Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2018 15:08:22 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: Young Lovers Chapter 10 Chapter 10 It was very late, and I was roused from my slumber by Joon and Johnny slipping into bed with me. Johnny tucked himself under my arm. "Hi sweetie," I murmured, kissing his head. "Hi Mike. We had fun!" "That's good." I gave Joon a hug and kiss too, as he settled in on my other side. "Umph," he mumbled, and was immediately out like a light. All fucked out, I thought to myself. It will be an interesting conversation tomorrow morning. "What did you guys do?" I asked Johnny. "Lot of sex!" he exclaimed. "Joon too?" "Him the mos'! He fuck four guys!" "Wow. Did they fuck him too?" I was curious just how gay my boy was willing to be. "Nobody fuck Joon. Only you." His smile faded a little as he said that. "He's my special boy, Johnny. But I think you're gonna be his special boy." I could just make out his brightening smile in the semi-darkness of the room. "Yeah?" I nodded with what I hoped he could see was a reassuring grin. "Hmmm." He sounded as if he was satisfied with that. In a minute his eyes closed, and I followed soon after, and headed back to dreamland. I awoke to loud pounding on the door. Still groggy from sleep I switched on the bedside light, threw the covers back and started to get up to answer it. Johnny was way ahead of me, bounding up instantly and, soft cock wagging, dashed out of the bedroom to open the door. There was a cry, a scuffling noise, and into our bedroom barged a very angry looking Byron. Before I could raise a hand he was on me, dragging me out of bed. I tried to stand but the boy smashed me in the cheek with his fist, and I went sprawling. At that point things happened so fast it was a blur and, dazed by the powerful blow to my face, I scarcely knew what was going on, beyond a tremendous amount of yelling and crashing, bodies seemingly flying everywhere. But very soon -- twenty seconds later? thirty? -- the sudden chaos in the room was over. There lay Byron on the floor, his mouth bleeding, his T-shirt spotted with blood, one eye already a bit swollen, barely able to raise himself up onto an elbow. Joon stood over him, naked, breathing hard, eyes glittering with rage, seemingly none the worse for wear except for a long red scratch across his narrow abdomen. All I clearly remembered was a moment when Joon somehow flipped the much larger boy over his hip onto the floor with a spectacular crash. "Get up motherfucker!" Joon screamed, his sinewy body rigid, his fists balled. "Get up so I can beat your fucking ass some more!" Bryon lifted himself up onto one knee and was about to rise. Joon suddenly launched a violent kick to his stomach and then, as Byron cursed and fell, grabbing his belly, Joon aimed another kick at his nuts. Byron screamed, grabbed his crotch and curled into a self-protective ball. "That's enough, Joon!" I managed to cry, as I collected my wits. He and and a wide-eyed Johnny looked at me, and I realized I needed to take charge. "OK, we're going to pick him up and lay him on the bed. Johnny and I will lift him. Joon, you're going to keep your hand on his balls to make sure he doesn't resist. Let's get his pants down." With that I knelt and began forcing the boy to lie flat. He offered no resistance, eyes still squinched shut from pain, hand protectively clutching his crotch. "Johnny, you grab one of his wrists, and I'll grab the other. Joon, pull his pants down. That's it." Johnny and I pulled Byron's arms above his head while Joon tugged his tight jeans down to his knees, exposing his big flopping cock. "Grab his balls. Bryon, you make one move to resist and he's going to crush your balls to jelly! You got that?" I snarled. Byron didn't answer. I stuck my face right up to his. "GOT THAT??!!" ""Yeah!" he growled, glaring at me. Together the three of us managed to get him up onto the bed. "Johnny, go into that closet and get my belt from the pants there. And in one of those drawers you'l find a tie. Bring them here." The boy quickly complied, and in short order we secured Byron's wrists to the bedposts. I knew the restraints would probably not hold Byron if he really used all of his strength to try to escape, but with what I was beginning to plan, and Joon's hand firmly wrapping his balls, I didn't think he'd try anything. He had already seen what Joon was capable of. I pulled the boy's pants down all the way to his ankles, which would limit his ability to use his legs to resist. Then I got onto the bed, scooted up and lay next to Byron. I motioned for Johnny to do the same on the other side. Joon seated himself on the edge of the bed, still keeping hold of Bryon's goodies. I shoved the pillow over a bit under Byron's head, then lay my own head down on it as well, just a few inches from his face. I put my hand on the black boy's cheek and gently turned him to face me. I caressed him tenderly, running my thumb over his split lip. "All that was unnecessary, Byron," I said gently. He gazed at me, anger and confusion in his face. "Do you know why you did this? Trying to hurt me? Risking getting yourself kicked out here just as you're about ready to collect your winnings? Why?" He turned his head away from me forcibly. "Shit!" he spat. I waited. "Why?" I asked again. No reply. "You don't know, do you? I'll tell you what I think, then. I think what you and I did tonight scared you. Somehow sex with violence is OK with you, but sex with pleasure isn't. That's what I gave you, Byron. I was a little rough at first, but most of the time it was nothing but pleasure. And you came like crazy, man. Spraying your sperm all over the fucking room. So don't tell me you didn't like it. But you don't want to like it. Do you?" He was silent, but I could tell he was thinking. His breathing was calming a bit. I stroked down onto his chest, then his belly. I left my hand resting very gently there. "Why don't you just quit fighting it? Just let yourself have what you need. I'm gonna have Johnny here start sucking your cock." Byron looked at me in shock. "That's right. He's gonna suck it, and he's really good at it too. So why don't you just lie here with us and let yourself have pleasure? Just forget all that rough stuff for now." I looked at Johnny and smiled. "You wanna suck that big cock, Johnny?" The boy grinned and nodded, telling me nothing I didn't already know. "Ok, give him your best blow job. Joon, keep holding his balls just in case he's still afraid." "I ain't afraid!" Byron tried to sound tough but his voice quavered. "Good," I murmured, and kissed his neck. Byron stared at me again, but the anger was slowly leaving his face. Then his expression changed, his face slackened, his eyes closed a bit, and I knew he was feeling the first pleasure of Johnny's hungry little mouth. I lowered my head then, shoved up his T-shirt, kissed his beautiful chest, then sucked a dark rubbery nipple into my mouth. I worked it over with my lips and tongue as he twisted slightly in response. I shoved the shirt up past his sweaty, now hairless armpit, and licked there, inhaling his funk without resistance. The boy had obviously not showered since our session earlier -- his body not only smelled of sweat but cum. Reaching up further I gnawed at his bicep. I kissed up over his neck, onto his face. Then I took his head in my hands and gently but insistently held it in place as I began kissing his lips. He clamped his mouth shut. `'Let go, baby," I murmured. "Let yourself have the pleasure. It's OK. No one will make fun of you here. No one will reject you. Just let it happen." I kissed him again. "Your body is built for pleasure, man. Let yourself have what you need." As if in agreement he gave a long sigh and closed his eyes as Johnny deep throated him. When I kissed him this time and sent my tongue past his thick lips there was no resistance. "That's it," I murmured. "No one will hurt you if you don't try to hurt anybody else. Johnny," I called the boy. "come up here now and take over kissing him. Byron," I began. The black boy looked at me. "The guy you just had your little sparring match with is Joon, in case you don't know him. He's a tough son of a bitch. And you know what he's gonna do now? While I handle your balls he's gonna suck your cock." A look of wonder passed over the boy's face. I knew without even looking at him that Joon had heard this and would comply. He would comply without complaint -- not because he wanted to, but because I had ordered it. And I wanted him to know, as he saw me take his compliance for granted, that I counted on him. Now I turned to him. "You know this guy?" Joon shrugged indifferently. I explained, "Byron gets tied up and tortured by guests to make him cum. He and I had a little session a few hours ago, and he's got some issues with me apparently." "Apparently," Joon replied drily. As Johnny slid up to minister to Byron's lips I took over from Joon, moving aside to let him at Byron's cock. Then Joon did something that made my heart swell with pride. Instead of simply obeying me he first slid up and sat on Byron's belly. He leaned forward, nudged Johny aside, placed his hands on the bed on either side of Byron's head and stared at him. I saw a mixture of defiance and fear in the black boy's face. Joon began, his voice calm and even. "I kicked your ass because you were fuckin' out of control, and I'll do it again if I need to," He paused. Byron held his gaze but said nothing. Joon continued. "I used to be like you, man. Up until a few days ago I thought I was too fucking tough to suck a cock or enjoy sex with a guy. My pride was my enemy, and I didn't even know it. Your pride is your enemy too. Put that shit aside -- go with pleasure instead. Pleasure is better than pain, man." He paused. "If you don't fight me, I'll give you only pleasure. All right?" Byron swallowed. There was a long pause. "All right," he croaked. With that little speech Joon slid down again, promptly sucked Byron's hard monster into his mouth and began working it over. "Mmmphh," Byron muttered in response, his eyes closed. Caressing Byron's balls gently with one hand, I stroked Joon's pale, sinewy back with the other, hoping he could feel my affection and my pride in him. He had obviously paid attention to what I'd said a minute earlier to Byron and had reinforced it with his own twist. Meanwhile Johnny began smothering Byron's mouth, face and neck with kisses and licks. Byron did not seem to be resisting him. After a few minutes of this I could feel Byron's body relaxing more and more. I slid up and discovered that he was kissing Johnny back as passionately as Johnny was kissing him. "Hey," I said. They both stopped and looked at me. I gestured to the restraints. "Do we still need these?" Byron looked uncertain, then surprised me. "You can leave `em." For the first time he spoke to me with no anger in his voice. I wondered if the restraints were part of his turn-on. "OK, but let me get you out of these clothes first." I untied him, and he complied docilely. I slipped his T-shirt off, and Joon pulled his jeans and shoes off. I then tied him back up. "Mmmm," cried Johnny, eying Byron's body. He then proceeded to pounce and fasten his lips onto a nipple, while stroking up Byron's ribs and onto his arms. The black boy closed his eyes and drew a breath in a hiss. Joon and I resumed our work down below. After a few more minutes Byron was writhing and twisting on the bed, gasping more and more loudly. Joon and I now worked his cock together. I showed him how to ride his lips up one side of the shaft and then circle the head with his tongue; as he did so I rode my tongue down the other side. Then we would reverse. Meanwhile Joon cradled Byron's balls in his long, agile fingers while I probed the black boy's anus, digging deeper and deeper. Byron's thighs began clenching and relaxing rhythmically and his cock got hotter and harder. He seemed to be getting close. I tapped Joon on the shoulder and gestured for him to slide up. We both did so, each of us slipping an arm over Johnny's shoulders. I kissed Byron's face. He gazed at me, and I kissed his lips. He did not resist. "How are you doing, Byron? Ae you enjoying this?" "I guess," he murmured, continuing to stare at me. "`I guess', or `yes?'" He paused, then dropped hie eyes. "Yes," he replied, barely above a whisper. Joon carefully stroked Byron's big cock as we talked. "We want to make you cum from pleasure. Would you like that?" "Yeah." "No pain, OK?" "Mm-hmm." "But no more of these," I said, reaching up and untying his restraints. The boy rubbed his wrists -- he had been tied more tightly that I'd thought. "No more pretending it's against your will." He watched me. I could see he was confused and trying not to show it. I got a hunch. "Time for you to be in charge. All three of us are on your side, Byron. The fighting's over. We want you to have all the pleasure you can handle. Now I'm leaving it up to you. You can have any of us, however you want us. Just pleasure for you." "Yeah?" Byron seemed to like that idea, and he thought a minute. Then he pointed at Joon. "I want him. I want to fuck him." I looked at Joon. "You OK with that? You can say no if you want." Joon didn't reply right away. Then he suddenly drew his face aggressively close to Byron's and looked deep into his eyes. "You gonna fuck me for pleasure or revenge?" Byron snickered. "Both." Joon seemed satisfied with that. "OK. But there's one thing I gotta have. While you fuck me, Johnny here is gonna fuck you." Byron looked incredulous. "This little kid? Shit!" "Have you seen his cock, motherfucker?" Joon shot back. "Show him, Johnny." Johny rose to his knees and Byron gazed at the thick eight-inch cock, shining and hot. "Fuuuuck me," Byron whispered in amazement. "Sound good to me!" Johnny piped up with a grin. I burst into a chuckle and even Joon and Byron couldn't stifle grins. The ice was finally broken. "So let's have some fun boys!" I cried. "What about you?" Johnny asked, reaching for the lube. I grinned. "Don't worry, sweetie -- I'll figure out something! OK, Byron, you give the orders. How do you want him?" "Umm, I -- AAAH," he suddenly cried as Johnny's lube filled hand unexpectedly began caressing his cock. "You done this before?" Joon couldn't keep a slight sneer from his voice, as Byron half closed his eyes in pleasure. "Easy, Joon!" I insisted sternly. Joon looked at me. It wasn't quite a glare, but I was sure he didn't appreciate me bringing him up short in front of Byron. "If he's gonna put that tree trunk in me he better fucking know what he's doing, that's all." "Fuck you, man!" Byron snapped. "KNOCK IT OFF!" I bellowed. Both boys were silent. "OK, Byron, let's face it, here at Young Lovers you get fucked and whipped, right? Anything else?" "No." "And back home, you had some sex with girls, right?" "Shit yeah. Plenty." "Guys too?" "I ain't no faggot like you!" "Yeah, you just get fucked here for the money," sneered Joon. "You never cum or anything. You're sooo straight." ""That's enough Joon!" I yelled. "I'll get to you in a minute!" I put my hand on Byron's shoulder. "So have you actually fucked a guy?" "Yeah!" "How many times?" "Once," he muttered. "Oh, wow!" snickered Joon. "Did he cum?" "I don't fuckin' know! I wasn't watchin' his dick! Why you askin' me all this shit?" "I'm making a point if you assholes will cooperate!" I exclaimed in exasperation. "So the point is, Joon, Byron doesn't have much experience fucking guys. Is that fair to say, Byron?" "Shit." "I'll repeat -- is that fair? Is that true?" The boy nodded reluctantly. "OK. Now Joon." I turned to my boy. "Before you met me a few days ago, had you ever been fucked?" "No." "Ever sucked a cock?" "No." "So Byron, Joon has very little experience with sex with guys too." For Joon's sake I chose to not mention his complete lack of experience with girls as well. "So?" "So the point is neither of you is exactly a sex master here. You're both still learning. It's all new. You're gonna make mistakes. So why don't you both quit competing to see who's the big man and just enjoy yourselves and each other instead? Help each other out. Does that make sense?" I looked from one to the other. "Yeah." said Joon. "Byron?" He heaved a sigh. Johnny seized that moment to plunge Byron's cock completely down his throat. "AAAAHHH," Byron cried, his eyes wide. "Jesus Christ, he took the whole thing!" "Is that a yes?" "Yes!" "And there's plenty more where that came from, if you'll all just chill." I replied, as Johnny pulled off Byron and sucked in a lungful of air. "OK Byron? No more Mr. Tough Guy?" "Yeah OK, fine!" "Prove it to me. Kiss Joon on the mouth." Byron looked at me in shock and didn't move. Seconds passed. "Oh, fuck!" cried Joon in disgust, grabbing Byron's head in his hands and pressing his thin Asian lips to the black boy's thick succulent ones. Byron tried to pull away but Joon pressed him down onto the pillow and keep working their mouths together. Johnny began sucking Byron's whopper furiously. Byron groaned through his kiss, and I added my own kisses and nibbles to Joon's as I worked his neck and cheek over. After a minute of this I gently pulled Joon off. "OK, it's time to fuck, guys. You ready?" Byron wiped his mouth, swallowed and nodded hesitantly. I could tell from his expression he didn't know what the hell was happening. His world was being rocked right now. Joon gave a curt nod of assent. "I think I'm going to direct this show at first," I said. "You guys can take over once I've gotten you started. Johnny, just wait a few minutes -- you'll have your turn. Since this is Joon's first time getting fucked by a monster cock, we'll have to go carefully. Byron, considering how big that beautiful cock of yours is you should probably always fuck a guy this way the first time, just so you won't hurt him. Scoot forward a couple of feet and sit up straight. That's it. Johnny, put some more lube on him -- you've probably sucked it all off by now." "I know," Johnny said with his usual adorable grin. "It's stawberry!" "Flavored lube?" Joon asked in amusement. "I guess they think of everything at Young Lovers," I replied. "OK, Joon, I want you to come up and squat in Byron's lap, facing him. You're gonna sit down gradually on his cock. That way you can control the speed and angle of penetration." After a moment he had arranged himself, his ass hovering over Byron's lube-shiny cock. "Do I get any lube first?" Joon asked plaintively. "Good idea," I chuckled. "Your ass can use all the help it can get." Johnny handed me the tube and I worked a couple large gob ups against Joon's hole and, with effort, an inch or so up into his rectum. Despite the rough fucking he'd gotten from me recently his hole was still tiny and tight. I had to remind myself that with patience and preparation any asshole could take any cock. I hoped. The moment of truth had arrived. Joon slowly squatted down until Byron's cockhead grazed his asscheeks. With Byron holding his cock upright with one hand Joon eased down a little more until the cockhead was enveloped by his small cheeks and was apparently pressing on his anus. I placed one hand on each boy's shoulder. "OK, take your time to make sure it's in the right spot." Joon circled his hips a bit, then nodded. "OK. Now what?" "On the count of three, Joon, you're going to drop yourself down a bit more while you push outward like you're taking a shit. Byron, at the same time you arch your back and press your hips up into him. Ready?" Each boy nodded. "One . . . two . . . three!" It didn't work the first time. Or the second. On the fourth try Joon, who would never win the title of World's Most Patient Human, gripped Byron's hand on his cock, gritted his teeth, twisted a bit sideways, and somehow forced his ass down onto Byron's big cockhead. Head thrown back and eyes clamped shut in a wordless grimace he sucked in air through his teeth. "Hold still, Byron," I said. "Let him get used to it." Trying to help, Johnny took Joon's soft cock in his fingers. "No, not now," Joon gasped. We all waited. Minutes went by. Finally Joon opened his eyes and looked at Byron. "OK." His voice was still tense with pain. "Ok guys, again. One . . . two . . . three!" Again Byron's hips flexed upward and again Joon ground himself downward an inch more, maybe two. Joon took less time before he was ready for more. The boys did this twice more and Joon was impaled about four or five inches. "Ok, now Joon, you raise yourself up a bit, then sit back down. As you do that over and over you'll naturally descend a bit more. Byron, you follow his lead; whenever he sits back down you hunch up into him. Got it?" "Yeah, "Byron gasped, evidently feeling the pleasure of Joon's tight rectum on his cock. And so Joon began his slow descent. After many minutes Bryon was nearly all the way in. Joon's face still showed pain but he seemed in less distress now than earlier. Byron was gasping with pleasure. "Are you close to cumming?" I asked Byron. He shook his head no. "Good. We've got a long ways to go, boys. Ok, I'm going to count three one more time and we'll see what happens. Ready . . . one . . . two . . .three!" Joon raised up five or six inches, much more than he had before, paused a second and then, eyes closed and teeth gritted, shoved himself all the way onto Byron's organ. The black boy yelled in surprise and pleasure. Joon slumped forward onto Byron's shoulder, and the black boy instinctively reached out and held him. I let them be for a long minute. Eventually Joon raised his head and the two just sat staring at each other, inches apart, each face impassive. "OK, guys," I said briskly, "let's try something that will make Joon more comfortable. I think Byron's strong enough to do it. Pull off of his cock completely, Joon. That's it." "Whoosh," Joon gasped at the uncomfortable emptiness. I gently pushed Joon back on his back then and placed his feet flat on the bed, on either side of Byron. Next I had Byron tuck his legs under himself and sit back on his heels. Then I had him grab Joon's legs and pull him toward him until he could tuck his cock easily right under Joon's balls. From that point it was easy for Byron to rise to his knees, pull Joon's hips up with him, and once again place his cockhead right at my boy's back door, Joon's weight all on his shoulders. "Ok Joon, now wrap your legs around Byron's waist. That's right. Now Bryon, careful with this next part. We don't want a back injury. Bend forward at the waist, embrace Joon, sit back up holding him, and as you do shove your cock into him. Johnny and I will make sure your cock is in the right place." And unlike our earlier experiments, this one worked perfectly the very first time. We took it slowly, and Byron easily lifted Joon onto his lap, his lats and back muscles flexing under his glowing black satin skin. Johnny and I carefully kept Byron's cock tucked just in the right place, and with a mighty heave, Joon impaled himself back down onto Byron's cock. His face registered pain, but unlike before it seemed to pass quickly. The boys were facing each other just inches apart again, their arms around each other. As if of one mind they sat gazing into each other's eyes as they had before, seeming neither trusting nor wary, neither hostile nor affectionate -- just looking, checking the other out. Maybe Joon was asking himself what the hell was going on, as he, heretofore a straight boy, sat with a ten inch cock stuffed up his ass. Maybe Byron wondered the same thing, as he held in a gentle embrace some scrawny Asian kid who had just kicked his ass. I put my arm around Byron's shoulders and nuzzled his neck, while Johnny resumed his attempt to massage Joon into an erection. Gradually Byron began rhythmically lifting his pelvis, fucking gently up into Joon. Joon tried as well as he could to respond, but in his position he had no leverage. After trying this for awhile Byron lifted Joon up into the air, rolled forward onto his knees, and then slowly laid Joon down on his back, all the while still impaling him. "Let me turn over," Joon muttered. Bryon slowly pulled out of him. Joon turned and got onto his hands and knees, legs spread wide. Byron fingered for his asshole, and Joon arched his back like a dog in heat. Byron found the spot with his fingers, then his cockhead, and began pushing slowly. "Hit it harder, man," Joon croaked. Byron gathered himself, gripped Joon's narrow hips, and then began thrusting more forcefully. In one long strong stroke he got nearly all of his cock in, as Joon gave a long, quavering sigh. "Good?" Byron asked, his own voice thick with passion. "Yeah, now do it. Don't hold back, I won't break." Even while getting fucked Joon had to be the tough guy. Byron didn't hold back. He began by long dicking Joon, slowly pulling out, inch after inch, and it seemed as if it would never end. Finally he stopped, and then, gripping his ccck at the base, reversed direction and shoved back in steadily. Joon gasped as Byron hit bottom, and Byron threw his head back in pleasure. Then he began the slow withdrawal, then the steady shove back in. After a couple of minutes of this Joon began shoving his ass back on the thrusts. Byron slowly picked up the pace. I could see that they were going to be fine, so I turned my attention to Johnny. "OK, Johnny, while Byron fucks Joon you're gonna fuck Byron. That's what they agreed. Have you ever done a three way? Johnny frowned. "Not that. Sow me." "Lube yourself up good," I instructed. While the boy occupied himself with that I began caressing Byron's undulating ass. The I tried to work a finger into his ass crevice, which proved too difficult. "OK Byron, stop a minute," I said, with my hand on his shoulder. "Man, why you doin' that?" he complained, as he halted his fucking. "We gotta get you ready for Johnny. His cock is bigger than mine. Can you handle it?" I knew he would take the bait. "Fuck yeah! I've taken bigger than that!" "Good. So gimme a minute. Just stay inside Joon and I'll lube you up. Spread your knees as wide as you can." The athletic boy was able to spread his legs very wide and I examined his hole as I caressed it. Pink, crinkly, surprisingly small, it opened up slightly as I began to finger him. Johnny watched intently, his big cock waving in front of him. "Here, you do it," I said. "You're the one who's gonna screw him." Johnny took the lube and began slapping large amounts of it against Byron's hole and then sticking his finger up inside. He wasn't as gentle as I was and Byron flinched. "Hey! Fuck!" "Sorry," Johnny replied, going more gently now. Eventually Byron's entire crack was shiny. "Here, let me show you what to do next." The kid had probably had more sex at 13 than I'd had in my whole life, but there were a few gaps in his knowledge, I was discovering. Using my lubed index finger I began gently pressing Byron's hole, then gradually working the first digit in, then the second. Then I pulled his rectum outward in all sides to stretch it. Then I worked one finger in a little deeper. "Take long!" Johnny opined, caressing his own cock. "Patience," I admonished. Johnny looked uncomprehending. "It's better to go slow," I explained. Johnny did not look convinced. After a couple more minutes I was inserting my entire index finger into the black boy without much trouble. "OK, now you. Remember -- patience." "Payshunz," Johnny repeated, as he carefully inserted his small finger into Byron. He worked in and out several times. "Add another finger," I suggested. Johnny did so, and seemed to slide in and out pretty easily. The purplish inner lining of Bryon's rectum drew outward a tiny bit each time Johnny drew his finger back. "Man, I can't wait much longer," complained Byron. "Payshunz!" cried Johnny with a delighted little laugh. The kid was charming as hell. After another minute I said, "OK, Johnny, I think it's time. Get on over here and let me get you ready." I caressed his hot cock with a slimy hand and then he knee-walked up to Byron's waiting ass. "I'n too short, Mike," Johnny complained. He was right; Byron's long thighs raised his ass several inches above where it needed to be to accommodate Johnny. "Don't you worry, we'll get you set up." I grabbed some pillows and he and I together managed to fashion a cushion that raised him up enough. I held his cock and positioned it just right. Johnny gripped Byron's hips. I decided not to do the counting thing I had done with Ronny and Donte but to see if the three of them could figure out out on their own. "Ready?" Johnny cried. "OK," replied Byron. Was that a note of trepidation in his voice? Surely Byron must have had many customers who fucked him as well as whipped him, and he had taken my cock with little trouble. Of course Johnny was longer and thicker than I was but not by that much. Johnny's ass clenched and he began to press forward. Byron tensed up but said nothing. Johnny bowed his neck, redoubled his effort, and suddenly lurched forward a couple of inches. "AAAAHH!" Byron cried. Johnny paused for a few seconds, then began pressing forward again, gripping Byron's hips strongly. The little kid's biceps made knots like little apples, and a large vein bulged out. He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and pushed even harder. He was now more than halfway in. Byron said nothing, but sweat began rolling down his side over his ribs. Johnny drew back a couple of inches and then shoved forward again. This time, when he withdrew Byron came with him, pulling part of the way out of Joon. When Johnny pushed forward again Byron kept withdrawing, until there was so much of his glistening cock showing he could only have had the head inside the Korean boy. Then, as Johnny withdrew, Byron plunged into Joon. Joon and Byron both groaned at the same time. "That's the way, boys. Keep it nice and slow until you're sure you've got the rhythm," I advised. Without too much trouble the three of them began a slow, undulating three-way fuck. Once I was sure they had it I moved around in front, stuck my hand under Joon and found his semi hard cock. I began squeezing and relaxing in time with Byron's slow, steady thrusts. With my other hand I alternately caressed Joon's fuzzy head, Byron's slippery, rippling shoulders, and Johnny's long, sexy hair. "You guys are doing great," I said, "I'm proud of you. If you want to speed up a little, it's on you, Byron. They'll be able to adjust." Byron took my advice and began probing Joon's ass a little faster and snapping his hips back out a little more forcefully. Johnny responded by pounding him harder as well. Joon's cock began swelling in my hand, until after another couple of minutes it had reached its full six inches in length and was rigid and hot. The lube left over on my hand was enough to allow it to slide easily over the soft skin of Joon's organ, and on every forward thrust I flicked my thumb over his cockhead. One minute, then two, then three, and ever so slightly Byron kept increasing the pace. All three boys were now panting and gasping, and sweat was pouring off of them. Johnny lay his chest down on Byron's sweaty back, his cheek against the black boy's shoulders, so that his only motion was the snapping of his little hips. Byron had his eyes closed, teeth clenched, seemingly lost in a world of pleasure. I felt Joon's cock suddenly thicken and, if possible, become even harder. Keeping up my stroking I bent down, tipped his sweaty face up to me with my other hand, and planted a kiss hard on his mouth. Just as I did he grunted, "Umph! Umph! Umph!" and began cumming. I thrashed his cock mercilessly as he kept spasming, and streams of warm jism ran down my wrist. After a minute it was Byron's turn. Gripping Joon's hips hard, repositioning his knees a bit, and arching his back, he began yelling. "AAAAAHHHH FUCK!! FUCK!! AHHH, TAKE IT BITCH!! " His body thrashed, he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. "FUCK!!! YEAH !! YEAH, BITCH!!!!" Again and again he pounded Joon. Chest muscles clenching, abs rippling, sweat flying off him, he was magnificent. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhh, YEAH !! YEAH !! YEAH !!!" Even though he'd ejaculated massive quantities of semen only a few hours before he seemed to be cumming forever inside Joon's guts. Johnny held on to Byron's thrashing, thrusting body for dear life, but still managed to keep up his own thrusts. As Byron finally began to slow, his powerful thrusts subsiding, Johnny suddenly went rigid, and then his little body pounded Byron almost as hard as Byron had Joon. "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," he grunted, his ass flattening and digging, and then he suddenly collapsed. After a few motionless seconds he rolled to one side, his slick purple-red erection slid out of Byron and waved in the air, and he flopped on the bed on his side. Then he began to cry quietly, and quickly curled into a ball at the foot of the bed. Byron lay motionless on top of Joon, gasping for breath. A long minute went by. "Get off!" came a muffled voice from underneath Byron. The black boy rolled heavily to the side, his massive organ slithering out of Joon's narrow ass and lolling, slick and sticky, over his hip. Joon rolled away, his pubes matted with semen, his dusky pink cock deflating slowly. Johnny's sobs subsided. All three lay still, exhausted. I got up and headed for the shower. I hadn't been under the lukewarm water more than a minute when I was joined by Joon. I embraced him lightly and gave him a little kiss. "You were fucking wonderful, baby. I don't whether you kicked his ass to protect me or just because you love a fight, but you really handled him. And then when you sat on him and talked to him -- that transformed him, man -- did you see that? I am so proud of you." The boy nodded in acknowledgment, but said nothing, hanging his head. I reflected that he had had a very big eight hours or so, and he looked absolutely exhausted. The large molded fiberglass shower enclosure had a bench seat, and I pushed him gently onto it. He slumped into the corner as I began to wash him. I slipped the bar of soap all over his pale, skinny body, so vibrant an hour before, now seemingly lifeless. I caressed his thin arms, his flat chest, his soft belly, and the water sluiced over him, its rivulets cleaning him. In another minute the curtain slipped back and there stood Johnny, beaming as if he had just won a prize. "Hey sweetie, why don't you bring Byron in here too?" I suggested. "There's plenty of room. We don't want him to feel left out." "OK. Is he gonna live with us now?" I was taken aback. "What? What do you mean?" "Don' know. Seem like this his home." "Mm. Yes. It's `cause we accept him. Go on now, go get him." In a moment Johnny reappeared, towing Byron by the hand. Like Joon, he looked absolutely spent. Johnny and I pulled him under the water and he and I began washing him together. Eventually Joon somewhat reluctantly got to his feet and joined in. Six hands slipped and slid their soapy way over the boy's beautiful obsidian skin. I half hugged and caressed him as I worked, and fluttered the occasional kiss on his neck or ear. After he was clean I said, "Let's do Johnny now." The little boy didn't seem to sweat as much as the rest of us, but he certainly loved to have six hands washing his sturdy little body. "Your cock is so sexy, Johnny. Can I suck it sometime?" I asked. "Right now!" I laughed and shook my head. "Noooo way! I'm way too tired for that." "Let's wash Mike now," Byron surprised me by suggesting. I didn't even think he'd remember my name. We looked each other in the eye a moment, and then he gave me a slight nod. Not a smile, just a little nod. I think it was from that moment on that things were OK between me and Byron. The boys did wash me. And I have to say, dear reader, that having three boys gently wash your body -- one sweet as hell, one hot as hell, and one you just maybe love more than any other boy you've ever known -- well, it beats a whole lot of sex I've had in my life, hands down. Hands down.