Date: Wed, 09 Jan 2019 15:12:06 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: Young Lovers, Chapter 13 Chapter 13 I walked Antonio over to his dorm the next morning. He thanked me profusely and then gave me a sudden, impulsive hug. I embraced him tenderly, and, oblivious to the boys, guests and staff passing by, he sobbed a bit in my arms. "Are you sad, `Tonio?" The boy looked at me, a tear on his cheek a brave smile on his face. "No, I'm happy. But I will miss you. I know no one here." "You will make friends with the boys and everyone will like you. And you will enjoy some good sex with the customers. You are a natural at sex!" I wanted to pump up the boy's confidence. The boy looked shy but pleased. "Thank you, Mike." "And I told you where my apartment is. I will probably be here for another few weeks. Come over any time." "What about -- you said you had a -- a boyfriend." "He's my boy, yes, but he has other friends and so do I. His special friend Johnny sleeps with us too. Joon and I both have sex with other people. You can come over if you want to have sex, or just to talk, do your homework, watch movies -- whatever you want." "OK!" he smiled brightly. "Now go on. Meet the rest of your dorm mates. Maybe I'll see you at breakfast in a bit." He nodded, and with a smile and that cute little-boy wave he was off to his dorm. As I watched him go I felt a little wistful. I wondered if he would ever come by. For me it still felt a little incomplete, a little unnatural, to have had such a deep connection with him, physically and emotionally, without consummating it completely. Especially since he had obviously wanted me to be the one to take his virginity. I wondered if he still felt that way. Would I ever know? I headed to the dining hall to grab a quick breakfast. A group of boys were just leaving and I noticed Byron among them. I called to him and motioned him over with a cheery wave. He left his friends and came, but with a glowering expression. He stood there looking at me silently, almost accusingly. "What's up, buddy? How did the tutoring go last night?" "There wasn't no tutoring!" "What happened?" "Nothing! I don't need that Asian bitch to teach me! I can do it myself!" He turned to leave. "Byron, wait." He stopped. I placed my hand gently on his arm. He yanked it away. "What?!" he almost yelled. "Did Joon say or do something?" He glared and didn't answer. "He can get mouthy and mean, I know," I added, trying to sound sympathetic. He suddenly turned and stomped off. All thoughts of breakfast and coffee were gone. Had Byron simply changed his mind? Once he got with his buddies did he return to his cocky ways, pretending to himself an others he needed no help? No -- there had been resentment in his face. And when he mentioned "that Asian bitch" it was with hurt, not indifference. Someone had said or done something. And I figured I knew who. I headed back to the apartment. Johnny was in the living room watching TV. I noticed it was a nature program. "Hi sweetie," I greeted him with a kiss. "Is it a good show?" "I like animals," he grinned. "It about bears. They sleep almos' half year!" Johnny proceeded to deliver a short lecture in very passable English on the habits of bears, with particular emphasis on their raising of young. While he rattled on I was glad to have some time to compose myself a bit before taking Joon on. "You're like a bear, Johnny. I think that's what I'll call you!!" "I'n not big, except!" "No, you're little, but you're adorable!' I ruffled his hair. "And hairy! A hairy little bear!" He wrinkled his cute little nose. "Too much hair!" he exclaimed. "Is he in there?" I nodded my head toward the bedroom. "Uh-huh. He reading. He not like me for bother him." "No? Well I think I'll go bother him." The door was open so I walked in without knocking. Joon lay on the bed naked, his nose in a book, absently playing with his half hard cock. He ignored me. "Hey," I said. He looked up. "Hey." I sat down on the bed. "How did the tutoring session go last night?" He turned back to his book. "He didn't show up." "No? Why not?" I reached out and knocked the book from his hands. "What are you doing?" Joon snapped angrily. "I don't know why!" "You're lying. Why didn't he show up?" I demanded. The boy paused and tried to collect himself. He was good at concealing almost all his emotions, but he never could hide guilt, which crept over his face now. "Maybe he had too much pride." He didn't look at me. "Joon, did you talk to Byron today?" I temporarily calmed my voice. "I saw him in the lunchroom." "Yeah? Who was he there with?" "Omar and Freddie. His posse. He's always with them." "His posse? What did you say?" "I just asked him what time he was coming over." "Did you say what he was coming over for?" My voice hardened. "Did you mention in front of his friends that he needed help?" He ducked his head. "Um, I think so," he muttered. I suddenly lunged forward, grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the headboard. His eyes flew open. "You knew that would humiliate him, didn't you?" Rage filled the boy's face. He grabbed my wrist with both hands, and then, with remarkable agility, managed to raise himself up and kick at my neck with one of his knees. Caught off guard, I rolled to the side, and he wrenched himself away, then kicked me again and tried to flee. I lunged at him from my knees and managed to tackle him. He twisted with lightning speed and threw a punch, but I smothered him with my body. He thrashed for a minute, but I grabbed both his wrists and controlled him with my greater weight. He lay on his back, breathing hard, and I stared at him inches from his face. Then I slowly released his left arm, figuring I'd rather take punch from his left than his dominant right, lifted up a couple of inches, and reached under me. He was erect and rigid. I squeezed his cock hard. I was about to grab his wrist again when suddenly hands grabbed my shoulders from behind. "Let him go!" wailed Johnny. In that split second of surprise my grip must have slackened. Joon sprang to life and smacked me with the flat of his hand on my nose. I instinctively recoiled and he shoved me off him and scrambled to his feet. I could feel blood coming from my nose and, not caring, seeing only a red haze of rage, I leaped to my feet and managed to grab him as he slowed his flight to avoid Johnny, who had been knocked to the floor and was yelling in Korean. Grabbing Joon with both hands I slammed him chest first up against the wall. "There bitch, you feel that?! Huh?!" I slammed him again and again and again, Johnny screaming and crying in the background all the while. Finally I felt the boy's body slacken and I stopped, leaning him hard into the wall, his face smashed to one side. We were both still, gasping and panting. Finally I carefully leaned forward and bit a hunk of his neck. He stiffened. I slowly let the skin slide out through my teeth. I waited another few seconds. "That's a good little bitch," I murmured. My voice hardened. "Turn around and get on your knees!" I let go of him and stepped back. Eyes downcast the boy obeyed. I wiped the blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "Take my pants down." He did so quickly. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and briefs. Johnny had suddenly gone quiet. I looked down at Joon and he looked up in surrender. I wiped more blood from my nose and lip and slowly smeared it over his face and mouth. "Taste it, bitch," I ordered. He licked it from his lips. "Now kiss my cock." The boy sucked the head of my cock in and then slid his lips up and down the shaft. "That's enough. Now stand up and face the wall," I instructed, and he obeyed. I turned to Johnny. "Bring Joon some of that lube over there." Wide eyed, Johnny sat motionless. "Go ahead," Joon snapped irritably. "If I have to take it I can't take it dry!" "`If I have to take it!?' I cried, slamming Joon against the wall again. "Don't fucking lie, bitch! Tell him what you want!" Joon gasped, his mouth shoved sideways against the wall. There was a pause. I pulled him toward me and slammed him again. "OK, I want to get fucked!" he yelled angrily. "Yeah you do!" I exclaimed. Johnny scrambled for the lube. I rubbed a big gob on my erect cock and another on Joon's hot asshole. "Now peel your butt open." He did so. With that I paced my cockhead against the opening and steadied myself, gripping his hipbones. Then, without warning, I lunged into him halfway with the first thrust and then, as he gasped and recoiled, I gave a second lunge, and I was balls deep. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH," Joon cried, arching back against me. "Yeah, you feel that, don't you, bitch," I snarled. I pulled halfway out and pounded him again. "AAhhhh, fuck," he gasped. I pulled nearly all the way out and paused. "Now let's make sure Johnny understands! I'll take my cock out if you want. No more fucking. Is that what you want, Joon?" "No," he murmured. "Johnny didn't hear you! ShallI take it out?" "NO, damn it!" "What do you want, then?" "I want you to fuck me!" "Hear that Johnny? " I cried, turning to the boy. He still was wide eyed in astonishment. He nodded slowly. "How do you want it Joon? Huh?" "Hard! As hard as fuck!" "Say please!" "Aw SHIT! COME ON! PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD!!" I slammed into him again and again and again, bouncing him off the wall. With each thrust he arched back against me and each time I pulled out he tucked his butt under. With one hand I grabbed his red hot cock and began manipulating it -- squeezing, tugging, smashing, pinching, being as rough as I could, dominating the shit out of him. As rough as I was he still began leaking precum over my knuckle. His cock was like a steel bar under its hot velvet sheath. Faster and faster I fucked him. He was gasping for breath and moaning. I could feel my climax approaching. I was now veering out of control. I smashed him into the wall again, my cheek against his. A trickle of blood came from his nose, his face was dripping with sweat, and his breath came in short gasps, but his body never stopped writhing against me, never stopped craving more cock. "Yeah, bitch, yeah!!" I whispered in his ear, lifting him and inch or two off the floor now with each powerful thrust. "AAh, yeah, fuck me!" he gasped. And the wave crested, I wrenched his cock hard and then, all at once the pleasure slammed into me. I screamed, my fist crushed his hot organ, and I began shooting into his bowels. He shrieked, and I felt his insides spasm, and I knew he was shooting against the wall. He collapsed onto the floor, but I wasn't done and I fell on top of him, still in him, still humping, still shooting, over and over, gnawing his ear, his voice sobbing and choking, my hands clutching his shoulders so hard they almost bled, and through it came his voice, a rasping cry, "More! Yeah!" Lying on him prone I still pounded him, my cock all fucked out but still amazingly hard, his body small and fragile now below me passively submitting to whatever I did to him. Still he managed to croak, "More." I was exultant. I had what I needed, what I'd always needed, if I'd only known it -- a boy who not only craved domination emotionally but was thrilled by it sexually. I struggled to my knees, drawing him up with me, still impaling him, then withdrew and slammed into him one more time. At last it was over. The two of us lay together bathed in sweat and blood and cum, panting, completely still. After -- two minutes? five? ten? -- I rolled off and out of him. Semen drooled from his asshole. I reached over and pulled his inert body onto mine, found his head with my hand, pulled him to me and kissed him. He kissed back, exhausted. I released him and he slumped back onto the floor. As my body recovered I became more aware of the room. Tropical sunlight streamed through the window. I saw several dark spots on the wall where Joon's cum had splattered. I looked over at Johnny, who was sitting in the corner, looking shocked, shaking a little. "Come over here, Johnny," I said softly, extending an arm. The boy seemed frozen. "It's OK, man," came Joon's soft, weary voice. After a second's pause Johnny came. Joon rolled over onto his side and faced us. "Lie down here with Joon and me, sweetie." The boy complied, and I cuddled him to me. "That was scary to you, wasn't it?" He nodded. "You were afraid I was gong to hurt him. But I wasn't. " I looked at Joon. "I - I love him." Joon looked back at me, his face defenseless and drained. "I-I don' unnerstan'," stammered Johnny. "Sometimes Joon needs to be fucked really, really hard. It's just how he is. And I need a boy to fuck really hard sometimes. That's just me. So that's what we do. We understand each other." "Oh." "But that's not what you need at all, is it?" He shook his head, and tears began rolling down his cheeks. It suddenly hit me. What a dunce I had been! "Johnny, men hurt you bad when they had sex with you didn't they? No wonder this was so scary for you." I held the boy against me and let him sob. After a moment I murmured, "You're just a sweet boy who needs tenderness and kindness. You don't understand this at all." I gestured to Joon and he obediently wrapped his body around Johnny from behind. "We can give you the love you need too, honey," I said, hopefully reassuring him. "You belong with us." We lay that way for many minutes. Finally Johnny was still. The three of us lay together on the floor, all blasted into exhaustion by the emotions that had washed over us that morning. *************************************** It was a half hour later. I had been lying on the bed with Joon in my arms. Now we faced each other, each with a head propped up. All resistance was gone from Joon's face. He was open and receptive. Johnny snuggled behind Joon. "So, first of all, why did I slap that book out of your hand? Why did I call you bitch?" I asked gently. "I had a diffident attitude. I didn't look you in the eye. I wasn't honest at first about what happened with Byron and me earlier." "That's right. You were closed off to me. It's not that you were overtly disrespectful or cold or any of that other stuff you sometimes do. But complete openness is the only thing that's acceptable between us. Like, right now -- do you feel how you are right now? Do you feel how open and free and accepting it is between us? It has to be this way all the time between me and my boy. When I fuck you, once you've given up resistance, once you quit fighting me and open up -- that's like a symbol of how it has to be. A symbol of something more important than sex. Of how open your heart, your mind, everything, not just your body, needs to be with me. Do you get it?" He looked me in the eye. "I totally get it. But I can't always DO it!" He paused, frowning. "Too much pride. Too many years . . . " He shook his head. "That's OK. At those times, if you can't be my open, receptive boy, then I'll fuck you open. You'll just be a bitch then, and I'll rip you open like a ripe peach. And then afterwards we'll talk, just like we are now. I don't expect perfection. I expect you to try." He nodded slightly. "I can do that," he murmured. "Good. Now about the thing with Byron. Why'd you do it? Did you consciously intend to hurt him?" He thought about it. "I already reflected on it. I knew if I pissed him off the deal would be off and I wouldn't have to tutor him." "Bullshit!" I exclaimed. "Observe yourself! You wouldn't mind tutoring him at all! In fact, I bet you'd kind of like it! Getting to be the smart one is always fun, especially for you. Every minute teaching him would be a minute of dominance. You eat that shit up!" He said nothing, then looked at me. "Well, do you know why?" "Shit! Yes I know why! Why do I have to figure out what your own reasons are for doing things? Who's in charge of you?" He gave a wry smile. "Right now my ass is telling me you are." I had to chuckle. "Fine, I'll tell you. If the tutoring deal was off then the gym deal would be off too, and you wouldn't have to feel humiliated at having big ol' buff Byron helping out your pathetic scrawny-ass body." His eyes glazed over as he stared at the bed in front of us. A long minute passed. "And," I added, "the irony is, I'm here right now telling you this partly because of how hot that pathetic scrawny-ass body of yours gets me!" Joon glanced at me and gave a little chuckle. "Man!" he muttered. "And Johnny likes it too!" I added, reaching over Joon and ruffling Johnny's hair, wanting the little kid to feel included. Johnny grinned over the older boy's shoulder. "I like everything of Joon," he answered simply, wrapping an arm around Joon's bony chest. Joon shook his head, smiling an awkward, crooked smile. "So, how are you going to fix this?" He thought a second. "I guess I'll apologize. And I'll repeat the offer." "That's not enough. He's obviously a guy with a lot of pride and he can't feel very good about failing school. You embarrassed him in front of his friends." He looked at me, not wanting to go where I was going. "They need to see you apologize too," I pointed out. "But that will just embarrass him further," he protested. "Well, then, think of something else. You're resourceful. But you need to do it, and do it today." Little did I know what Joon, with his flair for drama and one-upmanship, would come up with.