Warning: The following is a work of fiction and does not relate to any real person or event. This particular chapter describes explicit sexual activities between young boys and between adult men and young boys. If this is not what you are looking for, you have no excuse for reading any further. If it is, then enjoy!

THE PORN BOYS

by

Cosmo

Chapter 13: Crystal Lake - I

Kick, kick, kick.

`Don't,' I said.

Vladik was standing by the car repeatedly kicking the tire.

Kick, kick, kick.

`Don't do that,' I said.

He carried on kicking, the stiff toe of his sneakers rebounding off the hard inflated rubber. Kick, kick, kick.

`Stop that,' I said, a little more forcefully.

He stopped, but only long enough to look round at me defiantly, focusing on me standing just a few yards behind him, and tauntingly said, `Make me!'

I took a deep breath. He couldn't possibly have known the countless times I had heard that mocking refrain. All this because he didn't want to go on the hike with us. His truculence had descended into outright defiance. But now his attitude of utter non-compliance was starting to wear thin.

`I'd rather you just did what I ask,' I replied.

`Why should I?'

`Because it would make my life easier?' I countered, phrasing it almost like a question.

`Why should I?' he said again, `You've never done anything for me.'

`Only because you won't let me,' I replied.

He turned his cute blond head once more and glared at me with an incensed look.

`Fuck you!' he hissed.

That was his answer to everything. Clearly my entreaties were not getting me anywhere.

Anton, who had been standing behind me witnessing all this, decided to intervene. He stepped forward so that he was between Vladik and me.

`You should do as Mark says,' he reasoned, with a more even tone.

'Why should I?' for the third time.

`Because he's responsible for you and he knows what's good for you.'

`Yeh, he knows everything,' Vladik quipped, heavy with sarcasm.

`He knows a hell of a lot more than you do,' Anton interjected, coming to my defense.

Vladik turned and glared at Anton this time.

`Shut the fuck up!' he said, with a scowl.

`I will if you will,' Anton replied cleverly.

`Go fuck yourself,' Vladik retorted, giving the tire another kick just for good measure.

`I'd rather fuck you,' said Anton, humorously.

Anton turned to me and smiled a crooked little smile of faint amusement, looking almost pleased with himself. He knew he could get through to Vladik, and that he could talk to him on his level much better than I could. He flashed me a knowing glance that said `Leave this to me' and I was happy not to interfere. I was actually relieved to know that Anton was an ally, and that he had an innate understanding of the challenges concerning Vladik. It gave me a lovely warm feeling of solidarity to know that we were both reading from the same page.

He went over to Vladik and put a hand into the small of his back. Vladik stopped kicking. Anton guided him away and around to the other side of the car. They stood so that the car was between me and them. Their top halves were visible just above the high sloping hood of the Constellation. They walked some distance away, up to a spot on the higher ground just off the dirt road and, when Anton felt I could not hear them, he turned Vladik around so that they had their backs to me. He put an arm across Vladik's shoulders and seemed to be gesturing with his other hand. He was evidently giving him some kind of vigorous lecture, during which Vladik listened and didn't interrupt. I watched them for a while in this confidential huddle, and Anton would turn and look back periodically, sometimes gesturing over at me by jerking a thumb over his shoulder. I couldn't hear everything he was saying, but when they both turned to face each other, and they were in profile to me, I could just make out some of the louder passages of Anton's diatribe, `...done everything for you... ungrateful little bastard... treat him like shit...'

Was Anton sticking up for me? Whatever it was, Vladik seemed cowed and humbled by this. Anton had a really good grasp of the situation. Watching him in action was a real revelation. God, he was good.

`...I won't...' Vladik was protesting, `...oh yes you will...' said Anton, and that was the last thing I heard.

And with that, Anton turned and marched back purposefully towards me, leaving Vladik up there by the road, kicking his little heels into the dust and evidently mulling things over.

Anton came towards me with an air of accomplishment about him, and he continued straight past me towards the tent.

`That's him sorted out,' he said, as he went by.

Anton went into the tent and finished packing his gear. I followed and crawled in after him. I sat there watching him stuffing things into his backpack.

`What did you say to him?' I asked.

`A few home truths,' said Anton.

`Don't be too hard on him,' I said, afraid that Anton might have upset Vladik.

`Don't worry, I was firm, but fair.'

`He just needs time to come around,' I said.

Anton stuffed the last of his things into his backpack, zipped it up, and looked over at me, pushing his spectacles back up his nose.

`There's only one thing that kid needs,' he said, with a wry smile, `A damn good fucking.'

He left it at that and got up, lugging his backpack with him. I watched him, open mouthed, as he went past me and out of the tent. What I found most bracing about his statement was not his plain talking. I was already used to that. It was more that he had now almost openly declared his intentions concerning Vladik.

******

The best thing about Crystal Lake was that it was a closely guarded secret. It was as yet unspoiled by tourists and really only well known by the locals. That was due in part to the fact that it was so remote, and not particularly prominent on any map. That was what I liked about it. It was possible to spend days there without ever seeing another human being. Those we were likely to come across were equally discreet, or were from the far side of the lake. There was a small hamlet there, really only just a few scattered houses, and there was a small resort with split log cabins for rental that were spread out across a few acres of forested land. There was also a modest-sized bar and diner and a small jetty where the pleasure-boats could tie up and refuel.

It was towards the resort that we were headed. But to get there meant a protracted hike around the perimeter of the lake. There was a vague path that had been carved out of the wooded area that surrounded most of the lake. The trees afforded us some welcome shade from the harsh sun as we made our way along the forested path. It really wasn't that far in distance, though the heat and the undergrowth sometimes made it quite heavy going. When I had followed this route in the past, it had been with boys who were brimming with enthusiasm and excitement. Trying to do it with Vladik's grudging surliness made it less of an adventure and more of a chore. But I hoped that the trip would be worthwhile. We had deliberately taken the long way around the lake because there was a special place that I wanted to take the boys to -- a hidden cove way over on the distant shore of the lake that was very well concealed and virtually undiscovered.

One significant thing happened on the hike. We stopped on a piece of high ground, where the forest reached perilously close to the edge of the lake. The bank here was quite steep, almost a vertical drop down into the lake. It was a nice spot to rest, shaded by the trees, and high enough above the water to afford a spectacular view across the lake. As we paused for a rest, I thought it might be time for some sustenance. We had only packed light provisions. I brought out some energy bars and bottles of water and handed them around. Vladik was still moody and grudging, but I suspected he had perhaps started to enjoy the hike. At any rate he seemed to have lost some of the stiffened resentment with which he had started out. He took the energy bar from me. That was an achievement in itself. Unfortunately, Vladik dropped it. It fell to the ground and bounced lightly just once, disappearing over the edge of the steep bank, and we all watched his energy bar tumble down the side of the rock and plop into the still waters of the lake below. Vladik stopped, frozen in disappointment. There was a momentary hesitation where he had to instantaneously decide how to react. He looked down and puckered his lips in frustration. I felt so sorry for him.

Yura and Anton watched this happen, but they had already bitten into their energy bars and were busily chewing away. They looked at each other, no doubt apprehensive as to how Vladik might react. I held out my energy bar, which was still untouched in its pristine, shiny wrapper.

`Here,' I said, `have mine.'

I stood before him with my arm fully outstretched. Vladik looked at the energy bar in my hand, then quite deliberately looked up at me with an expression of utter incredulity and incomprehension. I could see the look in his pretty green eyes which betrayed his sentiments exactly, as if he was saying `Why the fuck would you want to do that for me?' I returned his stare with a haunting, almost needy look that said `Because I love you, you little fool, can't you see that?' At the same time, I could see how much he really wanted it, so I tore open the end, peeled down the wrapper halfway, rather like peeling a banana, and proffered it to him. He took it, but made no attempt to take a bite from it. He just looked at it, as though he was deciding whether it was worth eating. Just then, as he held the half unwrapped bar in his hand, and before he had time to change his mind, I broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth for him. He readily accepted it. I pressed my fingers into his open lips just for good measure, making sure it was between his teeth. He crunched down on it with his back teeth, his cheeks bulging as he chewed. I noticed how soft and wet his luscious little ruby lips were, and touching them like that gave me a tiny little stab of delight. The others were spectators to this little transaction, and they looked mildly shocked by the fact that Vladik never thanked me. To them he probably appeared surly and ungrateful. But they didn't know what I knew. Vladik may have failed to thank me, but the fact that he had accepted anything from me at all was a tremendous leap forward. He even let me feed him. That was an unequivocal vote of confidence in my favor. I was pretty sure that Anton's stern lecture had paved the way for this amelioration in his attitude, and Vladik was starting to mellow towards me. We were definitely making progress. It won't be long now, I thought to myself.

******

After an hour and a half of walking we finally arrived at the spot. The hike was well worth the effort. The splendor of the cove, when we finally reached it, was quite breathtaking. We left the cover of the trees and I led the boys carefully down a small embankment. We clambered over a few rocks left by some ancient glacier and down to the soft, white sand of the cove. Behind us, trees covered the curved shoreline. In front of us was a gentle slope of whitish sand that disappeared down into the transparent waters of the lake. It was our own private little beach. This secret little spot was hidden from view except when a boat would pass directly opposite. It was such a special place, and the scene of many a lazy afternoon for me and the young boys I had shared it with in the past. It was heartwarming to see Yura and Vladik stand on the edge of the sand and they both turned and looked at each other simultaneously. Then Yura turned to me. I knew exactly what he was going to ask me.

`Go on,' I implored him, `It's okay.'

Yura looked at the lake, then at Vladik, then back at me. We had brought no bathing gear, and Yura knew that.

`Can we?'

`That's the general idea,' I said.

This place was made for skinny dipping. As soon as the boys understood that, it turned into a race to be first into the water. They both shrugged, as if to say `What the heck' and started to strip. In a matter of seconds their sneakers, socks, t-shirts, jeans and underwear were all scattered recklessly on the sand and their pink little butts were enticingly stripped bare. In no time, both of them were naked and running headlong towards the water. Their impetuosity and excitement was reflected in the way their arms were flailing outwards wildly as they belted towards the water and their little feet threw up small plumes of fine, powdery sand as they ran. They splashed into the water, then when it was waist-high they jumped and fell onto each other. That pretty much set the tone for what followed. They started splashing and dunking each other, shrieking and goofing around.

I stood there next to Anton and watched, with my backpack slung over one shoulder.

`Beautiful aren't they?' I said.

Anton stepped up beside me and we both stood there, shoulder to shoulder, basking in the warming sun.

`Uh huh,' he agreed, `damn cute.'

As we watched the boys, I knew that Anton had the same appreciation of them as me. What he saw was the very same beauty and allure that I saw, and I knew that his desires were fuelled by the very same primal instincts as me.

`Shall we?' Anton asked, pulling off his thin t-shirt and exposing his well-defined teen body.

I nodded. It was time for us to get naked too.

Anton removed his sneakers, loosened his belt and pulled off his jeans and boxers. I did the same. I could see him give my body a cursory once over, this being the first time he had seen me naked. I detected a hint of approval in his eyes. He looked damn good himself.

I sat down in the sand, preparing to stretch out and take it easy. Anton sat down next to me, his elbows resting on his raised knees, and we watched the boys playing naked in the water. They had swum out towards a rocky outcrop some distance away on the left hand bank of the cove. There were some rocks that rose up steeply on one side and tapered down towards the water. The rocks protruded into the lake far enough from the bank so there was a sufficient depth of water to jump into, and they were high enough to provide a good platform for jumping off. They were really only accessible from the water, but they were perfect for diving. I admired the boys' perseverance in swimming over there. They had obviously recognized that it was a good spot, and were busy exploiting their good fortune by jumping off the rocks repeatedly, engaging in all sorts of silly antics, screaming and doing somersaults, jumping off backwards and in all manner of different orientations.

We sat and watched as both boys climbed back up out of the water, hopping up onto the rocks once more. There was one rock in particular that was fairly broad and flat, and was perfect for diving. They stood together, synchronizing their dive, and simultaneously jumped off together, launching themselves into the air with their arms and legs flailing madly, and screaming dementedly as they hit the water. Their sheer unrestrained joy was heartwarming. It was especially good to see Vladik so happy and exuberant.

It was perhaps an opportune moment for Anton and I to be watching because what happened next was strangely fascinating and arousing. We watched as the boys climbed back up onto the flat rock, puffing with sheer exhaustion, laughing and chortling away between breaths. They had tired themselves out within a very short time and needed to get their breath back. They sat down naked on the rock, resting and allowing their little bodies to dry off in the afternoon sun. The rock was wide enough for them to stretch out comfortably side by side. They went very quiet. Vladik was lying back with his legs stretched out, propped up on his elbows. Yura was crouched cross-legged next to him. They were talking, and at the same time playing with their dicks. They stroked each other, curiously feeling out each other's body, perhaps tugging on each other's little dick, and at the same time carrying on this disjointed, absent conversation. At one point, Vladik got up and moved behind Yura, pushing him forward so that he could feel up his little butt, and Yura let him. He carried on talking whilst Vladik probed his little butt with his fingers. Then they just sat for a while not doing anything and just chatting. After a few more sentences of conversation, Yura turned around and kissed Vladik on the lips. Vladik didn't respond. He was busy tugging at his own dick by then. It was fascinating.

As we watched, the boys started to get a little more active. Yura fell onto Vladik, enticing him into an embrace and they started wrestling. But it was a curious kind of wrestling. Not the huffy-puffy kind of wrestling that boys usually engaged in, and quite unlike their wrestling from last night. This was a more gentle, playful, sensuous kind of frolicking, interspersed with spontaneous sexual affectations and loving little gestures. They tumbled around on the rock, intermittently stopping to try out all sorts of different things. They would huddle, kiss, stroke and fondle each other, adjusting their bodies to whatever felt good. If they didn't like it, they tried something else. Sometimes they would just stop and take a break, as though a hiatus in the proceedings was inconsequential. Keeping the momentum going was not a priority. They could just resume whenever they felt like it. It didn't matter if they both had a boner or not. Sometimes one of them would just sit there, maybe preoccupied by something else, while the other tried something out on him -- it was just so relaxed and laissez-faire. What I realized from watching the boys interacting like this was that this was what little boy sex was all about. Little boy sex was not like adult sex. It was more open and spontaneous. It was not as oppressive, mainly because it was not about orgasms and cumming. In fact, cumming seemed almost of no importance. It was more about interacting, doing what felt good and having fun. The biggest difference was in the way they interacted with each other. Unlike adult sex, they laughed and giggled a lot. At one point Vladik got behind Yura again and this time actually stuck his stiff little dick into Yura's butt. It seemed to go in with consummate ease, and failed to elicit the little yelp of pain that my cock had always inflicted. Vladik fucked into him slowly, and they rocked together for a few short strokes, then he pulled out again. Vladik sat back down, inspecting his little dick, which was still standing up clear and hard in his crotch. Yura turned and leaned over him and gave Vladik's dick a quick suck, bobbing his head on it a couple of times. And they actually talked intermittently while they were doing this, carrying on a disjointed, halting dialogue as their bodies busily pleasured each other. There was eye contact and smiles, and lots of whispering and -- nicest of all -- lots of little kisses. Not heavy, sensual kissing, like they had engaged in last night, with tongues and all that. These kisses were more like friendly little nips, which they administered to each other as they played, almost like two little puppies having a friendly play-fight. And that was exactly what it appeared to be -- a play-fight, where they enjoyed the physical sensation of their bodies tumbling and writhing together, and where they were able to stroke and probe and finger and explore every part of their bodies, as though it was all new to them and nothing was forbidden. God, it was beautiful.

Anton and I were both mesmerized by this spectacle. When the boys felt they had enough, they both settled down and relaxed back on the rock side by side. Their little boners were still perceptibly stiff, but not at that moment the center of attention. Then, after a brief pause, and without any prompting whatsoever, we saw Yura rise up onto his knees and take hold of his little dick. He moved in so that he was between Vladik's legs, and knelt there with his little dick in his hand. Vladik said nothing. He carried on lying there, studiously watching in anticipation, apparently not at all fazed by Yura's antics. Vladik's rather large boydick was now sticking straight up in his crotch, betraying his extreme state of arousal, pulsing expectantly. Yura was kneeling between his legs, looking down, holding his semi-erect little boydick in his hand and, after a few wordless seconds of concentration, there was a tentative squirt of lightly colored pee, which developed into a steady stream and which he directed all over Vladik's stiff dick, his hairless balls and tight little tummy. He seemed to be enjoying it. They were both smiling and giggling with pleasure and exchanging idle remarks as they did it. I could tell Vladik was extremely aroused by it. Vladik brought one hand around to feel the warm sprinkle of Yura's pee between his fingers and was moving his hard little dick back and forth under the gentle little stream, and he was enthusiastically rubbing the wetness all over his tummy, savoring it as though it was some kind of therapeutic embrocation. He was smiling up at Yura with an almost sycophantic expression.

When Yura had emptied his bladder all over Vladik, he shook off his little dick and sat down between Vladik's legs. Vladik sat up, hugging Yura real close, so that his chest was against Yura's back. You could see that the affection that passed between them was deep and genuine. It was apparent in their caring gestures and the gentle way they ministered to each other. The way Vladik cuddled Yura, so gently and closely, was testimony to the love that he felt towards him. It also reassured me that Vladik was actually a very loving little boy. Despite his outward truculence and hostility, he was capable of very real affection. Watching him with Yura was curiously fascinating, strangely pleasing and extremely arousing. They laid back together for a few moments, with Vladik cuddling Yura close to him, reaching around, stroking Yura's chest and squeezing his little dick and hooking his long slender legs around Yura in the most loving and affectionate way. Yura stroked Vladik's smooth thighs as they were wrapped around his hips. Then I saw Vladik close his eyes in pleasure and tilt his blond head back slightly, and there was a moment of quiet anticipation where they both concentrated for a few seconds, saying nothing. Vladik's face transfigured into an expression of extreme relief. Yura started smiling and giggling and he was flexing his shoulders, moving them back and forth as though in an exaggerated shudder. Vladik looked down at Yura's little ass, which was nestled right up against his crotch. He had peed all up Yura's back and was reciprocally rubbing the wetness into Yura's skin. Yura leaned forward slightly and arched his back, closing his eyes in pure pleasure, evidently pleased to have Vladik's pee massaged into his back. They both had these broad, almost manic grins, as though this was some kind of achievement for them. But there was also something else. Something in their posture, their demeanor, their very expressions, that denoted something very special had taken place. This pissing thing seemed to be a token of the friendship between them, as though they considered it an act of their mutual affection. Their little pissing games were really something else. But god, they were extremely arousing.

I remembered that Anton was sitting on the sand next to me and had witnessed all this with me. We looked at each other and exchanged a good-natured laugh.

`Wonder where they learned to do that,' said Anton facetiously, breaking the spell somewhat.

It was clear that we had both enjoyed their little performance. Then when we looked back towards the rocks, the boys had gone. They had slipped back into the water and were busily dunking each other and playing as though what had just happened was now completely forgotten, lost somewhere in the haze of that occluded twilight zone that lay somewhere between their libidos and their memories.

******

I was so relaxed, I must have fallen asleep. I was lying face down in the sand, with one arm up around my head and my face turned to one side, buried into my elbow. I guess it was to shield my eyes from the blinding sun. The peace and tranquility of the cove induced a soporific stupor that was consolidated by the warming, enervating rays of the sun. When I woke up again, Anton was sitting there with Vladik. I opened my eyes and, without stirring, just watched them for a while. Vladik was obediently plopped in the sand with his ankles splayed out underneath him, totally relaxed, and Anton was knelt down behind him busily smearing his back with sun cream. Vladik's golden skin was greasy with the stuff, and Anton was relishing the task of rubbing his little body all over. Yura was sat nearby observing enviously.

Then the most extraordinary thing happened. As Anton was rubbing his shoulders, Vladik turned his head, as though to look at him, and Anton leaned over his shoulder and kissed him on the lips. It was a beautiful little kiss, short and sweet, but oh so loving. Vladik smiled to himself, and carried on sitting there while Anton rubbed the sun cream all over him. Anton carried on, apparently unfazed, but I knew how much he must have enjoyed kissing those voluptuous lips. When he had finished, he slapped Vladik gently on the back and sent him on his way.

`Me next,' said Yura.

Anton was about to put the sun cream away, but relented.

`Okay, come on then,' he consented, and Yura came and settled down in Vladik's place.

When he had finished, Yura ran off and went to play with Vladik in the water. I watched as Anton put the sun cream away and followed Yura into the water. He rose up and ran down into the lake, and I watched his naked teen body wading in. He tipped into the lake and swam out to where the boys were playing. They saw him approach and both swam over to him, excitedly jumping onto him, squealing and laughing as they clambered onto him. He shook them off, then chased them. When he caught them, they jumped up and both clung to him again, trying to pull him under. They were giggling with excitement as he lifted them clear of the water. He was very strong, with one boy hanging off each arm. I stretched out on the sand and watched them, their high-pitched voices shrieking with exhilaration, and Anton rising up out of the water with both boys clinging to him like limpets.

Anton was really good with the boys, and his easy-going, natural demeanor was perfectly suited to them. He genuinely liked them and they were very drawn to him. I think we all were. It wasn't just his smoldering looks and his sexual allure that was so attractive, though they were a big part of his persona. It was more his actions, his body language and the way he moved. There was just something about this boy that was infinitely appealing.

I fell asleep again. I don't know how long I was asleep, but this time I was pulled back from my reverie by the sensation of little fingers stroking my back. I knew it was Yura. I just knew the feel of his fingers -- even though his touch was feather-light, and it was only the barest contact of the little pads on the tips of his fingers, I knew it was him.

`That feels good, little buddy,' I murmured, without moving.

He pressed his fingertips into me a lot harder and then I felt him throw his wet body across me, and sat astride my butt, rather like mounting a bicycle. His body dripped water all over my back, giving me an impromptu little cold shower. I could feel his weight bearing down on my coccyx, the underside of his soft, wet little butt sensuously pressing into my pelvis and grinding my crotch even harder into the sand. He leaned forward. His little dick was hard and digging into the small of my back like a hot little poker. He hunched over me, stimulating his little dick against me with a couple of involuntary thrusts of his hips, and I knew he wanted to fuck. He started massaging my back. His little hands reached up and squeezed the hardened fleshy muscles in my shoulders, in exactly the same way he had seen me do to him. He was actually quite good at mimicking the actions he had witnessed. His little fingers were so light and nimble, and his touch was so delicate and tender. His massage was ineffectual, but his touch was loving and authentic. It sent magical shivers all through me, warming my whole body with little soothing waves of electricity from the energy he projected into me. And all the time he was doing this, he said nothing at all. When he had finished, he kissed me on the back of the neck and got up and ran back towards the water. What a wonderful little boy he was.

I watched Yura running back to the edge of the lake and saw how the cheeks of his pert little bubble butt moved up and down as he ran, and it looked like the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I looked out across the cove and saw that Vladik had climbed up onto the rocks, and this time Anton had joined him. This was his opportunity to get close to Vladik and perhaps enjoy a little boymoment of their own. Vladik stretched out, looking set to do a spot of sunbathing on the rock. Anton settled next to him and was lovingly caressing his chest and tummy. Watching them together was a beautiful sight. But Yura was all alone. He saw that Vladik was now in the company of Anton, and they were busily cuddling up, stretched out on that rock where there simply wasn't room for three. Yura looked around and decided to come back to me. He came running back to where I was still stretched out sleepily on the sand.

`Mark?'

`Hmm?'

`Swim with me?'

`In a minute,' I said, still sleepy.

`Come on Mark. Swim with me. The water's great!'

`In a minute,' I said again.

`No, now,' he insisted, and proceeded to tug at my wrist as though to drag me into the water, `come on.'

`Yes sir!' I replied, with a mock salute.

He laughed, but stood there expectantly, waiting for me to get up. Resignedly, I rose up. I could see Yura eyeing me up, his blue eyes roving over my muscled chest and abs, my crotch and thighs. He had a way of really taking in every detail, closely admiring my physique. I could see how much he was really into me. Then he grabbed my wrist and literally propelled me over to the lake.

We ran into the water together, and at a good depth we plunged under the surface. The sudden coolness of the water made my hot skin tingle all over. As we rose back up, Yura lunged at me, playfully pulling me back under. He seemed overjoyed to have got his way, as though coaxing me into the water was his cue to start misbehaving. That pretty much set the tone for what followed. We spent a good long time playing in the water, with Yura engaging in some crazy antics. A lot of his behavior was boyish exuberance, but a lot of it was also highly sexualized and provocative. And he liked to play very physical, tactile games in the water, with lots of bodily contact and rough and tumble. He was highly excitable, constantly laughing and giggling, his high-pitched screams and shouts echoing off the surface of the lake. He splashed me, and I splashed him back. He would jump on me and try to pull me under. He was also very good at diving under the surface and swimming between my legs. What he loved more than anything was climbing up onto me and using me as a diving platform. He would step up onto my shoulders, balancing himself precariously, and then spring upwards, diving back into the water, sometimes gracefully, sometimes clumsily. I would hold onto his heels and propel him upwards as he jumped, and no sooner was he in the water, he would come back for more. He also liked to entice me into chasing him, disappearing below the surface, darting around, twisting and turning with all the agility of a little otter. I tried my best to swim after him, but he was too fast. He was quite an accomplished swimmer. Several times I found myself ambushed by him swimming up behind me, jumping on me by surprise, from time to time hugging me affectionately. I knew that his objective was to seduce me. Of that there was no doubt. And it was fascinating to watch him work. Of course, it was good when he was direct and unequivocal, like when he would simply bark out `Fuck me' when he wanted sex. But there was something beautiful about watching him go about it in a more guileful and artful way, with some impressive little techniques which were not only beautifully executed, but also highly effective. Sometimes he just jumped up and kissed me, either on the lips or some other part of my body, the back of my neck, my chest, my stomach, my thighs. That was a real turn-on. It was a really intense, physical dance we were engaged in, with such profound sexual overtones that sometimes it was difficult to believe that Yura was still only ten years old. He was such a little cock-teaser it defied belief. Several times I could see him grab at his little dick which impressively sustained an unwavering little boner, and he would press his crotch up against me at every opportunity, poking his hot little rod of pleasure right into every part of my body. I swear he must have had a hard-on nearly all the time we were playing. God knows, I certainly did.

Yura pulled me under one last time, and as we came back up to the surface together he suddenly jumped on me. He sort of fell towards me and clasped his arms around my neck, jumping up and wrapping his slender thighs around my waist and kissing me hard on the lips. I stood there in the water, with him clinging to me. Our lips were locked together for a few prolonged moments, and I tasted his hot little mouth. At the same time I could feel his little boydick, still as hard as wood, digging into my muscled stomach. God, this kid was so horny. He must have sustained that little hard-on for most of the afternoon, having had it almost continuously from the time he began playing with Vladik. I knew he desperately wanted to fuck. I couldn't pretend that I hadn't looked forward to fucking him again, especially after seeing the way he had fucked about with Vladik last night. Somehow the thought of him and Vladik cavorting around like that made me want to fuck him even more. It was the thought of experiencing the ultimate thrill with the same little body that Vladik had so wantonly defiled last night.

Eventually, I'd had enough of his teasing. Yura had worked me up into such a sexual frenzy, I peeled him off me and carried him over to the rocks. His boyish frame was imperceptibly light. I put him down into the water and pinned his shoulders back against the rocks, holding him there. He was a little taken aback and looked at me with a wide-eyed, almost shocked expression, the water droplets holding fast on his waxy skin.

`God, little buddy,' I exclaimed plaintively, `Do you know what you're doing to me?'

He stared back at me in disbelief, momentarily confused by my austerity. But I think he quickly worked out what was going on. As usual, he broke into a sweet smile, which was almost a look of self satisfaction, a smirk of smugness, as though realizing that he had finally achieved his objective. Defiantly, he stared into my eyes, looking serious for a moment, and as I held onto his shoulders, he reached out under the water and, quite purposefully, he plunged his little hand into my crotch, and took hold of my cock. The feeling of his little hands down there was exquisite. I closed my eyes, enraptured with the pleasure. He had a good feel around, and as I opened my eyes again he was staring at me intently. I didn't stop him. Although we were standing in cold water, I had a raging hard-on. His little hand around the head of my cock was pure ecstasy. With his other hand I could see him grabbing at his own hard little dick. It was just too much. I had to fuck him. I pulled his naked little body towards me, lifted him up and held him onto my chest, pinning him against me with one arm. He reciprocated by clasping his arms around my neck again. I could feel him clinging to me with his thighs, his slender legs wrapped around me, impetuously thrusting his hard little boydick into my stomach, desperate for some relief himself. Pinning Yura up against the rocks, I steadied my cock just at the entrance to his little hole, and I could feel the little funnel of his cunt holding my cockhead in place. I braced myself and forced his hips down violently, making one big greedy lunge upwards into his boyhole. He took my cock into his hot little boycunt with virtually no formality whatsoever, letting out a high pitched yelp of pain as I punched through his sphincter. The sheer warmth of burying my cock into his little cunt was heavenly.

`Is this what you want?' I said breathlessly, into his ear, as I held him close, working my big cock deeper and deeper into him.

He stared directly at me, his big eyes like two little pools of azure blue, drawing me into him in the same way as his sweet little boypussy was sucking my cock up into his body. He was so experienced, so well practiced, that it felt like his little cunt had been made just for my cock, like it was fashioned just to afford me the thrill of this moment, perfectly accommodating my burning hardness into his most intimate place, and work the spunk out of me in the most uncompromising way. This was the first time I had fucked him since Vladik's arrival and, although it had only been a matter of days, I had missed it. It felt good to be up him again. God, how I had missed his little cunt.

My cock was buried so deeply, so firmly into him, like we were locked together. It was a moment of utter synchronicity and harmony. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and buried his face into the side of my neck. Meanwhile, under the water, I thrust as hard as I could up into his boyhole, making him squeal from the pain. But he was remarkably compliant, almost as though he welcomed it. I stopped and held him there for a moment, impaled on me, savoring the hot tightness around my dick, and gave him a few slow thrusts. I was aware of the water lapping gently around us, and I held firmly onto his slim hips, steadying him as I was thrusting into him. Then his little body relaxed as he adjusted to my cock, and he started with the dirty talk. How I loved his dirty talk.

`Oh yeh. Fuck me Mark. Please fuck me.'

Between mutterings he would kiss me excitedly, on my lips, my cheeks, my neck, and I could feel his hot little tongue probing insistently into my mouth as I fucked him.

`Yeh, stick it in me real hard,' he went on.

As he was whispering these things, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. I kissed him hard, sticking my tongue into his sweet dirty little mouth. I nibbled his lips and sucked on his protruding little tongue, and I whispered back.

`You're so fuckin' special little buddy,' I whispered, `I love you so much, you know that?'

He liked that. My words seemed to galvanize him.

`Fuck me Mark.'

I fucked into him as hard as I could. He stiffened and grasped my neck even tighter, rigid with the pain of my thrusting, and he let out another little squeal. But he bore it bravely, no doubt appreciating the difference of having a real man's cock buried in his sweet little boyhole. I thought about him fucking around with Vladik last night, and how Vladik had half-heartedly fucked his little cunt earlier and pissed over his pretty little body. For some reason that just made me want to fuck him even harder.

`I really love you little buddy.'

That seemed to excite him even more and he responded with renewed vigor to my expression of affection. He was meeting my thrusts by bringing his impaled body down hard onto my cock, each time emitting a little squeal of delight. Again, his movements were instinctive and perfectly synchronized, as though he knew exactly what to do. As he did so, he stimulated his own little dick against my stomach, and that rapidly became his focus. It did not take long to work himself up into a state where the only thing that mattered was his stiff little boydick and his own satisfaction. He was squealing more emphatically now in time with his own rhythm, fucking himself on my hard dick, and I could feel, as I held him close, the way his little body was literally bursting with need -- the need to cum. His little dick was swelling turgidly, literally straining for release. His orgasm arrived with frightening suddenness. He seemed to freeze for a moment, gripping me tightly, his delicate little fingers digging into my back, and he pressed his crotch hard against me, uttering one single urgent high-pitched `Ugh!' His whole body pulsed with the intensity of it and I could feel the spasms of his little dick, wriggling urgently on its own, buried in the space between us, firmly thrust against my stomach. I could feel the little squirts of hot watery boyspunk against my skin, which dribbled down into my crotch and was washed away by the lake water. Most of all, as he was cumming, I could feel a series of strong contractions that gripped my hard dick which was still encased in his hot, tight little boyhole. Another couple of thrusts into that pulsing little hole, and it sent me over the edge too. I finally succumbed to the urgency to pump my spunk into him. My cock gave one big tangible spasm of pleasure and I grunted loudly into his ear. I thrust into him particularly hard and wedged my cock into him as deep as I could, as I shot my spunk into his tight little ass, neatly injecting it into his hot, wet hole. That was followed by several pretty strong waves, and I could even feel my hot cum splashing back onto my cock as I stabbed insistently into the confines of his boycunt. It was a delicious orgasm. I had fucked my spunk into his little body deep and hard, and he took it. This sweet, beautiful, horny little fuckboy took it all.

As we both came down from the most incredible high, I pulled my still hard cock out of his little body. It was lodged inside him so deep and tight that he winced when I pulled out, letting out a single involuntary little whimper. His disappointment was tangible as my cock left his tender boyhole vacant and dilated. He collapsed onto me, utterly drained. I was suddenly aware that I was supporting his weight almost completely. He was clinging onto me in something of a daze. That was so cute the way his little body was so completely spent after that particularly powerful boy cum. He was sapped of all his energy, the energy he had expended in his efforts to please me. Supporting his weight, I carried his naked, almost comatose little body over to the bank and out of the water. His sweet little head was lolling about on my shoulder. Laying him down onto the soft sand by the side of the lake with his eyes closed, I sat down and laid alongside him. I leaned over him lovingly, kissing his lovely wet head all over, on his forehead, on his closed eyelids, the tip of his nose, his chin, and just watched over him protectively as he recovered.

As we laid there, I looked over this beautiful little boy that was stretched out on the sand, and I sighed at the sheer wonder of him. I saw how his little body pulsed with short, quick breaths as we both entered a period of resolution and enjoyed a prolonged boymoment. It was a beautiful, memorable little boymoment, made all the more special by the splendor of the lake and the idyll of lying there by the water, out in the open air, with the sun warming our naked bodies. The droplets of water glistened on his pretty face, and his skin had a polished gloss of wetness which seemed to accentuate the contours of his tiny frame as he laid there. His flat tummy fell away in a slight depression between his rib cage and his hip bones, and the muscles of his little six-pack were barely discernible. The flawless young skin of his chest was taut, sheathing the reticulated network of little ribs below, and his body pulsed ever so lightly with every little breath. God, this boy was so beautiful.

We sat there in silence for a good long time, basking in this perfect little boymoment. Then, when he had rested sufficiently, he tilted his head back and looked up at me. I could see his seductively long eyelashes still damp and clumped together, and he thought for a few moments, with a look of wonder and serenity in his eyes.

`Happy?' I asked.

He slowly closed his eyes and nodded contentedly as he laid there.

`Oh Mark, why can't it be like this all the time?'

It was such a telling remark, and so symptomatic of Yura. It was a simple phrase, almost a rhetorical question, and yet it was imbued with connotations that betrayed his depth and maturity. He knew the value of these moments. He knew better than anybody the stark contrast between the simple, fleeting pleasure that we were enjoying right now, and the depths of the pain and anguish he had suffered in the past. What a shame that he had had to learn from such an early age that pleasure, and the enjoyment of it, was always going to be only transitory.

I looked around and saw the idyll of the situation we now found ourselves in. I saw the perfect scenery, with the beauty of the lake, the majesty of the forest and the splendor of the mountains rising up beyond the trees. I saw Anton and Vladik, warming themselves in the sun over by the rocks. I saw these wonderful little boys in all their naked glory, and thought of how they had been frolicking free in the water, playfully interacting with each other, laughing and smiling, relaxed and untroubled by the cares of the world, temporarily reprieved from all the unhappy memories they had stored up inside. For the moment they were able to be the happy little boys that they truly were, free to express themselves and to enjoy the love and affection that passed between us. I thought about how beautiful those boys were. They were very special little boys -- precious and rare. They gave so freely of their pretty little bodies, and welcomed the sexual thrill with a relish and gusto that deserved the utmost respect. At this moment I knew that Anton and I were free to do whatever we wanted with these boys -- and that they would welcome it, that they would accede to whatever carnal demands we cared to make, and probably enjoy it. What strange set of circumstances had conspired to bring about this perfect moment? And as these thoughts were swirling about in my head, I had to sigh in wonderment at the sheer unencumbered pleasure that I was experiencing, and I thought to myself, it just doesn't get any better than this.

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Author's note: I would like to thank Jon D for his kind permission to use the name of Crystal Lake in this story. This chapter is dedicated to my friend Scott. Thanks for your support and encouragement.