we're just gonna go out in the rain again to go to that special room?" I stopped, feeling like a dunce. "Oh yeah. Duh!" I thought a second. "Well, maybe we'll just use the bedroom here." "No! Not with those guys here!" "Why not!? Johnny and I have had sex a bunch of times. He has sex with his friends a lot. No need to be shy. It's no big deal here at Young Lovers to have sex in front of other guys. They've already seen you naked anyway --" My phone rang suddenly and I dug it out of the pocket of my soggy shorts. "Hey," came Joon's laconic voice. "What are you doing using a phone?" I exclaimed to him. "You know that's majorly against the rules!" "Byron's hurt himself," said Joon, ignoring my reprimand. "I need some help getting him to the infirmary. There's nobody else here." "Is he bad?" "I don't know. He's in a lot of pain. It's his back. We were screwing around doing squats. It was my fault." "OK, I'll be right there. Don't try to move him -- I don't want you hurting yourself too. Oh, and one more thing." "What?" "Show him some compassion." I hung up. As I threw on a clean pair of shorts, I said, "Parker, I need to go give a guy some help. I don't think I'll be too long. Why don't you hang out with Johnny and that other kid? Maybe you can help them out with their project. Did you take Spanish?" "Yeah, I took it, I did good, I think I have kind of a talent for languages, I took French too, I got A's, well, mostly A's, I got a B once, but that's cause the teacher lost some of my papers, she was so unorganized, I tried to get my mom to come to the school and like do something but she was too busy, or anyway she said she was, I'm not really sure, she--" I had to hand it to him. Every time I'd stop his chatter with a kiss it took him only a split second to get into it. ****************************** By the time I got to the weight room -- wet to the skin all over again -- Byron was up and moving around a bit. He was obviously in pain but seemed to be able to walk, if very stiffly. The injury appeared to be to his erectors, the muscles connecting his lower back with his butt. He flinched and gasped when I gently poked him there to the left of his spine. By putting one arm over my shoulders and the other over Joon's he was able to slowly make his way through the storm's fury to the infirmary, which fortunately was not terribly far from the gym. The infirmary was locked and the lights were off, but I knew Lance's cabin was the adjacent one. It wasn't late and the young PA was still up; before long he had the infirmary open and, dripping somewhat on the clinic floor, was examining Byron's injury. "Ah, fuck!" Byron yelled as Lance prodded him. "Yep, tender right there," Lance observed mildly, continuing to press with three fingers. "How about here?" "Ah, yeah, there too." "Down here?" "A little." "Well Byron, back home a doctor would probably recommend an MRI, but to tell you the truth, that's unnecessary. You've got a significant strain. I wish I could wave a magic wand and cure you, man, but it just takes rest and time. In the meantime we'll focus on symptom relief. So I'm gonna have you take two ibuprofen three times a day. That's for inflammation and pain. Take it with meals. Also I'm gonna have you keep these handy." He handed Byron two small bottles of pills. "Here's the Advil here. And these are anti-spasm. A lot of times a muscle will spasm once it's strained, and that really increases discomfort. If that starts happening take one of these. No more than three a day, OK? They're strong and addictive. Rest it as much as possible -- no activities, no gym. Just go to class and then relax and rest. Also, I want you to put ice on it regularly. Several times a day for 15 minutes at a time, no more." "Shit, how can I get ice around back of me? I can't even see back there. Am I supposed to, like, tie it on or something?" "For a back injury you can try lying down on the ice pack. And, if you have a dormmate or someone who could hold it right on the exact spot that would be even better." "Man, there's nobody who--" "I'll do it," Joon offered. All three of us looked at him. Joon would not have been anybody's candidate for humanitarian of the year. "OK," Lance finally said, surprise in his voice. "Let me show you how." The PA got some chemical ice packs from the small refrigerator. "Now Byron, get ready for cold," Lance warned. He slipped Byron's damp gym trunks halfway down and placed a large pack of chemical ice at Byron's waist. The black boy flinched. "OK, I'll just hold it on right there," he said to Joon. "You can keep it firmly in place with one hand. That keeps the other one free to, you know . . ." With a grin Lance gently stroked Byron's exposed butt cheek with the fingertips of his other hand. Joon gave a grimace of distaste as he took the ice pack and held it onto Byron. "Don't think I'm gonna be stroking your ass, though," Joon muttered to the black boy. Byron snickered in response. This gesture of Joon's was totally out of his comfort zone, and so I asked softly, "How come you're doing this, Joon?" My boy gazed at me. "Because I have compassion." I gave him a little smile. "Plus you feel guilty." I caressed his head, secretly proud of him. He jerked it away, always uncomfortable with any affection that might seem to the eyes of others to subordinate him. I chuckled, and then whispered in his ear. "You're hot when you're compassionate." Joon just glared at me. ********************************* After another half hour or so we had taken Byron to his dorm and helped him get his now-wet clothes off for bed. "How's the pain now?" I asked. "OK. I need to pee." Joon and I helped him to the bathroom. "Want me to hold it for you?" I teased. "Just hold me up," Byron growled, as he tottered a bit. His huge truncheon gushed pee into the bowl. When he finished we returned to the large dorm room and helped him into bed. "Do you think you can sleep?" "I guess. I feel tired." "It's probably the Advil. It always makes me a little sleepy." "Do you want me to stay in here tonight?" Joon offered. "You know, in case you need anything and can't get up, or something?" I stared at my boy in surprise. "I'm good, " Byron answered. His face was soft -- I could see he was touched by Joon's offer. I caressed Byron's cheek. "I hope you feel better, man. Here, maybe this will help." I slipped the sheet aside, bent, licked the head of Byron's cock and then sucked the whole glans in, as he gave a gasp of surprise. It filled my mouth completely. I tongued it a moment and let it slip out slowly. "Mm-mm," I grinned. "Maybe Joon and I will make that a regular part of your physical therapy! Right Joon?" "Shit, I ain't putting that nasty thing in my mouth! It belongs on a horse, not a human!" "You'd be fuckin' lucky to suck on me, midget-dick!" I chuckled to myself. The two were back to their usual insults. The moment of surprising tenderness had passed. "OK, we're gonna leave you to sleep, man," I said. "We'll check on you in the morning. Hopefully this fucking storm will have passed by then. Then tomorrow I guess Joon will be with you on and off for your ice treatments." I turned to Joon. "You gonna miss class?" "I'll survive," he answered disdainfully. I turned back to Byron. "If you need anything during the night wake up Omar over there," I gestured a couple beds down the row to where his friend lay snoring softly. "Later," Joon sniffed. His tone was indifferent. But as we left I saw, out of the corner of my eye, him give Byron a little pat on the knee. ****************************** Joon and I made our way through sheets of rain and howling wind back to our cabin. I looked at him sideways. "Good work," I shouted. He looked at me, then away and said nothing. A minute later we were at the apartment, I swung open the door, and we both stopped in our tracks at the sight before us. I had expected to see three boys practicing Spanish. Instead they were practicing something very different. The first thing I saw was a flexing little ass and a lightly muscled back, as a smallish boy slowly fucked a larger boy. On his knees in front of the larger boy was Johnny, who appeared to be deep throating a very large cock. And the beneficiary of all this attention stood, bent at the waist, his hands braced against the arm of the easy chair, his flame red hair thrown back in pleasure, his back slowly, rhythmically arching as he hunched back against Joe's thrusts. "Well, it looks like Parker's making friends!" I announced loudly, entering the room. Joe looked over at me, but kept on screwing. Johnny and Parker ignored me, obviously deep into what they were doing. "Let's join in, Joon!" I began disrobing. "Can't wait to get this wet stuff off me." Joon stood still, as if undecided. I decided to see how he would handle some responsibility. I put an arm around his shoulders. "The red haired kid is Parker. He needs to learn to suck cock. You're the perfect person to teach him -- in a short time you've gone from cocksucking virgin to expert." He looked at me with an accusatory stare. "You been fucking him?" "Yep, once. And you're gonna fuck him too, I'm sure -- I've never seen a kid who craves it more. Come on now -- put the jealously aside. Let's go!" I waited. After a minute Joon began throwing off his clothes. When we were both naked I led him to where the three boys continued to move against each other, softly groaning and gasping. I put a gentle hand on Joe's back. He was a small boy but had very broad shoulders. "Hey, buddy, stop a minute." I squeezed his neck affectionately. He looked up at me solemnly, and paused. I caressed Parker's head next. He opened his eyes and looked me, his mouth slack, his eyes glazed. "We're gonna add a fourth party to your pleasure trip, Parker. Joon here is gonna help you learn to suck cock. Okay?" "Uh-huh." I turned to Joon. "OK, get up here on the chair. Just stand on the seat. . . That's it . . . OK, you're a little too tall. Why don't you kind of kneel against the arm -- it's nice and padded . . . yeah, just slide your knees forward a little bit. Move back a little, Parker . . . raise up more . . . OK, perfect." All four boys paused, looking at me. "OK, Joon, take over!" Joon and Parker looked at each other for an awkward moment. I allowed the awkwardness. "Uh, hi, I'm Parker," the red-haired boy finally blurted. I couldn't stifle a smile at the absurdity of this scene, Parker naked and splayed out for fucking, with Joon's soft black cock hanging six inches from his face, looking up at Joon and politely introducing himself. In response Joon grabbed a fistful of Parker's still-damp locks, held it firmly in his fist as a gesture of control, and demanded, "Lick it all over." I smiled to myself. Of course this would be Joon's way. As I had discovered about him in his sexual relationship with Johnny, Joon was almost as turned on by dominating as he was by being dominated. Odd, I thought to myself. I assumed most people who were into domination liked one role or the other. Joon was apparently versatile. Without hesitation Parker leaned toward Joon, who thrust his hips forward, and then he stuck out his wet red tongue and proceeded to lick Joon's organ with the tip. "Get it wetter," Joon ordered. The boy got more saliva on his tongue and sucked Joon's cockhead in. At the same moment Johnny plunged down fully onto Parker's cock, and the boy gave a soft grunt as Johnny buried his nose in Parker's red bush. I looked at Joe and gave an encouraging nod. The boy resumed his slow, careful fucking. I caressed his shoulders, the skin like satin. How did I want to play this? It came to me that I would content myself with being a spectator for a while, at least. I wanted to watch how Joon and Parker handled what was a very new situation for each of them. And truthfully, I was still a bit blasted from the intense orgasm I'd had screwing Parker earlier. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom I dropped onto the couch and watched the scene before me as I dried my hair. "Now just suck the head in . . . OK, twirl your tongue around it . . . keep it in your mouth . . . let your mouth fill up with spit . . . " I watched as Joon patiently led Parker step by step through the rudiments of oral sex. He was hardening up slowly. Every once in awhile his little butt would clench, as he began to very slowly thrust forward into Parker's mouth and then pull out a little ways. I could feel my mouth going dry in my desire for him. I deliberately turned my attention to the boy fucking Parker. Although he seemed young Joe's style was not at all the eager, uncontrolled thrusting of an inexperienced kid, newly sexual and eager to get to his orgasm as fast as possible. He was calm and in control, his hands resting gently at Parker's waist, his hips tucking slowly under and then easing back. The only sign that he was even experiencing pleasure was the way he occasionally licked his lips or puffed out a deep breath. Joe was a white kid but his skin was a light cocoa color all over, and I wondered if he was augmented. What was the augmentation process, anyway? Was it Butch's call entirely? Did he consult with Evan or Marco? Was Gino involved? And on what basis did they decide how much augmenting to do? I remembered Kip saying he'd had "the max." And Lawrence seemed augmented from head to foot. But Joe -- my friend Joe, not this Joe -- seemed to imply that some boys had only one or two features augmented. My reverie was interrupted by a muffled cry from Parker. "Just pull back when you start choking," Joon admonished. "Then take a breath and go back down again." I smiled to myself, remembering the first time I'd said the same thing to Joon. The student was becoming the teacher. Parker resumed sucking Joon with renewed energy, and soon my boy was gripping his head with both hands and thrusting down Parker's throat more aggressively. "Ah, SHIT!" Joon suddenly yelled, and jerked his cock completely free. "Don't fucking scrape your teeth on my cock! You gotta keep your teeth covered, like I told you!" "Sorry, I was trying to, it's just hard because it's kind of a weird angle, I have to tilt my head back cause you'll really too high, it's not like I thought it was going to be, I thought it would like fit in really easy but it's hard to get it down my throat very far, it's like there's a bend in my throat, I can't--" As was to be expected, Joon dealt with Parker's word explosion differently than I. He gripped the boy's red locks with one fist, his own cock with the other, and slowly but forcefully pushed his cock back into Parker's mouth, effectively shutting him up. "Now SUCK! NO TEETH!" Joon commanded. Parker choked a bit, inhaled forcefully through his nose, and gamely forced his lips down almost to Joon's pubes. Joon resumed fucking his mouth. I changed my mind about being a mere spectator. I rose, stepped over to Joon and put my mouth next to his ear. "Compassionate people don't just give orders, they give encouragement, " I murmured. I waited, watching Joon's face. He absorbed what I said without comment, but a moment later, he murmured, "That's good, you're getting it." He deliberately didn't look at me for a nod of approval. I patted his clenching butt and turned my attention to Johnny, who had wedged himself underneath Parker's horizontal torso, his back scrunched against the side of the armchair, and was somehow deep throating Parker anyway. Both his knees were drawn up to his chest. I knelt and gently pulled his legs outward, pushing them as wide apart as I could, so I could get at his rigid, reddened cock. He looked at me, eyes wide, Parker's thick, spit-shiny tool, sliding slowly out of his wide-stretched lips and then back in. Lying on the floor now, propped up on my forearms, I reached forward, pulled Johnny's big cock toward me, and began lashing the head with my tongue. Then I slowly sucked the whole glans in, and while caressing it with my tongue allow saliva to build up. Then I began slowly bobbing up and down on his organ. Immediately he began squirming his hips against me as best he could given his awkward position. Loving how completely his thick hot cock filled me up I increased the pace of my sucking, allowing his cockhead to slip deeply into my throat time and again. As I sucked I caressed his meaty little thighs, kneading them firmly, digging my thumbs into his groin and sliding my fingertips through his pubic hair on every upstroke. As I continued to work Johnny over I tuned in to the chorus of boy voices in the room. Joon would hiss softly every time he drove into Parker. Johnny was grunting constantly in pleasure around Parker's cock. Every once in awhile Parker would come off Joon's cock completely, draw a deep breath, and then suck Joon back in with a groan of pleasure. Joe would puff out a big breath every now and then. I wondered who would climax first. I guessed it might be Joe, but I was wrong. Although Parker had cum more recently than any of the boys he suddenly jerked away from Joon's cock and gave a loud, almost surprised cry. Pulling off Johnny I saw Parker press Johnny's head into his groin with one clutching hand. He was obviously about to start shooting down the little Korean boy's throat. Johnny clasped the back of Parker's thighs to him, urging him on. I quickly sucked Johnny back in and began bobbing as fast as I could, hoping to bring Johnny off as he was drinking Parker's sperm. "AAAAH!! FUCK!! AAAHHH!! AAAHHH!!" Parker cried, and I could tell he was slamming his hips against Johnny's face. Suddenly Johnny's hips rose against me and I could feel his thick tube swelling even thicker, seeming to reach farther down my throat, and as he grunted over and over around Parker's cock I knew he was cumming. I wished I could pull back and feel hot sweet cum fill my mouth, but since Johnny couldn't ejaculate I inhaled deeply through my nose and then rammed my face into his groin as deeply as I could, hoping to give the little guy as much pleasure as possible. His hunk of meat slid in and out, in and out, and suddenly I felt Johnny's hand gripping my shoulder, he strained upward even harder for a few seconds, and then collapsed. I pulled off of Johnny, expecting to see him relaxing after his orgasm, but although his body lay slumped now against the side of the chair, he continued to slurp Parker's deflating cock. As I watched his little tongue reached up and licked a glob of cum off Parker's orange pubic hair. Parker, meanwhile, lay his forehead on the arm of the chair, eyes closed, panting, his amazing abs rising and falling almost spasmodically as he recovered from his orgasm, his hips still hunching slightly in response to Joe's continued thrusts. Joon's cock bobbed above his head, now forgotten. After another few seconds Johnny slumped back against the side of the chair, drew his legs back up into a ball, and began sobbing. Parker looked down at him at this, and Joe stopped his slow thrusting into the red-haired boy. "You OK?," Parker blurted. "I hope I didn't hurt you, I mean, I never really had my cock sucked that much, and man, you did it so good, I guess I was out of control there, I'm really sorry, I know everybody acts like it's like really good to have, like, kind of a big cock, but maybe it's not so good sometimes, like maybe if it was smaller it would be easier to suck, I hope it doesn't mess me up with customers and stuff, I mean probably a lot of them are used to doing it a lot, like they've been sucking cocks for years, probably, but still--" Suddenly Joon grabbed Parker by the hair and yanked him upright. "Shut the fuck up!" he demanded, his face a glowering mask of irritation. Parker's mouth snapped shut and he stared at Joon, wide-eyed. I decided to intervene. Standing up, I put one arm over the shoulder of each boy. They both looked at me. "Parker, you didn't hurt Johnny. He's sucked cocks even bigger than yours with no problem. He just came, and he always cries after he cums. It's just how he is. He's fine. And Joon here" -- I turned to my boy with a glare "--gets a little cranky sometimes, but you'll get used to him. He has COMPASSION too, RIGHT?" Joon held my gaze, swallowed, and said nothing. I decided not to press it. "Come on, Parker, you still need to practice your cocksucking. Joon hasn't cum yet, and he's getting a little frustrated. Let's get you guys into a better position." I turned to Joe. "Why don't you pull out a minute so these guys can rearrange themselves, OK?" The boy nodded solemnly and carefully withdrew his slick, arrow-straight five inches from Parker's ass. I patted the boy's butt in thanks. "Joon, sit in the chair, and Parker, you kneel in front of him. That will make it a lot easier. That's it." Parker knelt between Joon's wide-spread knees, then looked up at me, almost imploringly. "I still want to get fucked, though. I -- I liked how it felt when Joe was doing it to me." "I thought it was just men you were interested in! " I exclaimed. "I remember your uncle saying that's why you wanted to come here, that you weren't turned on by guys your own age!" The boy smiled sheepishly. "I guess I didn't know what I was talking about, huh?" I smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder. There was something about this kid, his lack of pretense, his openness, that I really liked. "Parker, you're gonna get all the fucking you could possibly want now. All those nights of wanting it, craving for it, all those times jacking off, all those times sticking stuff up in you pretending it was a real cock -- it's all over now. Now it's gonna be the real thing. Men, other boys, whoever you want, as much as you want. Pleasure and satisfaction you've always dreamed of!" The boy's expression was an indescribable mixture of gratitude and excitement, and in his eyes were tears of joy. I turned to Joe. "OK, hot stuff, let's see if you can make Parker's dreams come true here. He's gonna be on his knees while he sucks Joon. So if you kneel behind him I bet you can--" Before I could even finish the kid had dropped to his knees and tucked himself up against Parker, one hand gripping his dick, ready to insert it again. I smiled and caressed his neck. "OK boys, I think you know what to do from here on. Joon, the lesson's not over yet. Keep showing Parker the finer points. And Joe, keep filling him up, nice and slow. You've got great technique. Johnny, you've got Parker's cum all over your chin and neck. Why don't you get cleaned up? I'm gonna finish drying off myself -- come with me." As the other three boys began to move against each other Johnny and I went into the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and dabbed away Parker's drying cum. Johnny then got a dry towel and went over my back and hair, though I was already pretty dry -- despite the storm the apartment was still warm, though nothing like our old one had been. The boy enjoyed vigorously drying my butt, giggling as he did so. As I was hanging the towels back top I heard a cry from the other room. Peeking out, Johnny announced, "Joe cumming!" I looked over Johnny's head into the other room, and saw the small, flexing butt of the little guy banging over and over into Parker, the boy arching backward a bit, head thrown back, as he continued to cry sharply, "OH! OH! OH!" "He's cute, huh?" I commented. "You guys done anything yet?" "Of sex? Uh-uh," Johnny shook his head. "Maybe you guys should celebrate when you get your A on your project! Have a little party!" "Having a sex party!" Johnny mused, with a smile. I mussed the boy's hair affectionately. We returned to the living room as Joe collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion, his shiny, still-hard cock banging against his belly. Parker was bobbing up and down rhythmically on Joon's cock, his freckled shoulders hunched. His knees were spread a bit wide, and I could see a bit of Joe's cock slime trickling down the inside of one thigh just below his balls. Those low hangers in their smooth, dusky pink sack drew me forward. I decided I wasn't going to be the only guy in this apartment not cumming. Dropping to my knees behind Parker I eased Joe's legs out of the way and began caressing Parker's smooth asscheeks. Parker pulled off Joon's cock long enough to turn and look over his shoulder. "How'd you like a little bit bigger cock in you now?" I said. The boy blinked. "You can do it again? I mean, so quick?" "Don't think so. But I can cum if you suck me, I bet." In a little louder voice, I added, "And Joon hasn't cum yet." My boy and I made eye contact, and I gestured to him to come to me. He eased out of Parker and we switched places. "You've done a decent job on the first lesson," I grinned. "Now the master will take over!" "Shit!" Joon snickered, as he grabbed Parker's hips and settled his knees. I held Parker's eager face in my hands. I allowed my eyes to fall into his. His smile was beatific. I caressed his cheek with my thumb. "I think I'm gonna be more to you than just your sex teacher," I murmured. Parker swallowed hard, and for once was silent. I don't think he knew what to say. Suddenly his eyes flew open wider and he cried "AH!" I should have expected it. Joon had chosen our intimate moment to ram his cock into the red-haired boy. Anger surged through me. Suddenly I reached forward and grabbed Joon by the throat. "Don't take your jealousy shit out on him, you asshole!" I snarled. Rage darkened my boy's face as he gathered himself and rammed himself even harder into Parker. The red-haired boy gave a bellow, but I noticed, despite my anger, that he responded to Joon's cruel thrust by jamming his ass back against Joon. "He fucking likes it, obviously!" Joon sneered, pulling out part way and ramming Parker again. I drew a breath and willed myself to be calm. Knowing it would do nothing to ease Joon's rage I reached down and lovingly caressed Parker's upturned face as he winced in pain. "You OK if he's rough with you? If you prefer it he'll screw you more gently--" I looked up at Joon meaningfully "--whether he feels like it or not." "It's OK," the boy puffed manfully. "See?!" Joon withdrew almost all the way and shoved his cock in to the hilt. "YAAAH!" Parker yelled. Joon and I glared at each other and suddenly it hit me what I wanted to do. "OK," I said to Joon quietly. "But slowly." With that I eased my cock carefully in past Parker's lips, making what I hoped was reassuring eye contact with him, and then into his mouth. The boy blinked and began to suck me. I looked up at Joon, who waited silently. I reached out with one hand and grabbed Joon's hair, which had gained enough length that I could actually get a little fistful. Then I slowly stood up, going carefully so Parker could adjust to my change in position. I leaned forward over him, drew Joon to me, and stared into his eyes from just a foot away. Then I suddenly jammed my lips against his. His mouth opened to me and I rammed my tongue into him. I felt his arm come around my shoulders and, as I eased mostly out of Parker and then in again could feel Joon slowly do the same. With my other arm I caressed Parker's shoulders as Joon and I continued to suck and gnaw at each other with increasing intensity. Gradually he and I began to move faster, in an unspoken coordination. I drew back then, gripped Parker's head with both hands, and began to fuck my cock down his throat over and over. All the while my eyes bored into Joon. Meanwhile Joon was thrusting into Parker with increasing force too, his eyes never leaving mine, matching my intensity with his own. I finally looked down. Joon's white body was beginning to glow with sweat. I noticed his small nipples were erect. Parker was now sucking me with greater forcefulness himself, and I could feel the confidence in the rhythm of his hunching shoulders and the way he now gripped the base of my cock with one hand. As Joon fucked him he steadily shoved back, thrust for thrust, against the Korean boy. The pleasure was intense but, probably because of my recent orgasm, I felt no urgency about cumming. I decided I wanted to stay connected to Joon. "I'm gonna cum with you," I panted. Joon eyed me and said nothing, but his hands gripped Parker's hips harder and he increased the pace of his thrusting. After another minute Joon had begun to lean forward over Parker, his chest just a few inches from Parker's back. His eyes were still on me, ferocious, his teeth gritted now, sweat beading on his forehead. With each lunge into Parker he softly grunted, "Nh! Nh! Nh! Nh!" It was as if, as he fucked Parker, he was really fucking me. The idea thrilled me, and the thrill went straight to my cock. I increased the pace of my thrusting to match Joon's. Somehow, despite the wildness of my surges and the awkwardness of the angle, Parker was managing to thrash his tongue over and around the head of my cock. "Yeah!" I cried, to both Joon and Parker, my eyes locked onto my boy, at the same time spasmodically caressing Parker's hair and neck. "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" My orgasm was approaching, the beautiful, agonizing wave gathering. Suddenly Joon's eyes flew open and his body paused, rigid as a statue. He was about to come too! I gripped his rock hard little shoulders and smashed my mouth against his. "MMMMMPPPHH!!!!" came his muffled cry, and I felt his body jerk spasmodically, just as my own orgasm hit me. I felt Parker's body surge in response. In a chaotic moment of yelling, cumming, squirming, choking, grasping and clawing, Joon, Parker and I writhed against each other. At the last second Parker slipped off my cock and I finished cumming onto his panting face. It turned out that for a few minutes Parker had been jacking himself off and, despite two earlier orgasms, had cum voluminously all over the floor. The three of us finally collapsed, Joon and I slumping together over Parker's inert body. Silence reigned in the apartment. Several minutes later I raised my head and looked around groggily. There was Johnny sitting on the couch, surveying the wreckage of four inert bodies, blinking solemnly. I smiled at him. "Hi Sweetie." Johnny blinked at me. He looked a bit left out there on the couch by himself. I raised an arm, offering an embrace. "You look lonely!" Johnny grinned and immediately came over and flopped onto me, adding to the pile. One more thing remained. I reached over to where Joe lay a couple feet away from the rest of us and tugged on his arm. The boy opened his eyes and looked at me, his expression unreadable. "Come on," I murmured. He didn't respond. Johnny, seeing what I was trying to do, grabbed Joe with both hands and, using his considerable strength, unceremoniously pulled the small boy over to us and then embraced him. With one arm I cuddled them, while with the other I held Joon's narrow shoulders to me as we nestled against Parker's sweaty ribs. Johnny murmured something. "Hmm?" I asked. Johny blinked at me with a misty little smile. "I'n wanting to be like this all the time." I smiled and kissed his little nose, my heart full.