Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2019 15:45:33 +0000
From: destabilizer15 <destabilizer15@protonmail.com>
Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 24

Chapter 24

I awoke sometime later -- an hour? two hours? -- to the sound of grunts and
soft moans.  John had Evan on his hands and knees and was slowly and
expertly screwing him.  Alan lay nearby watching, his big cock half-soft
against his belly.  The look on his face said he wasn't at all eager to
join in.

I knee walked over to John and placed a palm gently over his smoothly
undulating brown ass.  The boy turned to me and gave me his enthusiastic,
dimpled grin.

"When do I get some of this?"  I murmured, nibbling his ear.

"When I'n done here, man.  Ip you can't wait, play wit Alan.  He shy,
dough."

We both looked at the sleepy-eyed boy.

"Is he gay?" I whispered.

John shook his head.  "He sayz no.  But he want de money.  He do whateber
you tell hin."

"Yeah?" I considered this.  "Does he speak English?"

John closed his eyes and hissed, apparently in response to a wave of
pleasure as he fucked Evan.  Then he looked at me.  "I tink so," he panted.
"It don' matter, dough.  Jus' do what you want.  He'll follow.  You'll
see."

I looked over at Nelson, still shrinking against the wall, eyes still big
as saucers.  "What did he bring the other kid for?"

John shrugged.  "I dunno.  Maybe he want Young Lubbers to take him too!"

"He's too young, isn't he?"

John grinned, and surged a little more firmly into Evan's ass. "Alan sayz
he can cum."

"Yeah?"

This was interesting.  I looked over at the little kid again.  I would have
put his age at 11-- kind of young to cum.  He hadn't moved from his spot
against the wall -- but now I saw something I hadn't noticed before.  There
seemed to be a bulge in the front if his shorts that looked very much like
a nice little erection.  Even more interesting!  I decided then and there
at some point before the night was through I would find out what, if
anything, this cute kid wanted to do with his cock.  And mine.

Just looking at the kid made my cock itch. I was hard and feeling horny
again despite my tremendous orgasm with Tim and Lily earlier.  There was
something about this orgiastic scene that really excited me. I wanted more.

I knee walked over to Alan.  He watched me through half closed eyes, his
face expressionless.

"Hi Alan," I smiled.  "I'm Mike."

"Hi," he responded softly.

"You have a beautiful cock.  Can I suck it?"

The boy just looked at me.  Did he not understand?  Was he shy, as John
suggested?  Did he just not care?

I reached toward his cock with my hand, then paused.  "OK?" I asked.

The boy shrugged.  He was either indifferent or pretending to be.

I touched his cock gently with my finger, and slowly traced it's length
from glans to base and back up again.  His face remained impassive.  I
dragged my fingertip lightly around his coronal rim, then tickled his
frenulum.  His face remained blank, but I noticed a slight tightening in
his jaw, and he was unable to conceal the smallest squirming of his body.

I decided to talk to this boy as if he could understand.  "It's OK to like
it, Alan."

He continued to watch me with his sleepy gaze.  I continued slowly tracing
my finger over his fat organ.  In another minute, despite his posture of
apathy, his cock began to stir, then lengthen.

"Looks like he likes it!" I smiled.

I held the whole organ in a gentle grip now.  I carefully squeezed it, then
eased my grip, then caressed the glans with my thumb, then squeezed again.
He couldn't suppress a sigh, and twitched his hips just slightly.  I knew
he wouldn't be able to resist the mounting pleasure.  Maybe he was very
experienced with sex, I didn't know.  But regardless, he was 14, after all.
What 14-year-old is indifferent to his cock receiving tender loving care?

Before long his cock was thick and firm in my fist.  When I grasped it at
its base, my fist nestled in his modest bush of wiry black hair, his organ
protruded three inches above my thumb.  I judged his erection to already be
nearly seven thick inches long.  And it was still expanding and
lengthening.  Alan watched me, trying to remain expressionless.  But his
body betrayed him.  One moment his lips parted.  Then his hips shifted.
His breath was quickening slightly.  His eyes closed a bit as passion stole
over him.  I smiled as his little pink tongue darted out and quickly licked
his lips.

I began jacking him very slowly, gripping his cock tightly.  With the
fingertips of my other hand I slowly stroked his belly, down into his
abdomen, then down to his pubes.  I trailed a finger slowly through the
crease of his hairless groin, and his skin twitched.  I pushed his thigh
farther outward and then trailed my finger over his scrotum.  He had the
softest skin there I had ever felt on any boy's ball sac.  I caressed his
sac over and over, and jacked him slightly faster.

Alan was now no longer trying to hide his pleasure.  His eyes were closed,
he was breathing faster, and he hunched his hips upward slightly with every
squeeze and stroke.  When I had decided he was completely into it I
suddenly stopped.  His eyes popped open.  I let go of his cock and lay down
next to him.  I took his surprisingly large, long-fingered hand and placed
it on my erection.  I waited.

He was inert for a moment, his hand limp and motionless on my cock.  He
stared into space.  Eventually he realized he had no choice.  Slowly he
tightened his grip and began to jack me.

After a moment, I murmured.  "Feels good, Alan.  Jack your own cock too."
The boy complied -- so it seemed he did have at least some English.  Soon
he was stroking with both hands in unison. I slid my arm underneath his
shoulders and pulled him against me.  I learned forward and kissed him on
the cheek.  He pulled his head away.

I chuckled.  "Don't like that?  Ok, how about this?"  I leaned farther
forward and nibbled at his large dark nipple.  He stiffened and grunted.  I
took that as a positive so I proceeded to lick and chew aggressively.

"Ah, ah," he gasped, arching his back.  He quickly seemed to forget all
about jacking me or himself as he got into the pleasure I was giving him
with my mouth.  After a moment I crawled part way over him to get at his
other nipple.  I chewed this one too, while grabbing the first one between
my thumb and index finger and gently pinching and rolling it.

"Ahhhh," he groaned loudly.  He tossed his head from one side to the other.
I had found one of Alan's highly sensitive areas.  There would be many
others.  In fact, I was to discover that almost all of Alan's body was an
erogenous zone.  He was one of the most sexually sensitive boys I have ever
made love to.  Maybe that exaggeratedly apathetic exterior was somehow
necessary to conceal the exact opposite inside.

The next half hour or so was a kaleidoscope of sex, full of constantly
shifting pleasures.  One moment found me nibbling Alan's chamois-soft
scrotum as he moaned and writhed.  Another moment I was massaging the whole
front of his body, from lean brown chest to raging erection to gently
curving thighs, my hands alternating gentle tickles with deep pressure, as
he allowed me complete access to every inch of his body.  Another moment I
squirmed my tongue against his hairless anus over and over.  Still other
moments found me using my hand to bring him close to climax without
allowing him to cum, over and over.  There were moments when he was
practically screaming with pleasure, apparently oblivious to where we were.

Throughout, the boy showed no interest in being active, or in my own body
at all.  He seemed to be interested only in the passive receiving of
pleasure.  But his responsiveness was so intense, his surrender to the
pleasure so complete, it was still exciting to me.  I loved being the
source of such pleasure for him.  Jack's ecstatic surrender was similar,
but his was as much emotional as physical.  Alan showed no sign of emotion
at all -- no affection, no need to receive love, no curiosity, none of the
characteristics that made sex with Jack so wonderful.  He was a purely
physical animal.

Of course my erection was raging hard the whole time, but I was so
delighted to pleasure him that my own orgasm could wait for as long as I
needed to wait.  I probably could have cum in ten seconds, yet I was happy
to wait for an hour or more.

Finally, however, it was time.  I had done everything I could think of to
pleasure him, and he'd responded almost violently to every bit of it.  I
knew he would have lain there for hours more if I had been willing to
continue ministering to his body.  Now I wanted to see if I could use
fucking -- an act that was as much emotional as physical for me -- to bring
him to an even higher level of pleasure.  If I broke through to his
emotions as my cock broke through to his guts, so much the better.

I returned to licking his ass and then reached for the nearby lube and
began slathering his hole with it.  He gasped softly as I inserted my
slippery finger into him, but after some initial tightness he took it
fairly easily.  A minute later a second finger followed, and he took it
with similar ease.  I reflected that Alan was certainly experienced with
fucking.  I lubed up my cock and then began bending his legs back to expose
his hole, I watched his face and, for the first time, his eyes opened wide.
I tried to read his emotions but I couldn't.  Was this surprise?
Excitement?  Concern?

I placed my cockhead at his back door.  I paused and held his gaze for a
long moment.  His face was impassive, but his eyes glittered with lust.
His little mouth was open slightly, his breath shallow and quick.  He
licked his lips.  I reached forward, gripped his raging erection, and began
massaging it.  He closed his eyes and I drove forward slowly.

God he was tight!  He had taken my fingers pretty readily, but the greater
thickness of my cock caused his rectum to spasm shut.  I paused, waiting to
see if he wanted me to stop.  Only my cockhead was in him, and that barely.
His eyes were squinched shut.  I waited, still massaging his cock.  Finally
he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.  I waited until he focused on
me.

"It's gonna hurt, but it's gonna feel good too."  I didn't ask him to ask
for it, as I often do, because he seemed to need to be passive.  I only
said, "If you want me to stop, just tell me."  He said nothing, just looked
at me.

"Here we go, then"

I pushed his knees a little farther toward the mattress and away from his
body, then leaned farther over him, and began applying pressure.  He arched
his back, gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. If he had cried out
or said anything I would have stopped, but the boy seemed acquiescent.  I
slowly forced my way two, then three inches into him.  I stopped when he
gave a little whimper.  I pulled out a little and waited, still massaging
his cock, which was deflating a little with the pain.

"You're doing great," I said to the boy.  "You know it always hurts at
first, but's it's gonna get good, right?"  The boy exhaled with a puff, his
eyes still closed, and said nothing.  I continued to stroke him, tickling
his glans with my index finger and squeezing in rhythm.

"OK, let's do it," I said finally.  "You know how.  Just relax and push out
when I push in."  I gathered myself and wormed my way farther in.  Suddenly
something gave way and I firmly and steadily entered him until only an inch
or two of my cock remained outside his body.  He had taken a deep breath,
his little chest filled and arching up -- he now suddenly exhaled, and I
could feel his body relax.

"Yeah, Alan, you got it.  It's gonna get good now.  Here we go."

I began pulling out of him.  I was surprised at how tight he still was,
even as I withdrew.  Was he tensing up intentionally, to give us both more
pleasure?  I couldn't really tell.  I stopped and put some more lube on the
base of my cock and massaged some all over the thin, stretched anal skin
that wrapped my cock.  Maybe the boy hadn't been fucked quite as often as I
first assumed.  Little did I know.

I pulled farther out until just my cockhead was in him.  I paused, then
surged back in.

"AH!" he cried sharply.  I stopped, waited, then, as his body gradually
relaxed, I pulled out a bit and drove back in.  He squirmed against me and
sighed.  His eyes were still squeezed shut.  At this point I decided that
maybe it was a mistake to go too slowly.  Sometimes it was like yanking off
the bandaid -- a moment of shocking hurt, though intense, was better than
slow gradual pain.

"I'm going in all the way now.  Remember to push and relax."  I pulled
nearly all the way out and then, faster this time, drove nearly all the way
in.

"Eeeoowwwww!" the boy cried.  Tears were now leaking from his squeezed
eyes.  His cock had gone completely soft.  I felt bad for the kid, but now
that I had gone this far the only way to move him from pain to pleasure was
to continue.  His ass was going to be sore either way, but at least I could
try to give him a good orgasm.  And myself.

I began withdrawing and driving in, out and in, out and in.  After a half
minute or so I could feel him begin to relax. His eyes were still closed,
but no longer squeezed.  It was working.  I pulled out a bit farther, just
my cockhead in.  I paused, then drove in a little faster and harder.  He
gasped.  His eyelashes were still wet, but he was no longer crying.  I
reached for his cock again, and now began squeezing and relaxing in time
with my strokes.  Before long he began to harden up again.  I stopped and
lubed myself up a little more, and while I was at it slapped some lube onto
his cock and caressed his organ with it.

I resumed fucking the boy, and before long he began moving his hips in
response to my thrusts.  His slippery cock was now raging hot as my hand
squeezed and stroked.  I settled into a regular rhythm of medium length
strokes, and before long he was right there with me, hunching and easing
back as I thrust and withdrew.  His hand gripped my upper arm now, and his
face was relaxed.

"Feeling good now, baby?"  I asked.

He stared at me blankly.  Did he understand?  I bent to kiss him, but he
turned his head aside.  The little shit.  I withdrew a little farther and
thrust all the way in, hard.

"Ahhhhh," he responded with a sigh of what sounded like pleasure, and for
the first time a small, involuntary smile crossed his face just for a
moment.

That was all I needed to see.  I let go of his cock, grabbed both his legs
behind his knees, rammed them both down nearly all the way to the mattress,
and began fucking him harder and faster.  Soon he was right with me every
step of the way, moaning and sighing, hissing and gasping, twisting and
thrusting, eyes closed in pleasure, his teeth gritted in effort.

With Joon I had learned that I could enjoy being rough with a boy if it was
what he needed, but usually I much preferred to give a boy pleasure.  Now
that the pain seemed to have subsided for Alan I could see that, sensualist
that he seemed to be, he was losing his mind, lost in his lust.  As passive
and indifferent as he had seemed before, he was now transformed into the
opposite -- a boy deeply craving sexual pleasure, however I wanted to give
it to him.

Alan was still amazingly tight.  His rectum gripped me like a hot fist, and
the pleasure was intense.  I began feeding him longer strokes, pulling
nearly all the way out, then plowing back in forcefully.  He was so tight I
couldn't really slam him hard, but every time I bottomed out in him his
head would snap back a little and he'd hiss through clenched teeth.  I
twisted and wrenched his inflamed cock more and more roughly as I stroked,
every few seconds mauling his now purple cockhead hard with my thumb.

The boy's mouth was open now, and he was gasping for breath.  Every time
I'd withdraw he'd gasp a little, and on every thrust he'd grunt.  I decided
to make him face how badly he wanted this pleasure.  I pulled part way out
and paused.  His eyes flew open and he eyed me.

"Do you want it, Alan?"

His frown was ferocious.

I caressed his cock.  "Come on now, admit it.  It feels good to have my
cock in you.  No more pain.  Just pleasure.  Say yes, Alan.  Say yes you
want it and I'll fuck you deep and hard.  Just like you like it."

Alan struggled with himself, panting, then, with a sneer, snarled, "Yeah."

I didn't like that sneer.

"Say, `I wanna be a fuckboy.'"

His glare was even more furious.

"Say it Alan!  This cock of yours is big and hard for a reason."  I
squeezed it roughly. "If you didn't get like getting fucked it wouldn't be
hard.  You know you want it.  Think of the guys who've fucked you already!
I'll bet you came with every one of those cocks in you!"

His glare was like a thundercloud.  And then he stunned me.  "I never done
it bepore!" he spat.

My mind reeled.  A virgin!  No wonder he'd been so tight!  No wonder he'd
cried tears of pain!  He had taken my fingers so easily I had been
completely fooled.  Plus he seemed so casual, so bored almost, with
everything that was going on, how could I have known he was actually
inexperienced?

I was tempted to pull out of the kid right then, but I hesitated.  True, I
wished now I hadn't treated him like a boy who was used to being fucked --
but he was still stone hard.  He was still enjoying it, painful as it had
been, and probably still was, at least a little.  I pulled back until just
the head of my cock was in him.  I looked deep into his eyes.

"I didn't know, Alan.  If I had known I would have been gentler with you.
I'm sorry."

He said nothing.  He still glared, but his face softened just a bit.

"I'll pull out if you want.  But maybe it's better this way."  I caressed
his cock, stroking gently.  He lay there passively.  "If you want to make
all that money you're gonna have to learn to get screwed and like it.  The
hard part is over now.  Might as well enjoy the good part.  Let me see if I
can fuck the cum right out of you, OK?"

He was silent.

"Say yes or no, Alan."

I waited.

Finally he croaked, "Yes."

I nodded, unsmiling.  "Smart boy."  I got a better grip on his legs and
settled my knees.

"Ok, tell me when you're ready."

A minute passed.

`"OK."

I leaned forward on one hand while stoking him with the other.  Then I
arched my back and began the slow drive home.  The boy arched, sucked in
his breath, and squinched his eyes shut.  I kept slowly pushing until I had
nearly bottomed out.

"Good, Alan.  You're a tough kid."  I pulled most of the way out, then
thrust in again, and pulled out again.  His face was beginning to relax.

"Yeah.  Pain is gone?"

He nodded slightly.

"Good.  It gets better and better now."  I squeezed and stroked him more
forcefully as I drove in and pulled out, in and out, in and out.  Before
long we settled back into our earlier rhythm.  The boy licked his lips
quickly as he worked his hips against mine.  A moment later he grabbed both
my forearms, tossed his head, groaning.  In another minute he had abandoned
all control, surrendering completely to a world of sensation.

I let go of his cock a minute, caressing his sweaty shoulders, pinching his
nipples, trickling my fingertips down his belly as I fucked.  He was
grunting wildly now, tossing his head with abandon.

"Yah! Yah! Ah! Umph! AH" The boy began crying out, becoming wild with
pleasure.  He grabbed his own cock and began flailing away.  "WAAHH!
AHHHH!  YAAH!  AAAH!"

I shoved his hand away and took over stroking him.  He clutched the
mattress spasmodically, crying out constantly now.  Sweat flew off his lank
hair as he tossed his head about.

Suddenly his big cock jumped and lurched in my hand, and with a piercing,
almost feline cry he began cumming.  I buried my cock to the hilt and held
it there as I whipped my hand furiously up and down the boy's seething,
spewing organ.  Boy milk shot every which way as he snapped his hips
against me in his climax.

"YAH! YAH! YAH!" he cried, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut, his little
chest arching and twisting. His semen still spurted over his flat brown
belly and his bony ribcage, then finally merely dribbled in thick drools
into his small pubic bush.

I fucked deep and long into the boy once more, but still wasn't close to
cumming.  My earlier orgasm had definitely taken the edge off.  Slowly, so
as not to make Alan too uncomfortable, I withdrew my slick erection from
his body.  His legs flopped down, and he lay motionless, eyes closed,
breathing hard.  I bent and carefully slurped a big gob of his warm cum
into my mouth.  When I raised back up he was looking at me.

Not expecting a reply, I nevertheless asked, "Was that good?"

To my surprise, Alan nodded solemnly.  Then he closed his eyes again and
placed an arm over them.  He was done.

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Chuckling to myself I bent to lick up the rest of Alan's cum, and was
startled to suddenly feel a body next to me on the bed.  It was Nelson, and
before I could move he had plunged his head into his brother's crotch and
took over my cleanup project!  I watched in surprise as he nibbled and
licked at Alan's belly and cock and pubes, sucking up the rest of his
juice.  Once had finished that he began carefully licking every inch of
Alan's deflating organ.  Apparently these two had a whole different
definition of brotherly love!

I sat back on my heels and admired Nelson's sweet little ass sicking up in
the air, his shorts stretched tight over the plump curves.  I decided to
see if he was interesting in fooling around with someone besides Alan.
Someone like me, perhaps.  I placed my hands on the little kid's shoulders
and gently began massaging him.  He immediately stopped, sat back on his
heels, and looked at me.

"Hi Nelson," I said with a smile.  "You are a very cute boy.  Can I make
you feel good?"  I wondered if he could understand English.

He looked at me sweetly and then, in a charmingly husky little voice,
asked, "What are you gonna do?"

"What do you like?"

"I dunno," he said faintly.

"Well, what does Alan do to you that you like?"

The boy looked at Alan awkwardly, then back at me.

"Nut-ting."

I digested this.  Thinking about how selfish, how completely unconcerned
about anything but his own enjoyment Alan had been with me, it occurred to
me that perhaps he and his little brother just had one-way sex.  Maybe
Nelson had learned to pleasure Alan without even expecting anything in
return.  I made a decision.

"OK, you can leave Alan alone now.  His cock is clean enough.  It's time
for someone to make you feel good for a change."

He blinked at me, eyes peeping through his straight black bangs like an
animal's peering through jungle foliage.

I raised my hands above my head.  "Put your hands up.  Like this."

The boy obeyed, and I easily pulled off his thin little T-shirt.  His body
was nut brown, like his brother's, and his skin glowed slightly, damp with
perspiration in the increasingly warm room.  I gently pushed him down into
his stomach.

"Now you just relax -- I'm going to take care of you."  The boy lay
quietly, apparently acquiescent, and I began a gentle massage.  Nelson,
through slim, was not skinny, and even at age 11 he had a little meat on
his shoulders and back.  I was able to dig into his muscles carefully as I
kneaded.  His skin was wonderfully silky.  After a moment the boy gave a
little grunt, and soon a small moan escaped his lips.  A little massage oil
would be nice, I thought, as I worked in long strokes down the muscles of
his back.  Would lube work?  I picked up the nearby tube, uncapped it,
squeezed a large gob of it onto his skin, and began rubbing.

Not great, I thought, but better than nothing.  The slippery lube allowed
me to make long sweeping strokes, caressing his body from his surprisingly
wide shoulders to the waistband of his shorts.  I worked down his slim
arms, caressed his little biceps, smoothed his sinewy forearms, and even
pressed his hands into the bed, lacing my fingers in his.

Finally I leaned forward and murmured in his ear, "Turn over now, sweetie.
More good feelings for you."  The boy rose groggily, and willingly lay on
his back.  First I caressed his beautiful little heart-shaped face,
circling his temples gently, following the curve of his jaw with my
fingertips, stroking his forehead firmly with the balls of my thumbs.  I
carefully pinched all around the rim of his ears.  I made my fingers into
claws and massaged his scalp.  I gazed at his face as I caressed his thick,
straight hair.  It was as peaceful as a baby's.

I pressed my fingers firmly along the muscles leading down onto his neck,
then carefully kneaded as the muscle flowed out onto his shoulders.  Then
down onto his flat chest.  Unlike Alan he had tiny little nipples, and as I
circled his pectorals with the flat of my palms I pinched them a couple of
times.  His little wet lips parted just a bit at this.

I slid my palms slowly, gently down his belly.  Then I moved them in
circles, pushing just a little into his soft abdomen.  I didn't feel the
slightest tension as I pressed this most vulnerable of places.  Nelson's
surrender, like his brother's, seemed total.

Nelson then shoved one hand into the front of his shorts and began playing
with himself.  Obviously, it was time.  I placed my hands at his waist.
"I'm gonna take these off now.  Is that OK?"  The boy just nodded, eyes
still closed, and withdrew his hand.  I slowly drew down the zipper.  His
little bulge pushed its way through the fly.  I pulled his shorts down to
his ankles. Nelson wore a pair of black Batman boxer trunks, featuring a
yellow spotlight in the crotch.  The black outline of Batman was exactly
centered over Nelson's boy cock, and the bat wings appeared attached to his
bulge.

I chuckled to myself as I took his shorts off completely, and then,
pressing with my fingertips, slowly stroked down the length of the boy's
cock pressing up against Batman.  Nelson sucked in air through his teeth
and arched his whole body up off the bed.  I stroked him again, this time
with my fingernails. Then I began stroking very slowly down over his tight
little pouch, then onto the insides of his lean brown thighs, then down all
the way past his knees, over his calves, to his feet.  Nelson's legs were
past the shapeless little boy stage -- they were lengthening and there were
definite, delicious curves to his thigh muscles and his little calves.  I
caressed his cock again.

"Ummphhhh," the boy groaned, arching again. As I caressed his cloth-covered
organ I felt the little coronal ridge, and ran my fingertip around it over
and over.  The boy twisted and moaned in pleasure.

I leaned forward and whispered, "You want more, sexy boy?"  He was too lost
in his pleasure to respond.  I waited, gently squeezing and releasing his
cock over and over.  Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me.  A
thought struck me.

"Did anyone ever suck your cock before?" I asked.  The boy shook his head
no.  What an asshole Alan is, I thought to myself.  Apparently he had
taught the little kid to pleasure him without bothering to return the
pleasure.  I looked over at the older boy beside us, who still lay
immobile.

"Hey," I called to him.  Nothing.  I grabbed the boy's arm and shook him,
ungently.  He looked at me.  I pulled his arm.

"Come over here."  Nothing.  Now I was getting irritated.

I reached over and grabbed Alan's soft balls, then leaned in.  "Your little
brother has been blowing you and you've never done it to him in return?
That sucks, Alan!  It's selfish.  You need to give back to him.  Now you
get over here and suck him."

The boy suddenly glared at me.  "I'n not gay!"

"You want to be a Young Lover and make a bunch of money?"  I cried,
gripping his balls just a bit harder.  He just stared.  "You're gonna have
to suck a lot of cocks!  And do a lot more gay stuff too.  So you might as
well learn how now."  I softened my voice.  "Come on, I'll teach you.  It's
not so bad."  I caressed his balls gently.  He stared at me, then looked at
his brother.  Nelson looked back, and their eyes held.  This would be a
new, maybe scary chapter for their relationship, I realized.

Alan slowly rolled over toward us.  "Atta boy," I said, with an encouraging
pat.

I turned back to Nelson, reached for the elastic of his trunks, and peeled
them down and off.  His 3 1/2 inch boner was pinkish gray with a
mushroom-shaped head somewhat larger than the stalk.  I caressed it with my
finger.  It was as rigid as steel, as small cocks usually are when highly
excited.

"Alan and I are gonna make you feel really good now, Nelson.  You just
close your eyes and enjoy."  The little guy closed his eyes obediently, I
put one arm around Alan's shoulders and gently pulled him down toward
Nelson's hips.

"Ok, Alan, you just watch what I do and then you copy me."  I didn't wait
for his assent.  Keeping one arm firmly around him I leaned in, took
Nelson's stalk between my thumb and forefinger, bent it forward slightly,
and touched my tongue tip to his glans.

At the first contact, he snapped his hips up from the bed with a shout of
surprise.  Yep, just as sensitive as his brother, I thought to myself.
Maybe even more so.

"See how much he likes it?"  I said to Alan.  "This is your little brother,
and he loves you.  He sucks your big old cock for you and even eats your
cum.  Show him you love him too.  Come on."

Alan still hesitated.  I caressed his neck with my thumb.  Finally he
slowly leaned forward and did the same as I had, even allowing his tongue
to squirm a bit over Nelson's cockhead.  The little boy yelled and bucked
again.  I was about to demonstrate the next step, but Alan suddenly closed
his lips over Nelson's cock and sucked the whole thing into his mouth,
burying his nose in the boy's hairless pubic area.  He then drew back and
plunged down again.

"Good boy!" I exclaimed, caressing Alan's shoulders.  As I watched Alan
work on his little brother's cock it was quickly obvious he had never
sucked a cock before, but I had to applaud his willingness to try.  After a
minute I stopped him.  I then spent the next few minutes helping Alan learn
the rudiments of cocksucking.  He cooperated without complaint.  Once he
was reasonably proficient, and had little Nelson squirming and gasping with
pleasure, I considered having him take on a bigger challenge -- namely,
sucking me-- but decided he'd had enough new stuff for one night.

I was just about to give him a pat on the back and tell him he'd done
enough when Nelson let out a sudden yelp, snapped his hips against Alan's
mouth, and began to cum.  Alan jerked his mouth off his brother's cock just
in time for me to see a mini-spurt of watery cum leap up toward Nelson's
innie navel.  It was followed by a trickle of clear cum sliding down his
very pink cock shaft, as the boy gasped for breath.  I leaned forward and
carefully cleaned the little guy up, savoring the slightly sweet taste of
his barely mature juice.

I sat back on my heels.  Nelson pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes,
then looked back and forth at Alan and me, his chest rising and falling
rapidly.  It was as if he wanted to say something.

"He, um . . ." Alan hesitated.

"He what?" I asked.

"Sometime he don' suck me, he jack off and cum instead.  Then he like me
to, um, puck him.  Excep dis, time, you know . . . " he trailed off.

I probably shouldn't have been shocked, but I was.  Nelson was awfully
young to not only get fucked regularly, but to want it.  Porn story
fantasies aside, how many 11-year-olds actually crave getting fucked?
Very, very few, actually.  Even the pre-gay ones.  And why was Alan telling
me this now?  Was he suggesting he himself was fucked out and I should do
the honors?  If so, this was almost too good to be true.

I lay down next to Nelson and cuddled him to me.

"Did you like me sucking your cock?"

He nodded, studying my face.

"From now on, don't you suck Alan's cock unless he sucks yours too, OK?"

His eyes darted to Alan, then back to me, and he gave a mischievous little
smile.

"Right Alan?!" I asked loudly, glaring up at the older boy.  He swallowed
and nodded slightly.

I turned back to Nelson.  "So Alan fucks you sometimes, doesn't he?"

He dropped his gaze a second, then looked up again and nodded.

"Do you like it?"

He swallowed and nodded again.

"Would you like me to fuck you now?  Alan says you like to be fucked after
you cum."

He gazed at me silently.

"You don't have to if you don't want to.  But you're a very sexy boy."  A
thought struck me.  "Are you gonna come to Young Lovers with Alan?"

He shrugged.  That made me think he wanted to.

I grinned.  "Lots of money.  Lots of sex.  And you'll be with Alan."

He said nothing, but his face looked a bit troubled.

"Is it kind of scary?"

He nodded.

"But exciting too?"

He smiled a crooked half smile.

"Have you ever done sex with anybody besides Alan?"

He shook his head no.

"Would you like me to teach you how to do it with a stranger?  I'll be real
nice.  Then maybe you won't be so scared when you go to Young Lovers."

"Is it gonna hurt?" he asked in his gruff little voice.

"I'll go real slow.  Plus, my cock's a little smaller than Alan's, so if
you enjoy it with him, I think you'll like it with me too."

He thought for a minute, then nodded.

"OK?" I asked.

"OK."

I smiled, and cuddled him a little closer.  "I think sex is best when you
like the other person.  I can already tell I like you.  Can I kiss you?"

The boy nodded, his eyes big.

I leaned forward, touched my lips to his, and then drew my tongue gently
over his upper lip.  Then I pressed against him harder, and eased my tongue
into his mouth.  He yielded to me at once, and as I sealed my mouth against
his my arms went around him and I caressed his silky back and gently
kneaded his neck.  I felt his arm wrapping me, and as I probed him more
deeply with my tongue he clutched me against him.

Eventually I pulled away.  "Ok, now you do it to me.  You put your tongue
in me."

The little guy complied, and I sucked on his wet squirming muscle, then
relaxed and let him in all the way. I gently squirmed my own tongue against
his.  He grunted softly, and pressed his whole body hard against me.  Maybe
Alan wasn't gay but Nelson sure seemed well on his way.  I slid my hand
down his back, cupped one of his butt cheeks, and squeezed.  He grunted
into my mouth again, and grabbed my back even harder.

I began working my mouth against his harder, gradually increasing my
aggressiveness.  Nelson went right with me, chewing and sucking and
grunting like an experienced little fuckboy.  I wondered if he learned this
from somebody.  Not from Alan, surely -- the older kid wouldn't even let me
give him a little peck, let along a passionate lip lock like this. Maybe
Nelson was just a natural.

As we kissed I squeezed and caressed his ass.  His firm little muscle
tensed and relaxed as he hunched against me.  He was already hard again --
I could feel his little rod against my belly.  Ah, the resilience of youth.

I slipped one finger into his moist crack and caressed him up and down
several times.  He automatically pushed his butt back into my hand, asking
for more.  I found his little hole, centered my finger, and pushed, gently
but steadily.  He gasped into my mouth as his outer ring gave way.  My
finger penetrated an inch.

I gazed into his eyes.  "I'm going to put some lube in you, OK?"

He looked at me blankly.

"OK?" I asked again.

"What's lube?"

What's lube?  Don't tell me!

I looked up at Alan, who still lay nearby watching us.

"Don't you even use lube when you fuck him?" I asked angrily.

The boy looked down, embarrassed.

Finally he murmured, "His spit work OK."

"Jesus!" I exclaimed with disgust.

I looked around for some lube.  There was a tube between Alan and a dozing
Tim.  "Give it to me," I snapped, gesturing to it.  Alan tossed it to me.

"Now watch!  This takes like 30 extra seconds, and it feels way better for
him, and you too!  From now on use lube, you jerk!"

With that I slathered some lube on my cock, putting a little extra just to
make my point.  Then I gently worked two fingers full of lube just an inch
into Nelson.  Leaving my fingertips in him I slid them in and out just a
bit, and then, as he relaxed, gradually worked them in a little farther.
Then more lube, and my fingers went in deeper.  The boy has no trouble
opening up.

"How does that feel, sweetie?" I asked softly.

"Good," the boy murmured.

"Does it hurt any?"

Nelson looked up at me and shook his head.  He was so fucking sweet I just
had to kiss him again.  Our lips held a long time as I slowly sawed my
fingers in and out, two inches, then three.  He was ready -- and I
definitely was too.

"Do you do it on your back?"

The boy frowned and didn't answer.

"Doggie style," Alan offered.

"Is that his idea, or yours?" I asked, still harsh.  I was going to make
sure Alan felt the full force of my disapproval of his selfishness with his
little brother.

He looked at me blankly.  "Mine."

"Did you even ask him if he wanted to try other positions?"

"He don' know udder position!"  Alan was starting to get irritated with me.
I couldn't have cared less.

"You're older!  It's your job to teach him!  If you're gonna use him for
your pleasure when he's barely old enough to cum, then it's on you to help
him learn, to make him feel good!"

"Maybe I don' know dat much eder!" he shouted, suddenly angry.

"Look at porn on the internet, then!  Jesus!"  I was done with him.  I
turned back to little Nelson, my fingers still slowly working inside him.

"Are you ready for me to put my cock in you, sweetie?"

The boy gave a small, sweet smile and nodded.  I would have preferred to
take him on his back, so I could watch his face and read his emotions --
that's always such a turn-on, plus I could make sure I wasn't hurting him.
But I decided it would be better to do what he was used to.  I sat back,
and the boy immediately got into all fours.

The difference in our heights was going to make this a challenge.

"Toss me those pillows," I demanded of Alan, gesturing to the head of the
bed.  Alan knee walked over, reached around John and Lily, grabbed two
large pillows, and handed them to me.  By doubling them over and sticking
one under each of Nelson's knees I managed to raise him up a few inches.
Hopefully that would be enough.

I caressed the boy's little brown bottom, full and firm.  Then with one
thumb I pried one cheek back and with my other hand slathered more lube on
him and into him.  I put some more on my cock too.

"Ok, here we go," I said unneccessarily, nosing my erection into his cleft.
I set my knees into position, grabbed his little hips, and leaned forward
over him.  Just before I began pressing I said, "If it hurts too much you
just tell me and I'll stop, OK?"

"Kay," he replied faintly.

Very slowly I began pressing.  Nelson immediately pressed back, and in only
a few seconds his assring expanded enough for my whole head to pop into
him.

"IYEEEEE!" the boy howled.

"Shall I pull out?" I asked, alarmed that I had somehow injured him.

"No!" the boy yelled emphatically, his gruff little voice endearing.

I smiled to myself.  "Ok, I'll wait.  Take your time, baby."

"He jus' like to yell.  He's OK," Alan offered.

I caressed Nelson's back, down over his ribs, his waist, the sides of his
ass, his thighs.  His skin was warm and a little sticky with sweat. Then I
gently massaged his neck.

After a minute Nelson arched his back and began firmly pressing his ass
back against my cock.  Taking this as my signal I carefully pressed
forward.  He was tight, but not as tight as Alan had been.

He stopped with a grunt.  I stopped and waited.  He arched again, and I
pressed forward again.  After a couple more minutes of this I was nearly
all the way in.  I lay gently down on his back so I could whisper in his
ear.

"Feels so good, Nelson.  You're a hot little stud.  You're gonna make lots
of money, baby."  I caressed his little shoulders and biceps.

Then I rose back up and slowly pulled back, then thrust forward again.  He
was right with me, thrusting back. Before long we had set up a slow steady
rhythm.  Each time I withdrew I pulled back a little farther.  Finally I
was pulling out all the way except for the head of my cock, and every time
I shoved back in he thrust firmly back, eagerly taking me.

At this point I stopped and slapped a little more lube on the shaft of my
cock and fingered a little more onto his stretched assring as well.  Then I
gripped his hips firmly, readied myself, and drove all the way in.

"Yahhhh!" the boy gasped, snapping his head back.

"You like that?"

No answer.

"You like that, Nelson?"

"Yeah," he gasped hoarsely.

"You want more?  Harder?"

"Yeah."

"You can do it hard as you wan'.  He don' care."  I had forgotten Alan was
even there.  He lay with his head propped up on one hand watching us.  His
cock was mostly hard again.  I wondered if he got off on seeing me screw
his little brother.

I pulled nearly all the way out again and paused.  I gazed down the boy's
slender back, his milk chocolate skin glowing, admiring the little muscles
in his shoulders, his narrow, fragile neck, the thick, longish black hair
hanging down on either side of his face as his head dangled passively.  I
wanted to love this beauty, to dominate him, to ravish him.  I wanted him
to be overwhelmed by the fullness, the hardness of my cock deep in his
guts.  He was motionless, waiting.  I gathered myself and then drove hard
into him.