Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2019 05:45:37 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Joon remained in bed most of the next day. I got some anesthetic cream from Lance -- enduring some slightly disapproving looks in the process -- and several times that day gently inserted a gob of it into Joon's tortured rectum. He didn't bleed any more but was extremely sore where the lining of his bowel had torn. "I don't know if I can shit," he told me at one point, and I could see real concern in his eyes. "Well, you can go a couple of days without it. By then the healing should be well underway. Here, it's time for more of these." I held out two of some sort of tranquilizer Lance had told me was standard procedure for such injuries as Joon's. The boy took them without hesitation. I confess I had no idea if my reassuring words were true, but I knew it would do him no good to worry. As Joon dozed throughout the morning I read up on his injury and, while I was still concerned, found that in all likelihood the boy would have a complete recovery. There had actually been very little blood, so I assumed the tear was small. By late morning Johnny had yet to make an appearance. I wasn't at all worried about him, but I was very curious to see how his first night with a guest as a Young Lover had gone. I checked my phone to see if he had by chance left a message; the boys on the island were not supposed to call without adult permission, but I had known Johnny to get around that rule before. No message. A groan came from the bed. I caressed Joon's skull tenderly. "I'm sore," he complained. "Want some more anesthetic cream?" "Not just there. All over." I realized this was Joon's way of asking me to massage him. "Ok, let's see what we can do about that. Lie flat." I eased him from his side into a completely prone position and pulled back the covers. His skinny body was so still and white. I began by resting my hands at the back of his thin neck. I gently held them there a minute. Then I started tracing my fingertips down his back to his tailbone. I did this several times -- at a couple of points he twitched involuntarily. Then I began putting more pressure on the muscles next to his spine, kneading a bit. I worked slowly downward to his waist, and then paused. Normally when I massaged Joon I enjoyed spending a lot of time on his butt, and he seemed to like that just fine, but considering his present condition I would skip that part of his anatomy entirely. I did, however, allow my fingertips to trail over the loose satin of his ball sack as it lay on the bed between his wide-stretched legs. He grunted softly, but made no move to resist, so I gently stroked there a few more times. I heard him murmur something. "What?" "I'm gonna get hard if you keep doing that." "Good. Maybe that will take your mind off your ass." He grunted. I continued to tease his balls for a couple of minutes. He shifted his hips. I trailed my fingertips down over the backs of his legs, over and over. Then I began kneading his hamstrings, first one, then the other, working my thumbs firmly into what little meat he had there. Then I wormed the balls of my thumbs firmly into the center of one calf. "Mmmm," he murmured; I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure he was feeling. Knowing his high pain tolerance maybe he didn't care. I worked on the other calf awhile, then gently massaged his rather delicate ankles and small feet. "Let's turn over," I said, gripping his waist. He was so slender I could almost completely encircle him with my hands. I turned him as gently as I could, but he still hissed with pain as he settled onto his back. His cock was pink and hard, bobbing against his belly, a single clear drop seeping almost timidly from his piss slit. I gripped my boy's organ gently. "I guess this guy isn't too tired from yesterday's workout." I squeezed, and the drop of precum grew in size and then slowly began easing down over his frenulum. Joon lay passively as I slowly and gently jacked him. I allowed my other hand to wander as it chose. I rubbed his belly, worked down into his groin, digging in with my thumb, and then down further onto his thigh, where I pressed harder with the heel of my hand, feeling the muscle yield to my pressure. I worked my way slowly up the inside of his thigh, then caressed his scrotum, long and loose as it lay between his thighs. I reflected that there was always something touching to me about two parts of a boy's anatomy: his balls and his ass. No matter how much of a tough front a boy puts up, his masculine strength is belied by the vulnerability of his balls, so fragile and sensitive. And no matter how mature and manly he wants to seem, his naked ass always makes him seem like a little boy. And there are other parts too, that one discovers and feels protective and tender about: small hairless armpits, fine down on thin necks, narrow shoulders. There is vulnerability there -- and in touching and caressing there, one feels the boyish need of another's strength. Perhaps the strength of an older man who admires and loves him without restraint. I made a decision. Leaning forward, I began gently licking Joon's hard cock. He flinched and gave the tiniest of sighs at the first touch of the tip of my tongue directly on his piss slit. I collected a bit of saliva and then began laving his hot organ with it, allowing it to drool all the way down to the base of his stalk, down to where there used to be hair. I slid my lips down the side of his cock and then nibbled the newly hairless skin where his organ joined his body. I gripped some between my teeth and let it slide slowly out. Then I licked down onto his scrotum, and burying my face in his groin managed to suck one of his balls into my mouth. I tugged gently on it, let it slide slowly out, hearing him groan softly, then went back to licking his cock. Eventually, when I could feel his breath quickening a bit, I sucked his whole cock slowly in, not stopping until I had all six inches down my throat. He gasped and held my shoulders gently with both hands as I began to rise and fall, sucking and sliding, occasionally stopping to collect more saliva before resuming. I caressed both his thighs as I sucked, stroking him from hip bones to knees, over and over. He began to hunch very slightly in time with my sucking. "You never did this before," he muttered. I raised my head, letting his erection slowly slip from my mouth. He was looking down at me. "You never surrendered so completely before." He closed his eyes. I knew he was thinking about that. I resumed making love to his cock. I took my time, and he was in no hurry either. It may have been 20 minutes or more before Joon's hands suddenly clutched my hair. "I'm gonna cum," he murmured, his voice thick with passion. He had never cum in my mouth before, so perhaps he didn't realize that I didn't really need a warning. I redoubled my efforts, gripping him more firmly with my lips and bobbing more rapidly. His thighs went rigid, he lifted his hips into me, gave a little cry, and suddenly I felt the warm sludge of his semen blasting against the roof of my mouth. Pulling back so just his glans was in my mouth, I gripped the lower half of his cock and stripped it upward toward my lips, savoring a second and third blast, hearing his grunts of release, then a tasting a fourth smaller squirt, then an ooze, still tugging, trying to wring every drop of his precious juice, his uniquely Joon juice, out of his cock. I sucked another few seconds until he pushed at my shoulders. Then I slid up next to him, took his limp, bony torso in my arms, clamped my lips to his, and fed him his semen mixed with my saliva. He took it in and swallowed it. When my lips began working against his he kissed me back, his tongue squirming against mine, his arm wrapping my shoulder. I finally pulled away. We stared at each other, our heads on the pillow. Finally, I said, "Say something real." He didn't miss a beat. "All this is fucking hard, but it's worth it. Even last night." "You're damn right." I caressed his face. And then out of nowhere, I said: "God, I'm lucky to have you." He swallowed, and something passed over his face. I had never said anything like that to him before. More new territory for us. After a minute, I asked, "How did it feel, me sucking you off for the first time just now?" He paused and thought. "It felt like -- we're equals now." "Hm. In what way?" He gathered his words. "I think -- OK, it seems like everything in sex is a symbol for something else. Like when you kiss me, I can feel your, um, affection. When you come inside me, it's like you claim me. . . " I nodded in encouragement. "I think of it as strengthening you." He blinked. "I guess." I waited. "It doesn't feel that way. It feels like it subordinates me." "I think it''s a paradox. I don't subordinate you -- it's your pride that's subordinated. You open yourself up to my strength and you absorb it, just like you absorb my cum. I mean, I am stronger than you in every way, let's face it. If I weren't you'd have no interest in me. And even though in the moment you may feel weaker, in the long run you become stronger as the result of our bond. And you've gotta submit to make that bond happen. Yes?" He paused. One of the many things I admired about Joon was his unwillingness to feign polite agreement. He finally nodded slowly. "Yeah." He thought some more. "So you agree with me that everything in sex transmits something? Like an emotion?" "I don't know how anybody has sex and doesn't feel that." He nodded. "How does it feel to you when you suck me? What's the emotion?" "Admiration." "Really?" I nodded. "I guess I'm not there yet. It just feels like subordination to me when I suck you. Maybe it's because it's always happened after you've roughed me up." "Yeah, maybe. Sometime we should practice having you suck me without the violent preliminaries. Think you can get into it?" "I dunno. Maybe." After a minute he shook his head. "I dunno -- it's still weird." "What?" "This whole thing of me getting off on being dominated. All that shit last night. I mean, it's so fucking intense!" He shook his head again. "Well, yeah. We're both pretty fucking intense people, after all. But . . . you're not sure you think it's a good thing." "It's -- I don't know . . . " "Embarrassing, in a way?" He looked at me, then down, and shook his head. "Confusing." I offered. "Humbling. It's hard on your pride." As I said it I knew I'd hit it. He nodded slowly. I waited. "And it's so totally -- not what I expected," he added. "Not how you saw yourself." "No! And I don't think I've really absorbed it. I mean, some days I wake up and I feel like the same person I was before. You know, completely straight. Very, uh, emotionally controlled." "Very much in your head." "Yeah." "I don't know. You're a very passionate guy. I think a lot of your diffidence, your apparent indifference to people, your whole `I just wanna read and smoke dope' thing, is a screen you conceal your intensity behind." He looked at me without expression. "Yes?" I insisted. He finally dropped his eyes. "Probably." "Is that OK?" He shrugged. "It's gotta be." "Is that so bad?" He was silent. "Do you still have sexual fantasies about women?" He paused. "Not really," he finally answered. A thought occurred to me. "What about when you have sex with Johnny?" He eyed me. "What about it?" "How do you feel about yourself? Do you feel -- like you want to feel?" He stared into space, then at me, then away again. "Yeah," he finally answered. I caressed him. "What you two have is -- it feels like it's intimate, private. I insist on total openness from you with me, but that doesn't mean you and Johnny can't have something that's just between you guys. I don't need to know any details. I just want that to be an empowering relationship for you. For you both." He considered this, then gazed at me steadily. "It is." I placed my hand on his arm and said, with all the tenderness I could muster, "And if you never love me like you love him, that's OK too. It's not your job to love me. It's MY job to love you. You need to love HIM. " He gazed at me for a long minute. "He's going to be back here before long," I pointed out. "Probably with a man's cum inside him. I think you should decide now how you're going to deal with it." He was silent. "The symbol isn't always the reality," I said. My words hung in the silence in the air. He finally dropped his eyes. "I know," he muttered. "You gonna apologize? Make amends?" He looked up sharply. I stared at him, unblinking. Finally he dropped his eyes again. "Of course," he answered softly. I kissed his nose. "Good!" I exclaimed, getting up from the bed. Then I grinned and gave him a wave as I headed out the door. "I'll be back later. Hurry up and heal that ass so I can fuck it some more!" ************************************* I'd had no breakfast and I was ravenous. Maybe the intense sex the night before did it, I thought to myself as I headed toward the cafeteria. As I approached the large lawn area in front on the cafeteria there were several small groups of boys and a couple of guests headed for lunch. As i looked to see if there was anyone I recognized I noticed a tall man and a boy cavorting in the distance, the man swinging the boy in a circle by the the arms. The boy screamed with laughter, and I suddenly realized it was Johnny. And then I realized something else. This had to be his guest. The first man he'd had sex with for Young Lovers. I was tempted to approach them, introduce myself, take the measure of him, and see how he and Johnny interacted. I wanted to see how Johnny seemed to be feeling. But I decided at the last minute to give them their privacy. They seemed to be enjoying each other -- no reason to spoil that. Johnny was an open book -- I'd find out soon enough how his first night had gone. But I hadn't been seated at my table more than a couple of minutes when Johnny entered with his guest in tow, looked around the large room, and spotted me almost immediately. He headed my way, grinning from ear to ear, pulling by the hand a tall, sandy haired young man with a hapless grin. "Hey Mike, this Alex!" Johnny said excitedly. I stood and extended a hand, but didn't smile. "Alex . . . " "Well, uh, hello." We shook. Silence. I let him be uncomfortable. Johnny looked from one to the other of us. I saw a cloud beginning to cover the sun of his sweet smile. "Why don't you join me when you get your food," I finally offered. I realized I was being a bit of a dick, but I felt awash in a unexpected protectiveness. It was only my desire not to make Johnny more uncomfortable that caused me to make any welcoming gesture at all. "Um, OK, thanks," he replied, a bit bashfully. "I just got here and I don't really know anybody . . . " He looked around the room. "Well, I guess you know Johnny . . . " My tone was cold, my stare accusatory. He looked at me and gulped. "Um, I'll be right back." He and Johnny went to stand in line. Soon they were seated at my table with trays of food. "So Alex . . . " He looked at me. "How was it fucking Johnny last night?" The man almost choked on his soup. He looked at me bewildered and speechless. "I don't . . . um . . . well . . ." I turned to Johnny, who was watching me with big eyes. "Did you have fun last night, sweetie?" I asked, allowing my voice to suddenly grow tender. He nodded solemnly. "Was Alex nice to you?" I eyed the man sternly. Johny smiled and nodded. "He nice to me. He fun to have sex with too." The boy and Alex exchanged looks, and Johnny gave the young man a smile that I suddenly realized was meant to be reassuring. ` "Yeah?" I turned to Alex. I gave him a sudden smile. "Well, in that case you're all right with me, man." The man, still a bit uncomfortable, looked relieved, and began tentatively eating again. "Johnny's been through a lot, Alex," I explained, munching my sandwich. "I'm sure you noticed the scars on his back." He nodded. "You're the first guest he's been with since -- since all that. I just want to make sure that from now on, he's gonna be treated with gentleness and kindness. It's what he deserves." "Absolutely! Absolutely!" "I kind of keep an eye on him. Make sure he's OK." "Um, this -- this abuse he took. Was that here? At Young Lovers?" "Oh, no! This is a safe place for boys. And we want to keep it that way." I gave him a meaningful look. No need for him to know I wasn't actually on staff, and therefore was essentially bluffing him with my intimidating manner. "Are you, umm . . ." "I'm Johnny's friend. His best friend is my special boy. Johnny stays with us when he's not busy with a guest. Will you be spending another night with Johnny?" The man smiled ruefully at Johnny. "I wish! I'm afraid I can't afford it!" "Yeah, I guess you'd say it's pretty pricey here. To get the best you have to pay for the best, I guess." "Yeah." "Hm. When are you leaving, Alex?" "Monday. I guess they don't fly anybody out on Sundays, so I get to at least enjoy another day here." He laughed, and added, "Alone!" "Hey Johnny, do you have another guest tonight?" I asked. "No. On Tue'day. Nobody before." "Then I don't see why Johnny couldn't join you for another night at least!" "I'm just a teacher -- I can't pay . . . " "The boys here have sex with whoever they want when they're not working. So, if that what he wants I don't think anybody's going to stop him! I'm certainly not -- if he says you've been good to him that's enough for me!" I turned to Johnny and grinned. "Would you like to spend more time with Alex?" Johnny grinned, and in answer leaned his head onto Alex's shoulder. I felt a little twinge of jealousy but let it go. "I think Joon will be busy recovering anyway, Johnny. I got a little rough with him last night. He'll be in bed awhile longer." Johnny's face looked troubled. "Don't worry sweetheart, he'll be fine. He even told me he's glad it happened." I saw no reason to make Johnny feel guilty by telling him it was Joon's mistreatment of him that led to me temporarily incapacitating his friend. "He in bed now?" "For another day, I think." But it was not another day. Once again I had underestimated my boy and his capacity to surprise.