Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2019 20:23:46 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 26 Chapter 26 It was nearly time for bed, and Joon hadn't been back for five days. I wasn't really worried -- there wasn't much a kid could get up to here on the island. I was more curious than anything else -- curious about what this big mystery was that was keeping him away. And there was something else. I realized, with kind of a shock, that I missed him. I sat on the couch and Johnny sat on the floor between my knees, watching one of his favorites, a nature video. I was massaging his shoulders as he sat, shirtless and relaxed, his head occasionally lolling as he dozed off and then awoke again. The air conditioning, which was sluggish in the apartment at best, was balkier than usual, and Johnny was so sticky with sweat that massaging him was almost like using massage oil. I had just begun to massage his scalp when the door suddenly swung open and Joon walked in. "Well, well! The prodigal returns!" I cried. Johnny jumped up, ran to Joon, and embraced him hard. "I haven't sinned against heaven," Joon replied, showing off, as he sometimes did. He wrapped an arm around Johnny limply. "No? Been a slow week, huh?" I replied. I arose. "Prepare yourself -- I'm going to hug you." Joon eyed me balefully, let go of Johnny and reached out to me unenthusiastically. Just before I embraced him I stepped back. "Do I need to remind you to make it real? Don't give me that empty hug you just gave him!" Joon dropped his arms. "I'm -- not ready." "OK -- as always I appreciate the honesty. Tell me when you're ready." "I gotta pee first." "Fine. Get yourself together in the bathroom, and then make me feel you." Joon left, and Johnny turned to me with a beaming, wordless smile. I reached down and gave him a big hug. "I'm glad he's back too." When Joon returned I went to him and wrapped him in my arms. He hugged me back firmly, molding his body to mine. "That's it, sweetheart," I whispered, caressing him behind the ear with my thumb. I was startled to realize, as I hugged his skinny body, that I had never called him that before. I held him a long time, feeling my heart overflow. "Say something real," I whispered, still holding him. "I'm horny," he muttered. Ever the sentimentalist. I drew back with a smile. "Cool!" I replied. "What do you want to do about it?" He blinked. "I want to fuck." "Yeah?" I waited. "Johnny," he explained, looking just a trifle guilty. Caught off guard, I could only reply, "Um, OK." "And I want you to watch." "Really?" He nodded. "Hmm." This was unexpected -- but then, this was Joon. I turned to Johnny. "Is it OK if Joon makes love to you while I watch?" Johnny looked back and forth from me to Joon, banging his arm against his side as he sometimes did when he felt anxious. Joon placed his hand gently on Johnny's shoulder and the two looked deeply into each other's eyes. Johnny became misty. "OK," he whispered, yielding, as always, to whatever Joon wanted. *************************************** A few minutes later Johnny and I lay on the bed on opposite sides. It was too hot for even a sheet. The two of us were naked, as always when we were in bed. Joon stood beside the bed by Johnny, hesitant, as if trying to decide something. Finally he said something to Johnny in Korean. Johnny took his half hard cock in his hand, and began to stroke himself. In less than a minute he was fully hard. Joon reached over and turned off the bedside light. The room was plunged into darkness. As my eyes adjusted I could make out Joon stripping. In a moment he was naked. He silently climbed onto the bed and knelt over Johnny. Then he turned on the light again. I looked at his body and froze in shock. Crawling over his slim hips and his concave belly, up onto his chest, curving around his side, were the creeping black legs and the threatening claws of a scorpion! And, in place of his erect pink cock, there was now a menacing black, pointed stinger arching up from his hairless groin. I watched, speechless, as Joon slowly reached out, took Johnny's head in his hand, and carefully drew the boy's face to him. Slowly the gap closed between Johnny's shocked face and the rigid black stinger. Joon's hand came to the stinger, grabbed it and pointed it downward. He slid his hips forward the last few inches and finally touched the boy's lips with the scorpion's arching tail. Suddenly Johnny gave a groan, reached up to Joon's hips and pulled the stinger deeply into his mouth and down his throat. With a gasp of pleasure Joon smashed his hips into Johnny's face as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Johnny pulled most of the way off Joon, then plunged back down, and began vigorously sucking the black stinger. Joon gripped a fistful of Johnny's hair and shoved Johnny's face even more forcefully into his crotch. It was the most erotic fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life. So this was what Joon had been doing for the last five days! This was his surprise. He'd been getting tattooed. As the two boys moved against each other gasping and groaning, Joon's long, narrow belly undulating now as he fucked, I studied the scorpion. It was incredibly detailed, ugly and beautiful and most of all, disturbing. It was so realistic it seemed as menacing as the real thing. Maybe more. It was so big. And the way it crawled over Joon's pale skin, enveloping his abdomen, one claw curving upward toward a nipple as if about to grasp it, made it even more menacing. It had been done by a real craftsman. I could hardly take my eyes off it. And how, I wondered, had the tattoo artist managed to create such a perfect stinger on Joon's cock? Then it hit me -- Joon must have had to keep an erection the entire time the stinger was being inked! And what of the pain? I knew that tattoo artists used anesthetics, but I had heard that they didn't numb the area completely -- and if a shoulder or leg was still somewhat sensitive after the anesthetic was applied, what about a cock? I almost shuddered at the thought. And yet, I reflected, it would be just like Joon to choose something that would require him to demonstrate that he could endure pain. As I had said to Byron on the night of his first encounter with him, Joon was one tough son of a bitch. Johnny was sucking Joon so ferociously it was if he were possessed. Greedily gripping Joon's flexing ass with both hands he forced the black cock down his own throat violently. Every once in awhile he'd drop a hand to his own reddened cock and give it a couple tugs, but then return to gripping Joon's ass again. After a couple of minutes of this Joon dropped forward, one hand on each side of Johnny's head, to try to drive his cock more directly down Johnny's throat. At this point Johnny lay back passively and allowed himself to be ravished. But clearly this wasn't working for Joon, and after a minute he pulled his spit-slick cock from Johnny's mouth, dropped back onto his heels and murmured something I didn't understand. Johny popped up and turned over onto his hands and knees. Joon was going to take him doggy style. He learned forward gripped Johnny's ass and pulled his buns apart with his thumbs. Was he going to rim him? I somehow doubted it. Joon scooted up closer, bent his cock down, and prepared to insert it. I reached into the side table drawer, pulled out some lube, and extended it to him. He paused a second, then, barely glancing at me, took it and gave a perfunctory swipe at Johnny's asshole with a gob of it, and put another on his cock. Then, tossing the lube aside and gripping Johnny's hips, he positioned his cock. Joon paused and then barked something to Johnny. Johnny said something back, and Joon barked again, louder. Then, gathering himself, he thrust the entire length of his cock into his little lover. Johnny yelled, but I could tell he wasn't hurt, and in fact he thrust his ass back at Joon, welcoming his cock. I wondered if this was actually sort of a domination game the two of them were playing. It hit me that, by requesting that I watch them, Joon was welcoming me into the secret world of their erotic relationship, showing me a fantasy they enacted when they had sex -- maybe the main fantasy. Joon's snarling voice and rough fucking, Johnny's passive but eager compliance -- it was all part of it. The scorpion was now somehow a part of that too, a kind of intensifier, maybe. A sort of talisman or fetish. My own cock was hard as I watched the scorpion move and writhe, its black body shining with sweat, as Joon began fucking Johnny. I was tempted to join in, to jack Johnny off as Joon fucked him, or maybe play with Joon's ass, but I decided not to. His dismissiveness as I handed him the lube made me think he wanted me on the sidelines, and this was his show. I decided I was content to watch these two boys -- boys who maybe were not so desirable to every other boylover, but beautiful to me -- make their love, in whatever way was meaningful to them. I caressed my own cock slowly, with no sense of urgency, not needing anything more sexually despite the fact that I hadn't cum. Joon was screwing Johnny with steady, firm strokes. His face might have appeared to some to be expressionless and therefore unemotional, but knowing him as well as I did I saw the determination in the set of his jaw and passion in the way he licked his lips. There was a subtle, restrained eagerness in the flex of his biceps and chest. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead and cheeks, and over his ribs. Two segmented legs of the scorpion glistened black as they grasped his narrow waist. It was beastly hot in the apartment. Johnny's eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, his body moving in synch with Joon's thrusts. His cock bobbed against his belly as he hunched his ass back each time Joon plowed into him. I watched his little triceps clench and release as he rocked slightly forward and back. His face was red and sweaty, and a tendril of hair was plastered against his cheek. In another couple of minutes Joon began thrusting faster, and with each surge forward tucked his hips tightly against Johnny, burying that last quarter inch of his cock inside the boy's guts. His eyes were narrowed to slits, and his breath came faster. Johnny began giving little rhythmic groans and gasps. Suddenly Joon cried "AaaaaAAHHHHHH!!!" and slammed into Johnny so hard he knocked him face first into the pillow. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!!" he cried, cumming hard, his butt clenching hard again and again, digging into Johnny as if he could get his cock even deeper. "AAAAAHHHH!!! SHIT!!!!!! AAAHHHHHH!! FUCK!!!!" "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" His hands gripped Johny's waist like claws, his thighs flexed, and sweat flew from his body. "AAAHHH!! AAAHHH!!!" He seemed to still be cumming, his eyes now squeezed shut, as if he were trying to force the very last drop of his essence into Johnny's body. Joon finally collapsed onto Johnny, who was now lying flat. The two lay in a silent, panting pile. I was tempted to caress them, kiss them, hold them -- but I waited. What would happen now? Would Joon pull out, get up, and leave the bed, having gotten his satisfaction? Would he tend to Johnny's cock, and give him an orgasm too? Would he be gentle? Rough? Cold and clinical? Would they talk? As if I had spoken my questions aloud, Joon slowly eased out of Johnny and off, his cock glistening with cum. He rolled onto his back, eyes closed, looking completely drained. After a moment Johnny rolled over to him, his cock still raging hard, and nestled up next to him. Joon ignored him. I waited. Johnny caressed the body of the scorpion carefully, curiously, exploring it with one finger. Finally Joon turned to him and whispered something. Johnny leaned and kissed him on the cheek. Joon didn't respond. After a couple more minutes, however, Joon seemed to come to life. He slowly rolled onto his hands and knees over Johnny, leaned forward and, with extraordinary care and gentleness, kissed Johnny on the lips. I was surprised -- maybe even shocked -- at this tenderness. It was completely unlike anything I'd ever seen from him. The little boy put his arms around Joon's shoulders and drew him down. The two kissed with increasing passion. Johnny gave little grunts and murmurs as he kissed. They both continued to ignore me completely, though I lay less than three feet away. Joon broke the kiss then, scooted down, wrapped his long fingers carefully around Johnny's cock, and proceeded to suck the head into his mouth. Wow, I thought to myself. "Aaahhhh," Johnny sighed with pleasure, his eyes closed, his back arching. Joon slowly slid down Johnny's big thick cock most of the way to the base, then slowly back up. He paused to gather more saliva, then dove down again, his gaunt cheeks hollow. He slid his fingertips gently along the lower third of Johnny's cock, caressing him as he sucked. The lamplight glistened on Joon's sweaty, arching back, his little ass jutting out temptingly. I wanted him painfully badly. I wanted to scoot over to fondle him, lick him and screw him. I almost did. But I held back. Instead I lay still, admiring how intensely he was working Johnny over, seeing how much he wanted to give Johnny pleasure. His closed heart was opening more and more, and it felt so good to see it. Joon had been sucking cocks for only a few weeks, but, as with everything else he did, he was an incredibly fast learner. Soon Johnny was writhing and gasping with pleasure. He was just about to cum and Joon apparently sensed it. Gripping the boy's cock hard, he suddenly slid upward and, lying on top of Johnny, plunged his mouth hard onto Johnny's, tonguing and sucking like a madman while furiously jacking Johnny's big organ. In no time Johnny was there. "WAAAHHHHH!" Johnny bellowed, raising his body, as rigid as a board, an inch off the mattress, and Joon with him, plastered up against the older boy. "AAHH!! AAHH!! AAHH!!" Johnny's head snapped back and forth, his long hair flying, Joon now sinking his teeth into the boy's neck as he flailed on his spasming cock. I could see the little lips of Johnny's urethra opening and closing, trying in vain to force out semen that wasn't there. Then Johnny was done. Joon's stroking slowed and became more gentle. Eventually Johnny pushed his hand away. Joon lay still as Johnny panted, eyes closed, his breath gradually slowing. So much sweat poured from both boys' bodies they looked as if they had been in a rain storm. Johnny's red sticky cock lay softening on his belly. He began sobbing silently, just for a minute. Eventually both boys were still. Heat radiated from their bodies as if they had been in an oven. Finally I got up, went into the kitchen, got two bottles of ice cold water, and returned with them. I cracked one open, and Joon turned at the sound and looked at me. I extended the water to him, and he took it and began drinking. Johnny's eyes were still closed. I extended the other bottle and touched it to his sweaty chest. ""YAH!" The boy jumped, his eyes flying open. I grinned and handed him the bottle. He raised up on his elbow and took the water with a smile I hadn't seen before. As I watched him drink, his little Adam's apple bobbing, I realized there had been some bashfulness in that smile. After another silent minute both boys got up and headed to the shower. I was left feeling awkward and out of place. Alone on the bed where I had only been a spectator, I was feeling sad, a selfish sadness. I realized I had just witnessed Joon take another step. Another step in the process of becoming a young man who didn't need me instead of being a boy who did. It hit me that, once again, I would one day be left behind by a boy who had once needed me, whom I had given all I could to, and who in the end would move on in life without me. And knowing Joon, when it came time to part for good, it would be without a backward look on his part. In spite of the heat in the room a chill ran through me at that thought. Still, I realized, I could also take pride in what I'd just witnessed, in Joon's tenderness and care, in the very fact he reciprocated sexually at all. And pride in knowing that the huge growth Joon was making, the opening of his heart, the embrace of his sexuality, would probably have never have happened without me. That would be my compensation. That would have to be good enough.