Date: Wed, 07 Aug 2019 07:33:57 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 37 Chapter 37 By the time Parker left for his first day of school it was already quite late -- he would barely make it on time, which I was to learn was common for him. He seemed to always be forgetting something, dropping something, apologizing for something. Punctuality, I feared, would never be Parker's strong suit. As I headed out to breakfast many of the boys were already leaving the cafeteria, heading off to class. Ahead of me a noisy gaggle of boys made their way across the turf, and I noticed that the loudest one, gesticulating and joshing, grinning and prancing, was Keoki. Even in a group of beautiful boys Keoki stood out. The kid was as dazzling as ever, his glossy curls shining in the sun, his smile flashing, his bright orange t-shirt contrasting spectacularly with his light chocolate skin. I watched him in appreciation. Suddenly it hit me. That orange shirt! That kid who had spied on me the other day had been wearing orange! Could it be? Now that I thought of it, it was kind of an unusual color -- not that many kids seemed to wear it. It obviously wasn't one of Mr. Brown's favorites. Then I reflected that since Keoki wasn't a fuckboy he probably picked out his own clothes, probably in Manila or even back in the States. I felt a surge of excitement. Maybe it would lead to nothing -- there were nearly a hundred boys on the island and at least a few of them had to have an orange shirt. Still I decided at that moment I was going to investigate. I was going to get to the bottom of this. I was either going to confirm that my stalker was Keoki or find out who else it was. And then I was going to find out exactly what he wanted from me. Maybe I was going to unravel some of the mystery around the enchanting Keoki. Eating my breakfast alone in a near-deserted cafeteria gave me the chance to reflect on how I would approach Keoki. My first thought was, take the direct approach. Go up to him and ask him point blank if he was spying on me. But something told me that wouldn't work, and might even backfire. At every step of the way with him what seemed to work was for me to just make myself available and let him make a move. At the pool he had originally gotten my attention by showing off for me. When I had arranged our "accidental" collision in the pool he had responded by climbing out of the water and claiming my chair for his own. On the other hand, as soon as I had taken the lead and got him to come to the showers with me he had suddenly been awkward, hesitant, unsure. And as soon as my back was turned he had left. Now he was, perhaps, spying, taking a little initiative. I was beginning to realize this boy was subtle, sensitive, indirect, despite his brashness and apparent self-confidence. Better to return to what worked -- make myself available and let him make the next move. I did, however, pay a visit to Mr. Brown after breakfast -- a visit that would eventually turn out to have been a very good idea. That afternoon after school let out I returned to the pool. The afternoon rain that had become an almost daily occurrence of late had just let up. Keoki was already there, I noticed, horseplaying with some other boys. I selected a lounge as far away as possible, plopped down my cooler, and opened the magazine I'd brought. For several minutes I browsed through a couple of articles, determinedly ignoring the boy and his friends. Eventually I heard a shout, unmistakably Keoki, quite a bit closer. Still I ignored him. I actually became pretty engrossed in a where-are-they-now article about teen heartthrobs from long ago, so much so that I apparently hadn't noticed him. When I finally finished the article I looked up -- and there he was, sitting on the grass not fifteen feet away. He was by himself. I smiled but said nothing. Instead I tossed the magazine aside, turned and adjusted the angle of the chaise so I could lie fully prone, put my sunglasses back on, and lay back with my eyes closed. Knowing he was watching me I aded a little extra touch, sticking my hand down my trunks and conspicuously rearranging things. Then I waited. It didn't take long. "Got any coke?" The boy stood next to me. I pushed my sunglasses up and grinned. "I've only got coke for beautiful boys." He smiled a charmingly bashful little grin. "Well, I'm beautiful," he said softly. "Who told you that?" "You did!" "I did? Oh, I don't think so. You must have me confused with someone else." "It was you!" I made as if to scrutinize him for the first time. "You? Beautiful? Hmmm, let me see . . . skinny little arms . . . kinky old hair . . . a butt too small to bother with -- I dunno . . ." "Come on!" he whined, still smiling, enjoying the game. "Well, you do have nice girly eyelashes . . . " "They're not girly!" "Oh, they sure are! And I guess you have nice little teeth. Although they're kinda yellow." "They are not! Shoot!" With that Keoki lunged for a drink. I grabbed his wrist as he tried to pop the top off the cooler. "Ha, gotcha!" With that I pulled the boy to me. He lost his balance and dropped to his knees. "Hey!" With my other hand I caressed the silk of his sinewy brown back. Suddenly, the smile gone, the boy looked vulnerable, unsure. I let my face become serious. "Doesn't that feel good?" I asked very softly. He swallowed and looked around nervously. I slowly stroked my fingertips down his spine several times. He fixed me with a confused stare. "Not sure?" I asked. "OK." I let go of his wrist. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Keoki." With that I suddenly stood up, grabbed the cooler and my magazine, and said briskly, "I guess I'll have to go find some beautiful boy to give my coke to." The boy looked at me, seeming a bit stunned. "Oh, it's OK, I'll see you some other time, maybe," I said. "Hey, here's a present for you." I reached into the cooler pulled out the garment Mr. Brown had supplied me with, and tossed it to him. "Try it on. Maybe tomorrow you'll be the most beautiful boy at the pool!" I smiled brightly, gave him a wave, and left Keoki alone there on the grass, one hand fingering the tiny black and yellow speedo. ************************************ I must admit I waited a little impatiently the next day for school to be out. I felt sure Keoki was hooked. I even headed to the pool a bit early and swam a few laps before the first few boys began trickling in to the pool area. I was back in my lounge chair waiting expectantly as more and more boys showed up and began frolicking in the water. Several guests made an appearance as well. The afternoon seemed hotter than usual after the daily rain, and there was as large a crowd at the pool as I'd ever seen. But no Keoki. I stayed for more than an hour. Finally I had just gotten up to leave in disgust when who should appear but lovely little Jack. He showed up with a loud pack of boys, all shouting, frolicking, and wearing deliciously little. He spied me after a few seconds, left his group, ran toward me and, taking a flying leap, jumped into my arms. "Whoa!" I cried, staggering backward with my burden. "It's Jack!" I pretended to fall back onto the grass. "Oh, sorry, did I hurt ya?" Jack looked anxious. I hugged him to me as I lay on my back and drew my fingertips slowly down his back. "Nope -- just wanted an excuse to cuddle you!" With a grin I squeezed one little butt cheek. In reply Jack ground his crotch against me. "You're gonna get me hard!" he protested with a mischievous smile. "Good! I wanna see if that little tiny suit can hold that monster of yours when it gets hard!" "It gets even bigger now," Jack whispered conspiratorially. "Really? Did you have some, uh, work done?" "You mean did I get frankensteined? Yeah!" "Oh, Jack, you didn't need that! Your body was perfect!" "It's even perfecter now!" the boy chortled. "And I can cum more too!" "What? You cum like a firehose already!" "Well, now it's more! Marco didn't want me to do it. He and Butch got in a fight over it," the boy announced, a bit proudly. "Seems like Butch won!" "They compermised," Jack explained. "I wanted a bigger cock, even, like a foot, and I wanted bigger balls, and everything!" "A foot! No Jack, that would be too weird. I mean, bigger and bigger isn't always better and better." "I guess that's what they decided. Anyway, it's only an inch bigger. Well, three-quarters. And they didn't do my balls. But I can really shoot now! I can make it go, like two and a half feet! I'm gonna win the olympics!" "The olympics? They have some kind of cumming contest or something?" "Mmm-hmm. There's one for how far you can shoot, one for how much you can cum, and one for how long you can hold it before you cum! I'm gonna win the distance one, for sure. Maybe the amount one too. Or maybe Isaac will. I can't win the self-control one, though. I got no self-control!" "I don't either when I'm around you!" I cried, rolling him over suddenly, pinning his arms to the ground, and kissing and nibbling his belly hungrily. Jack shrieked with laughter and writhed like crazy trying to get away. I nipped his small nipples, then drilled my tongue into the little patch of hair under one of his arms. He thrashed and shrieked even more. Finally I slid upward, embraced him and gave him a long, lingering kiss, which he reciprocated enthusiastically. His cock was like an iron bar against my belly and I could feel the heat through the little speedo he was wearing. Finally I pulled back and looked around us. Then I gazed at him. "Are we supposed to be doing this here?" "I dunno. I think guests can do whatever they want. Maybe not us, though." "Well, this is a pool so I guess we better go swimming then!" With that I jumped to my feet, picked Jack up and threw him howling over my shoulder, went to the edge of the water and dumped him in, flailing and crying out in mock protest all the way. I dived in after him. Jack and I spent a delightful half hour so so playing in the water. I realized as I tried to outsplash him that when I was with Jack he always made me feel young again. Eventually we were joined by the other boys he had come with. One was Rondol, and I reintroduced myself to him by ducking him under the water. After awhile we all were leaning against the pool edge in a line, resting from our exertions. Looking around I was shocked to spy Keoki. He was at the other end of the pool, doing this usual thing, taking leap after leap into the water. He was still wearing his long green plaid suit. At first I was disappointed to see that. Then I shook myself. What was I doing fretting about an apparently disinterested boy when I had the amazing Jack right here with me? I turned to him and gave him an affectionate grin. He smiled hugely back at me. What a boy. We played a little more in the water until it was time for me to get back to the apartment. Parker's first day of school the day before had actually mostly involved testing, so today would be the day he'd really settle in with his teachers and classmates. I wanted to see how his first full day had gone. I gave Jack a last kiss and tossed a wave to Rondol, who looked even more delicious than I had remembered as he waved back. I hoisted myself out of the pool and to my surprise almost bumped into Keoki, who pretended he hadn't seen me. "Hey there," I said, recovering from my shock and deliberately standing a little closer to him than I normally would. He blinked and ran a hand through his diamond-spangled curls. I turned and gestured to Jack. "I found a beautiful boy." I turned back to Keoki. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" Keoki's expression was a mixture of confusion and . . . something else I couldn't read. "I've still got more coke, though." I gave him wink and, before he could react went over and picked up my cooler and left without a backward glance. ************************************* The following day was the day it finally happened. The day I had been hoping for. And, as it turned out, it was the day Keoki had been hoping for too. I was at what had become my usual spot, lounging by the pool. The night before I hadn't had the greatest sleep -- despite the king-size bed I slept in with the boys I had been constantly jostled by Joon and Parker, who seemed to have spent most of the night having very energetic sex. At one point I awoke and could make out in the moonlight that Parker was sitting in Joon's lap, bouncing and writhing, moaning softly but constantly as Joon screwed him. I looked down at Johnny then, who lay cuddled against me on the other side. He slept like a baby. Seemingly hours later I awoke to find Parker and Joon lying pointing in opposite directions, engaging in a vigorous sixty-nine. A third time, as dawn began stealing into the room, Joon knelt over Parker, his fist gripping a hank of hair, as he roughly fucked the redhead's mouth. And so, even though I'm not normally a napper, I couldn't help dozing off and on as I relaxed poolside. "Hi," came a soft voice. I opened my eyes. There stood Keoki, wearing nothing but the tiniest black speedo, with yellow stripes down the sides. It took me a second to gather myself, but then I gave what I hoped was a welcoming smile. "Hi, Beautiful." The boy stood as if tongue tied. "That suit looks hot on you," I grinned, allowing myself to stare straight at the little lump in front. The boy swallowed and looked around nervously, as if to see if anyone heard. He stood on one leg, then the other. Then, as he noticed me continuing to openly ogle him, he actually dropped one hand in front of his crotch as if to conceal himself. I allowed time to go by. Finally I asked, in a low voice, "So are you ready?" He looked at me, stricken, as if trapped. "Ready for what?" he finally asked hoarsely. I stared at him. He swallowed and looked for all the world as if he wanted to get the hell away from me. Yet he stayed. "You know." I said with finality. He was silent. I made a decision. "I'm gonna relax here for another few minutes," I announced. Gesturing to the changing area, I continued, "then I'm gonna go take a shower. There's a row of stalls that have curtains. You know, for privacy. I'll be in one of them. Come join me if you want." With that I put my sunglasses back on, lay down flat in the chaise and proceeded to ignore him. ************************************* The cool water cascaded over me as I rinsed my suit out. Giving it a final wring I tossed it onto the head-high tiled wall that separated my stall from the adjacent one. Pumping the shampoo dispenser I got a handful of soap and was just about to wash my hair when the curtain slowly slipped part-way aside. And there stood Keoki. Still awkward, still hesitant. And yet, as we gazed at each other, there was something different in his eyes. I gave him a big smile. "Come in!" I exclaimed, drawing the curtain open the rest of the way. Elegantly, like a deer stepping over a low fence, the boy stepped over the small threshold and into the enclosure. I placed my hand on his shoulder and let my eyes fall into his. "I'm really glad you're here," I said tenderly. He swallowed, his eyes locked onto mine. I waited. And kept waiting. "What, um, are we gonna do?" came his murmured question, finally. "I'm gonna give you what you need." He swallowed again. I could almost smell the fear in him. "No need to be afraid, Beautiful." I caressed his neck with my thumb. "I won't harm you. You're safe with me." Another long pause. "What should I do?" he whispered. "Why don't you start by taking off that suit? As good as you look in it, you'll look even better in nothing." The boy complied. When he was naked he put his suit on the wall next to mine and faced me, looking awkward. I allowed him to see me admiring his body as I slowly, steadily stroked my lengthening, hardening cock. He swallowed hard, and seemed unable to take his eyes off what I was doing. "Do you want it?" I whispered. He stood as if paralyzed. "Take your time, Keoki. And then, whenever you're ready, I want you to hold my cock in your hand." I dropped my hand to my side then and stood, waiting, my cock mostly erect and pointing at him. Sooner than I thought he would the boy reached out, paused a second an inch or two away, and then slipped his slender brown hand around my shaft. "That's it," I smiled at him in encouragement. "Now give it a little squeeze." The boy did so. "Ooooh, yeah," I gasped, eyes closed. "Feels good." Keoki squeezed it again. I opened my eyes and grinned at him. "Can I squeeze you now?" I asked. The boy dropped his eyes. "I, uh -- it's not very big." "It's a perfect size. And it's getting nice and hard, I see! Can I?" The boy nodded, eyes still downcast. I reached out and gripped his 3 1/2 inches firmly, then squeezed and stroked. The boy breathed out heavily. I knelt in front of him. Looking up I admired the flat of his belly, the ripple of his ribs, the milk chocolate suppleness of his chest and shoulders. "Can I do something else?" I asked. He gazed at me. "What?" "Can I suck your cock?" He gave a quick, involuntary little wrinkle of the nose. "You want to?" It was as if he couldn't comprehend it. "I want to." "I guess," he conceded after a few seconds' thought. I slowly leaned in, made my tongue into a point, and met his cock at his frenulum, where a dusky red cord connected the underside of his cockhead to the shaft. I tickled back and forth. "AH!" the boy cried, jumping backward. "Oh man!" I chuckled. "Like that?" The boy blinked, looking astonished. "Nobody ever touched you there before?" "NO!" he exclaimed. "Well, step back over here when you're ready for more!" The boy blinked and hesitated. I waited patiently, despite the discomfort of the hard tiles against my knees. Finally he stepped forward again. This time, gathering saliva in my mouth, I slowly slipped my lips over his cockhead and swirled my saliva around his shaft with my tongue. "Ahhh!" he exclaimed, but this time didn't pull away. Keeping the suction tight I slowly slipped my lips downward until they rested and against his warm, nearly hairless pubes and his organ mostly filled my mouth. Then, just a slowly and tightly, I pulled back upward, stopping to tongue his coronal rim, and then slipped off his cock entirely. I looked up. The boy stood bent slightly at the waist, his eyes wide. I stood up and put my hand affectionately on his shoulder again. "Good, huh?" He looked up at me wordlessly, still looking astonished. "But that's not what you came here for. Is it?" He stared silently. Slowly, placing my hand on his back, I slid it downward, downward, over the curve of his small butt, my fingers splaying, and allowing, finally, one finger to find his crack, and then carefully to slowly slide downward and inward, until, an inch or two from his hole, it could go no farther. I held it there and held his eyes. "You know what men like to do best with boys, don't you?" He swallowed. Finally he whispered, "Have sex with them." "Yeah. But what kid of sex? What do they do when they want to really possess a boy? Really make the boy know he's theirs?" He blinked, still with that slightly stricken look. "I, um, don't know." "Yes you do." There was a long pause. "They, um, fuck them?" His voice was a scarcely audible whisper. "Yes," I said, very gently. "And that's what you're here for. Isn't it?" This was the moment. I had done my best. Now it was up to him. I would go no father unless he was sure. He stared at the floor. I waited. Finally, barely perceptibly, he nodded. A thrill went through me. It was going to happen. I waited. He looked up at me then, and his eyes were pleading. "What is it?" I asked softly. "I . . ." "Yes?" "I'm . . . scared." "I know. All boys are their first time. It's normal." His eyes searched mine. His face was so beautiful then that something clenched in my throat. I pressed on. "So, tell me what you're scared of." "Um . . . I don't know. It's, um, gonna hurt." "Yes. It hurts every boy the first time. It hurt me the first time." His gaze wavered. "It did?" "Yep. And yet, here I am! No harm, no damage, no problems! You just have to go through it the first time. And it's really nice, your first time, if you have a man who is patient and really likes you." He dropped his eyes shyly. "Do you really like me?" I could tell by how he asked that he already knew what I would say. I guess he just needed to hear it. "Keoki, I really, really like you." He looked up. His eyes were still pleading, but he said softly, "OK." "OK what?" "Ok you can -- you can, um, do it to me." "Say the word, Keoki. Don't be shy. I can what?" "You can fuck me." I nodded slowly. "Yes. It will be a special day for me." The boy stared and swallowed. "Shall we go to my apartment?" I asked. The boy frowned. "Um, there's -- people around," he muttered. "I know you, um . . ." "I what?" "You have boys that live with you." I wondered how knew this. Then I remembered -- if he was my stalker he would know, of course. I decided not to embarrass him by mentioning his stalking. "You don't want them to know?" The boy frowned and shook his head. "Well," I looked around. "I guess we can do it right here. If you don't mind the hard floor." The boy looked around, then knelt and sat on the floor in answer. I turned the shower off. I knew this was probably be going to be rough on my knees, but the sight of the boy's lean brown body, his red-brown erection, and his delicate, frowning features made that unimportant. I knelt in front of him. "OK, lie down on your back. That's right. Now bend your knees. That's it. Now bring them back to your ears. Yeah, that exposes your hole, see." The boy lay supine, his arms splayed to the sides. Tiny droplets of sweat beaded in the hollows of his hairless armpits. I knelt between his knees and gently eased them wide apart. "Now you hold onto your legs. Yeah, grab behind your knees. Right. Now try pulling them back toward the floor and out. Yeah. See how that opens you up to me?" I felt my chest tighten at the breathtaking sight of a beautiful boy slowly opening his legs wide for me. I gently traced a finger down over the seam of his perineum and over his newly exposed, brownish-pink pucker. The boy swallowed. "Lay your head back and relax -- don't try to strain to see. You'll just tire your neck out. OK, I'm gonna get your ass ready now." "What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna lick it!" I expected a reaction of disgust, but Keoki just said, "Oh." And so I went to work. I worked my tongue against his little bud over and over. Then I lubricated him with as much saliva as I could, until his pinkish brown pucker was glistening. Finally I began inserting a finger, which took a long time. His was as tight an asshole as I'd ever tried to open. After several minutes I finally I was able to insert half of my index finger. "You OK?" I asked, caressing his belly. "Uh-huh," he huffed. I began worming the first digit of two fingers in. The boy didn't seem in exceptional discomfort, although from time to time he rolled his head back and forth on the tile floor, eyes squeezed shut. I got two fingers halfway in. I was getting hornier and more impatient by the minute. That would have to do. "OK, I'm gonna replace my fingers with my cock." He raised his head up, looking distressed. I caressed his neck. "Just relax, baby. And when the pain starts, just remember -- it won't last, and it's not gonna injure you. You'll be just fine afterwards. Boys have been taking men's cocks inside them just fine for thousands of years. OK?" He blinked and stared at me. "OK." I spat several times on my cock, then placed the head at his back door. "All right, when I count to three, I want you to hold your breath and push out like you're taking a shit. OK?" He frowned. "OK." "And once you feel me in you a little bit, your body will try to tense up, but that will make it hurt worse. So you just order your body to relax instead. Here we go, now. One . . . two . . . three." Nothing. "Let's try again. One . . . two . . . three . . . " I pressed more firmly and he yielded a bit, with a gasp. After a few more tries about half of my glans was in him. I leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Do you want it, Beautiful?" I whispered in his ear. It came so softly I could barely hear it. "Um, yeah." The sweet tightness in my groin knotted harder. "I want to hear you say it." A pause. "Say what?" "Say what you want." A long pause. Then his voice, like a whisper. "You can put it inside me. If you want." "But what about you? What do you want?" I asked gently. Another pause. "I want it inside me." Success! "Yeah. I can feel that you do." I gazed into his eyes. His elegant little face was so serious. His eyelashes were even more lush up close. I pursed my lips and then slowly, so he had time to get used to it, I planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "We're gonna go real easy at first," I said. "Very easy . . . Take a nice deep breath. That's it. Now that I'm in you a little bit the key is to relax. If you're relaxed my cock will go in you naturally." I gently caressed Keoki's nail-hard cock, his little balls, the soft-as-silk skin of his groin and belly. Eventually his ass relaxed its pinching hold on my glans a little. I pressed my shaft into him a tiny bit more, slowly and carefully. His little body was like a furnace. My cock craved release, craved the indescribable pleasure of penetrating a fist-tight rectum, of feeling myself bottoming out. I didn't know how much longer I could hold myself back from ravishing this delicious boy. I had told him we'd go easy -- but as I felt him trying to open to me, clutching me to himself, breathing tensely, sweetly, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my promise. I put my face to his and kissed him full on the lips. I don't know why but it shocked me that his little tongue met mine. We made out as I tried to slide my cock forward a little bit into the gripping tightness. I still could scarcely believe that the unsure, reluctant Keoki was eager for sex all of a sudden. Or maybe it was something more than sex. Maybe that tongue pressing against my tongue, that ass against my cock weren't really about sex at all. Maybe that pushing, that insistent pushing, was about -- what? A need for love? A mindless craving for pleasure? Or an impatient curiosity, perhaps? A frustrated desire, constantly stimulated here on the island, in this steaming tropical soup of constant sex, sex everywhere, to just experience, to just find out, maybe to just get it over with? Whatever it was, the boisterous, wildly physical, confidently flirtatious Keoki-by-the-pool had given no sign of this side of himself. It was as if this sexual impatience were bursting out from a latent place within him, like a chick bursting from an egg, in all its wet, sprawling immaturity. I held the awkward chick against me, caressing his neck now. Boys will always surprise you, I reflected. Their complexity, their contradictions, their unpredictable charm, the way they sometimes touch your heart so unexpectedly. I pressed into him another inch. His eyes squeezed shut, he gritted his teeth, he gripped my arms with both hands -- and then he relaxed. I could feel his sphincter contracting and relaxing. So far he'd taken me OK, but now it seemed like I couldn't go any farther. He seemed to be at his limit. I looked down. I was maybe 3 inches in, maybe a bit less. "Here, let's get some more oil on there!" I said, squirting lube between us. I worked it carefully into the thin skin of his anus stretched tight all around my cock, as well as all over my shaft. I started to slide in a little more now, but as soon as I did, Keoki went pale -- or as pale as his milk chocolate skin would allow. His eyes widened, and a yell came from somewhere deep inside him. More than a little concerned, I caressed his cheek. "You OK, Beautiful?" I asked. Keoki didn't answer, gasping and panting, eyes now squeezed shut, the fingers of one hand clutching and squeezing the front of my shoulder. "Come on, talk to me baby, you all right?" "It hurts! Feels like . . . my balls!" I caressed his cheek again. "It's OK, Keoki," I said tenderly. "I think it's just the shock of the sudden pressure of my cock against your prostate. You'll be OK! Pretty soon you'll be asking for more!" Keoki laughed through the pain. This was one tough little guy! `Let's wait a minute," I said. "The pain will ease up." After a minute I had a thought. "You like it though, don't you!" I said with a smile. He looked down, then up at me a moment, then down again, as if he was a little embarrassed to admit it. "Yeah . . . " he whispered. That did it. "I been goin' easy in you so far. But now I'm gonna rape your little butt. You're just too delicious for me to hold back any longer. You ready?" I asked, pushing in a little more. He looked up at me, fear in his lustrous eyes. "It's gonna hurt, huh?" I could hear the strain in his voice. "You bet. But your ass can take it. Like I said, it won't injure you. Relax as much as you can. You know you need it." He didn't argue with me. "Um . . . OK," he said softly. My cock had softened a little as we waited, probably from the fear that I had hurt him, but now his willingness to get fucked hard sent a surge of blood and power straight to my cock. I drew back, then pressed in harder and slid in a little farther. I could tell it was painful, as Keoki wiggled and squirmed, but he wasn't screaming, and I knew I actually had a chance to go in all the way. I kept going. In a tiny bit, out a tiny bit, in more, out a little. He was moaning very softly, like a small child. Finally, at long last, my balls rested in his little crack, and I was in all the way! This beautiful little virgin had taken it all! His whole body trembled. I rested for a moment to make sure his little butt could adjust, then I started fucking him hard -- brutally, in fact. "Unngghh . . . ohhh . . . uggghhh . . . ahhhh," Keoki grunted as I slammed him. I didn't pull all the way out, but I was going full force now, and this kid, though he seemed to have adjusted somewhat, was still feeling the pain. Tears rolled down his fine-featured little face, and he whimpered and moaned. I wanted him to feel some pleasure too, of course, so I reached down and started playing with his cock as I plowed him. I couldn't resist caressing his sweaty little sac, then squeezing those balls a bit. In my excitement I might have squeezed too hard, and he shrieked -- the noise he made was almost feral -- but he was rock hard! Was this little guy going to turn out to be another Byron, in love with pain? Or another Joon, needing to be dominated? I continued pumping his little ass and stroking his cock. A couple of minutes may have gone by, although the pleasure was so great I really had no sense of time. Then suddenly he sucked in a breath, his body went rigid as a board and he looked into my eyes and stared with intensity. I ceased moving. Time seemed to stop for just a moment then as he tentatively worked his hips with a slight, slow grinding motion, almost as if he were savoring the feel of my shaft deep within him. Then he pursed his lips, squeezed his eyes shut, his little body began to quiver and jerk and I knew his orgasm was hitting him. "Unh! Unh!! Unh!!" he grunted. I quickly looked down and sure enough one, then two, then three big drops of watery boy juice surged out and pearled on his lower belly, hitting just above the head of his reddened, straining cock. His little ass squeezed my cock like a vice. I began kissing his neck, nibbling on his ear, caressing the back of his head while plunging my cock in and out of him as the boy whimpered beneath me. It was intense. Then, before I could say or do anything, I felt my cum surge up from my balls and it ripped from my prick like an explosion. "OH YEAHHHH!!! FUUUUUUCK!!" I screamed as I pumped my hot juice deep up into his boy hole. "FUUUUUUCK!!" The boy groaned but gripped me tight -- he was right with me. I finally fell on top of him, spent. His mouth was next to my ear and I could hear his soft moans as his climax faded too. Then his little body let go and relaxed. We both lay there as our cocks began to deflate. "Don't, um, pull it out," he whispered. "No?" I looked down at his delicate, exhausted little boy face. "How come?" "I dunno." "You kinda like how it feels? My dick in your butt?" After a moment he nodded. I drew my fingers through his curly, sweaty hair. "You KINDA like it? Or you LOVE it?" The boy gave a crooked, bashful little smile. "I guess I love it," he whispered. "Well good, cause I love fucking you, deep and hard!" Then Keoki surprised me. He tightened his arms around me and hugged me hard, a long time. When his hold finally loosened I tipped his head back to look at him. There were tears in his eyes. "That wasn't just a good feeling, was it? In your body, I mean. That was something you needed. In your heart." The boy blinked and swallowed, absorbing this. I caressed his velour cheek with my finger. "Remember I told you you need a man to love you? Well, this is part of it. His hard cock deep inside you. His cum deep inside you." The boy seemed entranced, unable to stop staring into my eyes. "You need to keep looking til you find the right man, Keoki. It's not gonna be me -- I have a boy of my own I love. But you'll find him. And until you find the right guy you can come and see me anytime, and I'll give you a reminder of what you need. We'll find a private place, if you don't want other guys to know. I'll give you some of this" -- I thrust my hips against his -- "and also this." I kissed him gently, tenderly on the lips. He didn't pull back. He gazed at me solemnly, soaking up every word. "I've opened the way -- I've gotten you used to it now. Your mind is ready and so is your body, your ass, your cock. I want you to have lots of great sex now. Does that sound good?" I smiled with what I hoped was encouragement. Keoki smiled back gamely. "You won't have any trouble taking a cock inside you anymore . . . not mine, and not all the other ones that will follow it. You're ready. Every time the pain will be less and the pleasure more. From now on it will just feel better and better." The boy nodded slowly. We gazed into each other's eyes another moment, and then he pulled against me and I folded him into my embrace. *************************** I lay in the semi-darkness of my moonlit bedroom. Joon slept to my left, curled toward me. In his sleep one of his arms had flung itself over me. Parker and Johnny slept to my right, wrapped in each others' arms. They had fucked for the first time earlier that evening. Johnny had been so affectionate it had brought the redheaded boy to tears. Since sleep had yet to come to me I found myself musing about Keoki. The boy had really touched me. Our sex had been intense, yes, but it was more than that. Taking boy's virginity is always a serious thing -- you know you are imprinted in his mind forever, for better or worse. I found myself wondering if he would take me up on my offer to come by for more sex or more affection. I really hoped he would. I hoped I'd get more chances to show him not just a man's desire for him but a man's love. But since he had been so uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing what we were doing I sort of doubted he'd want to show up in a place where he knew other boys lived. Still, he had seemed pretty attached to me by the time we had left that shower room. He had walked silently at my side all the way across the compound until we had to go our separate ways, me to the apartment and he to the back part of the resort that held the employee cabins. When I hugged him goodbye there was emotion in his face. I still wasn't really sure that Keoki was gay, or even bisexual. I had concluded that, like many boys, he was starved for affection, especially male affection. And though he may have been a loud, carefree boy when he was playing with his friends, there was a whole other side to him -- sensitive, needing something or someone. Whether sex was just a substitute for the love he didn't get, or something more, remained to be seen. I hoped that I would be the one to help him answer that question. Joon stirred next to me and murmured something. I had discovered early in our relationship that he sometimes talked in his sleep -- a sort of incoherent mumble usually. I turned and pulled him toward me a bit. My arms went around him, and he tucked one leg between mine. I held him to me and kissed him on the cheek. He murmured bit more, and pressed himself to me more tightly. How aware is a sleeping person of his environment, I wondered. Was Joon aware, even as he slept, that we were holding each other? Did he secretly, or perhaps unconsciously, want affection -- affection he would have a hard time admitting to wanting when he was awake? Maybe he and Keoki, as utterly different as their personalities were from each other, were not really all that different, I thought. Maybe, underneath it all, they just want love. Maybe that's what we all want. I gazed at Joon's peaceful face and remembered that time, weeks before, when, right after some rough sex, I'd asked him what he needed from me. He had answered "love." Yes, I thought. Yes. I kissed him again and snuggled him to me more tightly.