Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2019 06:02:42 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Sun was streaming through the bedroom window when I awoke amid a collection of sleeping boys. It took me a minute to remember where I was and what had happened the night before. Then I remembered. I remembered the storm, my intense session with Parker as the rain pounded us, then the virtual orgy with Joon, Johnny and -- what was his name? -- Joe. And now the storm had obviously passed and it was a new day. Looking down at the weight pressing on my belly I saw that Johnny had fallen asleep across me, his feet sticking off one side of the bed and his head on the edge of a pillow that'd gotten tucked against Joe's hip. Joe lay on his side facing away from me; my arm was draped over his shoulders. On my other side I saw a muscular back and unmistakable orange hair, and heard a soft regular snore. Lifting up slightly I looked around for Joon, but he wasn't there. I wondered if maybe he was still in the living room where our little orgy had taken place. Then I remembered last night's incident with Byron and realized that he was probably already at the black boy's dorm. The bedroom had no clock but I could tell by the strength of the sun that it was mid-morning. That meant the boys were already late for school. I woke Johnny in a particular way that had become our custom. I gently eased aside the sheet that barely covered him, placed one fingertip on his spine, and then slowly dragged it downward, barely touching his skin, until I reached his tailbone, and then tickled him. I paused, but Johnny didn't stir. I lightly tickled him again on the little flap of skin below his coccyx. Still nothing. So I pushed my fingertip into the cleft between his buttocks, and then continued very slowly down his warm crack until I reached his hole. It was tacky with dried cum. I reached forward with my other hand, carefully pulled one cheek aside, and then tickled Johnny's asshole with my fingertip. Suddenly, with a shriek that could have awakened the dead, Johnny bolted upright, eyes wide open, and searched frantically around the room with a look of pure terror. "Whoa, whoa, Sweetie, it's OK! It's just me!" I caressed the boy's shoulders with what I hoped was reassurance. Johnny stared at me, his face still shocked and uncomprehending. His little body shook a little. Tears then formed in his eyes, grief twisted his face, he dropped onto my chest, and began sobbing. He clutched me to him with a powerful grip. I embraced him tightly with one arm and caressed his back and butt with the other. It's OK, baby," I murmured. "You just got scared a minute . . . maybe a nightmare or something . . . everything's OK now . . . you're safe . . . yeah . . . it's OK, Sweetie." It had been awhile since Johnny had had a flashback to his days of abuse in North Korea. When he had first come to Young Lovers he had had them every couple of days, sometimes awakening from a sound sleep in terror, other times suddenly being overwhelmed with memories while wide awake. Joon or I would usually have to cuddle him for quite awhile before he was able to calm down. Johnny lay on me for several quiet minutes before raising his head. We looked at each other for a long moment. His tear-streaked face tugged at my heart. "Were you back in Korea?" I guessed. He looked at me in anguish, nodded his head, and wiped at his face with his hand roughly. "Here, let me." Holding onto the boy I rolled to one side, then leaned forward and kissed the salty wetness from his cheeks. "All that's over now," I soothed. "You're here where we love you and you're safe. Nobody will hurt you any more." I kissed him some more and nibbled at his lips a bit. Soon Johnny relaxed against me, and his face became calm. "You wanna talk about it?" I asked. Johnny frowned and shook his head. "OK, that's fine. Besides, we got better things to do anyway!" With that I reached down and found his thick soft organ and began caressing it. A trembly little grin came over this face, and he gently thrust his hips against me. Nothing returned Johnny to his usual cheerful, ebullient self faster than a little sex. Behind Johnny Parker stirred. He had flinched when Johnny let out his yell but then had seemed to go back to sleep. Now he rolled over and looked at me with a perplexed, sleepy little smile. "What happened?" he mumbled. As I gently stroked Johnny's cock with one hand I reached for him with my other arm and tugged him toward me. "What happened last night? Well, you got fucked and sucked about five different times, and you looked like you were loving every minute of it!" He smiled his big, crooked grin. "Yeah, I remember now! I still can't believe it!," he pushed his red locks away from his face and pulled up onto his forearms. "It's so weird how much I love it! I had this thought in me that maybe it would turn out to be not as great as I thought, like you know how when you're all looking forward to something like a trip to the amusement park or something and you're all excited and then when you get there it's too hot and you get sunburned or the lines are real long or somebody gets in an argument and ruins it, or you get sick on a roller coaster and throw up, and it's never as good as you think, well, I was afraid maybe that's how it would be if I ever got here, but it's not, it's even better than I thought, I mean, when you had intercourse with me it didn't hurt, well maybe a little, but mainly it felt good, I mean, well, it was really fantastic, and when that guy was teaching me to do fellatio on him it seems like it went good, and everybody is all nice to me, except, well, that Joon guy wasn't so much, but what I really meant was what happened just now, like there was this noise or something, I thought some girl was in here screaming but then there's no girls here --" I stopped him with my first kiss of the day. I made it long and luxurious. I eventually pulled back. Parker looked a little dazed, but happy. "Johnny here just had little nightmare. But that's over now." I looked down at Johnny and caressed him. "Right?" Johnny smiled his quivery, emotional smile. "Are you glad Parker's here with us, Sweetie?" I asked. Johnny's gaze flicked from Parker to me and back to Parker. Then he did something so typical of his sweet, impulsive nature. He rose up, learned forward and gave Parker a kiss. "Parker our frien'," he announced with a beaming smile. Because I happened to be watching Parker's face at that moment I saw emotion suddenly sweep over the red-haired boy for just a second, as surprise at the sudden kiss was replaced with -- something else. I remembered his admission that he was a social nerd, and Evan's speculation that he had been the school outcast. I wondered if Parker had ever had many friends. Or any. "How does that feel?" I asked him gently. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and seemed unable to speak. I knew his emotion wasn't about the kiss. "Parker could staying with us?" Johnny asked, his little eyebrows popping up into his bangs. My arms around both boys' shoulders, I remained silent, as Johnny and Parker gazed at each other wordlessly. Then Johnny eased forward, brought his chest to Parker's, gripped his biceps firmly, and began kissing the bigger boy eagerly. Parker's arm went around Johnny's shoulders as he responded with enthusiasm. After a moment of enjoying the two boys' eager kisses I decided to break up the party. For one thing, I wasn't ready to deal with Johnny's suggestion about Parker just yet. There was something about Parker that kind of got to me -- my gut told me I needed to spend more time with this boy. I needed to figure out why he touched me so. And so, yes, the thought of the intriguing redhead staying with us was exciting. But I needed to think it through. And I particularly needed to think about how I would handle Joon, who I knew would have something to say about that idea. "OK, guys, that's enough for now. Not to break the mood, but it smells like there are two boys here who could use a shower." "Um, OK," Parker blinked. He turned to Johnny. "You wanna go first?" "That not what we do!" Johnny exclaimed in glee. "We go together!" With that he bounded out of bed, his big, semi-hard cock wagging, grabbed Parker's hand, and tried to pull him up. The redhead resisted, holding the sheet to his lap, his face reddening. I saw what Parker's problem was. I hugged his shoulder to mine. "Hey man, it's cool that your cock's hard! Mine is too!" My hand went to the sheet bunched into his crotch. "Be proud of that big boy, man! Come on, show it off!" With that I gently tugged the sheet away. Parker's reddened cock soared up from his small orange bush, 9 thick inches of boy meat curving toward his left hip. Parker swallowed self-consciously, his gaze flicking from me to Johnny. "Man, that's beautiful! What do you think Johnny?" The little guy gave a devilish smile and then, without a word, plunged his face into Parker's crotch and sucked the entire, plum-sized glans into his mouth. "YAH!" Parker cried in surprise, his hips rising up from the mattress. Johnny came off him and stood back up and eyed Parker with a huge grin. "Come on, Parker, join Johnny in the shower!" I pushed the boy gently out of bed. "There's plenty of room for two, and Johnny can show you the extra-fun way we take showers around here!" ********************************* It was gorgeous sunny morning, and I inhaled the fresh air deeply as I strode out of the apartment. I had decided to check on Byron and Joon. My attention was caught by a sudden rustling in the shrubbery next to my cabin. I stopped and as I took a couple steps in that direction to investigate there was a sudden movement, and then silence. My curiosity piqued I rushed over and, peering over the bushes, just caught a flash of orange and a glimpse of the back end of a fleeing boy as he plunged into another row of bushes next to a nearby cabin. I was tempted to chase him down, but decided not to. As I resumed my trek to Byron's dormitory I reflected that this was the third time something like this had happened recently. The first two times I had thought maybe the suspicious rustling was just my imagination, or perhaps the result of breeze, which was almost constant on the island, moving through some branches. But this time I knew it was no breeze. It had been a boy. And probably it had been a boy the other times too. The living room window of my apartment opened out onto those bushes -- somebody was spying. On me? I smiled to myself. I knew I'd find out sooner or later who it was. Maybe I'd assign Johnny or Joon to find out. Or maybe I'd ask Cu -- the boys said he always was the first to know everything that went on on the island. When I got to the dorm all was silence. Everyone was in class, I figured -- but where were Joon and Byron? In class too? Had Byron made a miraculous recovery? I headed in the direction of Byron's bed, and then I heard a shower running. That answered my question. Perhaps because the spying boy was on my mind the urge came over me to play spy too. I eased my way quietly across the room. The bathroom door was partly open and I pushed it open the rest of the way. To my right were urinals, opposite me were washbasins, next to them stalls, and around a corner out of sight were the showers. I made my stealthy way to the corner and slowly peered around. I drew a breath in surprise. A lone shower cubicle was occupied, and since the showers had no curtains I had a full view of who was there. Byron stood with his back to the running shower, one hand braced against the wall, eyes closed in pleasure. Kneeling before him, his head bobbing back and forth in Byron's crotch, was Joon. Well, well, well, I thought to myself. At that exact moment Byron opened his eyes and looked straight at me. I grinned and put a finger over my lips. Byron grinned too, and I knew he was appreciating the moment. Probably appreciating how much fun the two of us would soon be having teasing Joon. I made a decision, and as quietly as possible I approached them. His narrow shoulders hunching, his head bobbing and twisting, Joon was apparently so into what he was doing he had no idea anyone else was there. I was nearly upon them now. Very carefully I knelt on the hard, wet tile floor just behind the Korean boy. Just a second before I was about to touch him Joon gave a start, pulled off Byron, and turned to me just as I leaned forward. Wordlessly caressing his neck with one hand I drew him to me and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Recovering his composure quickly Joon began kissing me back. Then I broke the kiss, turned and began licking Byron's cock myself. In a second Joon began doing the same thing. For several minutes the two of us worked together, laving the huge, hard organ. At one point I looked upward and saw Byron continuing to luxuriate, water streaming over his beautiful shoulders and chest, his eyes closed again, a small smile on his lips. He was very tentatively beginning to ease his hips forward and back a little. Even as I enjoyed the feeling of Byron's steaming hot meat rubbing against my lips and surging against the roof of my mouth I also felt Joon's shoulder against mine, his cheek occasionally bumping mine as he worked Byron's cock over with me, and my mind went to him. I knew that he normally never allowed himself to be in any but the dominant role with Byron. And I also knew that to Joon, sucking was self-subjugation. So something had changed. Perhaps it was because of Byron's injury, I reflected. Was Joon still feeling guilty -- was this a guilt suck? Or maybe it was something more subtle. Maybe with Byron partly incapacitated and somewhat helpless and dependent Joon felt automatic dominance, and so maybe that allowed him to subordinate himself sexually. Who knew? I decided to see how far Joon would go. I nuzzled Byron's groin once more, then sat back on my heels and tugged Joon away from Byron too. "Stand up," I ordered. Joon just looked at me. "COME ON!" I ordered forcefully. After a second he cooperated "Bend and face the wall. Hands against the wall." "What are you going to do?" he asked peering over his shoulder. "It's what Byron's going to do," I answered, getting to my feet and giving the black boy a shoulder hug. "Joon's put his pride aside and sucked you," I announced for Joon's benefit. "Now you're gonna fuck him." I stared steadily at Joon at this. "You ready to cooperate?" The boy paused, and then said in a quiet voice, "If you tell me to, I will." "I'm telling you. And one more thing." "What?" "I'm telling you to enjoy it." At this I reached around him and found, as I expected, that his cock was hard. I squeezed it, staring at him meaningfully. Joon stared back, then finally nodded. But Byron changed my plans. "I don't think I can do it, though," he said. "Oh. Is it your back?" The boy nodded. "It don't hurt that bad just standin' here cause I'm fulla drugs. Plus I'm not movin' much, really. But I don't think I can . . ." He experimentally tucked his hips, grimaced, and shook his head. "Mm. Well I guess your little role reversal will have to wait a bit longer." Joon straightened up, looking a bit relieved. "So how'd you get through the night? Sleep OK?" "It wasn't that bad. I just keep takin' those pills." "Was Joon any help this morning?" "He massaged me," Byron replied, looking at Joon. Joon looked embarrassed. My heart swelled in admiration for my boy. Time and again since he'd become my boy Joon would leave his comfort zone and do things his pride would have prevented him from doing before. Whether he did them in obedience to me or because he realized they were steps he needed to take I was never sure of. But he did them, that was the important thing. "Good. He's pretty compassionate, you know." Joon's eyes were still downcast. This was the moment when the conversation could have veered into teasing, and I knew if I started it Byron would join in. But one look at Joon, suddenly vulnerable and insecure, and I knew I didn't want to do that to him. Instead I leaned forward, kissed him on the cheek, and then whispered in his ear, "I'm so fucking proud of you." A few minutes later the boys had dried off, Joon had dressed and Byron was back in bed. "Gotta get going," Joon muttered, slipping into his flip flops. "When you comin' back?" Byron asked. Something had changed for Byron too. In the past he would never have wanted to appear that he needed Joon -- or anyone, for that matter. "I'll check in on you at lunchtime," Joon replied, still looking awkward. The role of nurturer was a struggle for him, but, to his credit, he knew what he needed to do and didn't shy away. I decided to push him even further. "You want another massage? Joon will be glad to give you one." Byron held Joon's eyes. "Yeah, that'd be OK." "And you haven't cum yet!" I couldn't resist adding. Joon's eyes flicked to me, then Byron, then me. I gave him a wink. Joon said nothing as he departed for class. I made my way back to the apartment. It was too late for breakfast but I had a few odds and ends in my kitchenette that would tide me over until lunchtime. When I got there Parker was alone in the living room. He sat on the couch naked, a towel wrapped around his waist, watching TV. "Hi! Did Johnny teach you a new way to shower?" Parker grinned crookedly. "Yeah." "I guess you need some clothes." "Yeah, the ones I was wearin' last night are still wet." "I'll find you something of mine to tide you over til we get over to Mr. Brown. He's the tailor on the island. He'll make sure you've got some hot clothes. Not that you need clothes to make you look hot!" "You really think I'm hot? I mean, really? I looked in the mirror this morning and, I dunno, I think my teeth are weird when I smile, I've always thought that, I wanted to get braces but my mom said no they're too expensive and I said you can afford it, you buy like tons of clothes all the time and she said she needs them for work `cause she's a professional woman and that seems weird to me like that sounds like a fancy title but I really don't think she's got that important a job, I mean she works in an insurance office, I don't know really what she does there, I mean I probably should know, I mean she's my mom, but--" I had sat down next to Parker, and since he was heading down one of his rabbit holes I now clapped my hand over his mouth. He stiffened, startled, wide-eyed. After a moment I replaced my hand with my lips and began sucking and nibbling on his. His body relaxed and he leaned into me as we kissed for a minute or two. As we did so I caressed him with my fingertips, trailing over his nipples, gently pinching his large pecs, trailing over his ribs, tickling down his spectacular belly, then back up again, over and over. Finally, as I sucked his tongue into my mouth, I dropped my hand to his lap and gently cupped the big bulge I found there. I squeezed. The scene in the dorm shower had gotten me aroused, and I wanted Parker. "I'm horny," I whispered. "You wanna cum?" "Um, well, I kinda just, I mean, it was really Johnny, he just does fellatio so good, it was just a few minutes ago--" I grinned. "I get it! I guess I don't stand a chance with you anymore now that you've discovered how fun sex is with other kids. I'm just too old, too broken down, too boring! It's OK, really!" Parker looked distraught. "No, no, I don't think that, you're actually, you're really kinda my type, I think, you're not, I mean--" Parker stopped, realizing by the way I was grinning my head off at him that I wasn't serious. "Oh man, you're teasing me huh? I always can never tell, people would make fun of me all the time for being so gullible, I always feel so stupid, I mean, I don't think I'm stupid, I get good grades except for science, I never was good at science for some reason--" "Parker!!!" "Sorry, I'm doing it again! I gotta stop that!" He stopped and stared at me. There was a moment of silence. "Good!" I exclaimed. "No need for explanations, excuses, all that. Just say one thing and stop! That gives the other person a chance to say something. That's what conversation is! You talk and I listen, then I talk and you listen, we go back and forth . . . " The boy gave a slight, embarrassed smile. "I know." "Yeah, but you don't put it into practice! You just focus on your own thoughts." The boy blinked, as if realizing something for the first time. "It's like . . . not being selfish!" he exclaimed softly. "Yeah. And maybe, if you learn to get out of your own head, you'll start learning about how to connect with people. Maybe you'll even make a friend or two." That got him. Emotion surged into his face. My earlier hunch had been right. I pushed a little harder. "You could use a friend, couldn't you?" I asked softly. He swallowed hard, stared down at the couch a minute, swallowed again and then looked up at me and nodded. I beamed at him, then gave him a brief kiss and changed the subject. "Let's get something to eat, then we'll go visit Mr. Brown. You hungry?" "Starved!" We both paused a second, then burst out laughing at the boy's brevity. *************************** It was several days later, and in that time a lot happened between Parker, me and Joon. It took me no time at all to make up my mind that, yes, I really did want a deeper bond with Parker. He was hot, he was amusing, he was as eager as a puppy, he was in some ways surprisingly intelligent -- and most of all, he tugged at my heart. He so needed to be loved and accepted. And he needed it not jut from a man he could look up to -- someone like, say, me -- but from other boys whose acceptance and even respect he could earn. I also knew that, unlike the early days of my relationship with Joon, there was plenty of room in our bed for another boy. Joon's unique bond with Johnny, his increasingly strong relationship with Byron, his involvement in the poker group all meant that he no longer needed to be the focus of my attention. Yes, he still turned me on intensely, but now that his rebellion against me had cooled so had the intensity of his sexual desire for me. I had to face it. I felt a pang of loss every time I realized it, but It was true. It was as if his passion for sexually dominating Johnny had replaced his need for me to dominate him. Yes, he still obeyed me when I ordered him do this or that -- in fact, his acquiescence was now more immediate than it had ever been. But as his passion to fight against my authority had simply waned, so had his sexual passion, which in some strange way was linked to it. So I wondered: was I replacing Joon with Parker? No, I decided. No one could replace Joon. He was one in a million, and there would always be a corner of my heart -- a big corner -- reserved just for him. But if he was moving on, I was going to have to as well. And it seemed Parker had arrived at just the right time. So I had informed Joon that Parker would be moving in with us as soon as I could get Marco's OK, which I thought I could get with no problem. I thought Joon might be OK with it, since he'd become so cooperative with me recently. But he at first was incredulous, or at least feigned it. Then he was, by turns, irritated, contemptuous and dismissive. At one point he had stomped out of the apartment and I had had to track him down and fuck some sense into him. But this was by now a familiar ritual, and neither of us really took it very seriously any more. Finally he acquiesced. "And let's be clear," I said to Joon right after I fucked him, as we lay side by side in bed. "You're not gonna be tolerating him, sneering at him, patronizing him or any of that other snotty stuff you sometimes do. You're gonna open your mind and your heart. You're gonna be compassionate and intelligent and insightful. You're gonna make him welcome. Got it?" Joon stared the ceiling. "Got it," he finally replied. "I don't think he's ever had a friend in his fucking life, Joon." "I'm not surprised." If he had said it snidely I would have been all over him, but he said it neutrally, as a simple observation. "You don't have to be his good buddy if that never feels right to you, and it may not. But you'll be friendly, kind, and concerned for his wellbeing. Think of it as practice being a human." Joon glanced at me, then back at the ceiling. *************************** The first couple of days after Parker moved in with us there were awkward moments between the two of them. Parker would try to please by asking inept questions or rattling on about one thing or another, Joon would try to be nice but then would lose patience and say something curt or sarcastic. Parker would sense his disapproval and try even harder, which inevitably resulted in some bumbling ineptitude that would cause Joon to withdraw into a book or the bathroom with ill-disguised contempt. I decided to tolerate this for awhile, wanting to see if things would smooth out on their own. The event that finally turned things around for the better happened Parker's third night with us. The first night we had settled into bed together Joon stayed on one side as far away from Parker as he could get. Nobody said much, and there was no sex or even much cuddling. Johnny, always the barometer of the emotional atmosphere in any room, was somber and quiet. The second night Joon and Johnny were out very late playing poker, and Parker had not been invited to join them. He and I cuddled and talked, but for some reason sex again didn't seem right somehow. The third night went differently. Parker, who had started classes the day before and had been scheduled to meet with Gino about his workout routine, came into the apartment in late afternoon very distressed. Joon had just gotten back from his last class as well; Johnny was out somewhere with one of his many friends. "What's the matter, man?" I asked, as Parker tossed his books onto the coffee table and slumped onto the couch next to me. "I don't know . . ." There was abject despair in his voice. I caressed his orange curls. "Come on, man. If you're gonna stay with me you're gonna talk about stuff that bothers you. That's one of the rules. Let's hear it now." The boy chewed his lower lip and rocked back and forth very slightly. A closet door slammed in the bedroom and Joon emerged, shirtless and barefoot, as was his preference, and slumped into the armchair opposite us. I continued to caress Parker. "Let's go, no secrets. No one will make fun of you if you talk about what upsets you." I said this while eying Joon pointedly. I saw Parker's gaze flick to Joon, and he shifted uncomfortably. "It -- it happened in the gym." The boy began and his voice was pathetic. Joon apparently couldn't suppress a derisive sniff. Rage surged through me. I exploded off the couch, grabbed Joon by both arms, and shook him violently. "You fucking asshole! You WILL not gave Parker or anyone else around here attitude when they're upset!!" I shouted. I thought a second, then turned to Parker, who sat looking petrified. "Have you cum yet today?" I shouted. Parker froze, and I don't know whether he was more nonplussed at my question or at my sudden attack on Joon. "Um, well, I, um, sort of did this morning. In bed. I mean, you know . . ." He was turning as red as his hair. "By yourself." The boy swallowed and nodded. "Fine, that's hours ago. Take off your clothes!" The boy blinked. "Huh?" "You heard me." Parker bolted to his feet and quickly shed his clothes. He stood naked, looking painfully awkward, his eyes searching my face. "Sit down and relax. Joon is going to apologize for his shitty attitude by sucking you off." I turned at glared at Joon. "He's not as good as Johnny, but he has some skills." Joon's nostrils flared in rage and his body was like steel in my hands. He was breathing hard. "And let him feel your admiration!" I snarled, shoving the boy toward Parker. Joon stumbled, then recovered and stood, his back to me, his balled fists clenching and relaxing. "DO IT!" I demanded. There was an electrically tense moment where no one moved. Then Joon dropped to his knees, pushed Parker's legs apart, and dived into the redhead's crotch. I sat down next to Parker, whose head was already thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed, as Joon went to town on his big organ. "I know you just came not that long ago, " I said, caressing his neck. "That's just more of a challenge for Joon. He's gonna keep going until he sucks some juice out of you. I don't care how long it takes or how much his jaw hurts." Joon ignored me, slurping the underside of Parker's hardening cock, lashing his tongue back and forth across the bottom of the boy's shaft as the big red head poked his forehead, his eye, his cheek, in the process smearing his saliva over his own face. For a few minutes I slowly scratched Parker's scalp as he sank deeper into pleasure. As was usual with Joon, regardless of how initially reluctant he might be to do something I ordered him to do, once he committed he was all in. I watched the small muscles of his upper back bunch and crawl as he sucked, twisted, surged, withdrew, surged again. With one hand he squeezed Parker's cock at the base, tugged his balls, stroked his thighs, tickled the side of the shaft with his fingertips. Periodic moans and gasps would come from Parker as he surrendered completely to Joon's ministrations. I decided to throw Joon a bone. "How's he doing?" I asked Parker. "Oh my God," Parker muttered, eyes still closed, head rolling slightly from side to side. I caressed Joon's head as he worked. "Good work, man. Stop a minute." Joon complied, looking up at me, questioning, irritated. "Get naked." Joon stood, shucked his shorts and briefs in a second, then knelt and returned to his task. His thin cock was hard, black and dully shining, arching up from his hairless groin. I knelt next to him, grabbed it gently and began to stroke him, caressing his upper back with my other hand. "Keep going until you can tell he's about to cum," I said. "Then stop. I'm gonna have him turn around and kneel in front of the sofa and then you're gonna fuck him. How does that sound, Parker?" "Yeah," the redhead huffed, sounding pretty close already. He had started squirming and slightly thrusting in response every time Joon would plunge down nearly all the way. It didn't take long. Scarcely thirty seconds later the boy suddenly lifted his hips off the couch, and yelled, "OK! OK!" Joon pulled back and expertly squeezed and yanked Parker's cock to temporarily halt his orgasm. "OK, quick Parker," I instructed. "Get on your knees and lay your chest down on the couch . . . that's it . . . spread your knees apart a little more. OK, Joon . . . " My boy needed no further instructions from me. He knee-walked up behind Parker and placed one hand on the boy's waist. With the other he gently caressed his own cock. "We gonna use lube?" he asked. His voice was a little thick, a little urgent. I could hear the need to cum in his question. "Natural lube," I replied, and with that I quickly lay on the floor, eased forward and began licking Joon's rod all over. Then, scooting a few inches forward I let my mouth fill with saliva for a few seconds, then plunged down on him and sucked him in all the way to the base. Before pulling off I sucked hard and went up and down a few times, caressing the soft skin of his little butt as I did so. He gasped just a little, and thrust into my mouth a couple times in response. I pulled off him. "OK, you're ready. How about you Parker? You ready for, uh, some intercourse?" "Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. I wondered if he intended the humor, or for that matter even recognized it. Knowing how naive the boy was, I doubted it. I decided to pump my boy's ego up a little. "OK, Joon. Parker's just learning and he hasn't been fucked much. You're a pro -- show him how good it can be." I patted his butt, then sat back on my heels to watch the show. And it was a good show. First Joon pressed his cockhead between Parker's buns, apparently found his target, and then began shoving -- slowly, steadily, confidently. Parker gasped. "You like that?!" Joon demanded. `"Ah, man!" Parker exclaimed. "Get ready!" Joon growled. With this he pressed his front to Parker's back, wrapped one arm around Parker's chest and with the other hand gripped Parker's throat. Thus secured Parker was helpless as Joon shoved, shoved, shoved until he was all the way into the boy, who squirmed and gasped the whole time. "You like that, bitch?!" Joon demanded shrilly, flattening his little ass against the other boy. This was really turning Joon on -- he was almost never this demonstrative, even during sex. "AHH!" was all Parker could say, as he dropped his head forward, his red locks trailing onto the seat of the couch. "WANT ME TO FUCK YOU HARD!!??" "Yeah, yeah, do it!" Parker gasped. With that Joon withdrew, still lying on Parker, arching his back, his hips jutting out voluptuously, until he was almost out. Then with a cry he slammed his cock all the way back into Parker. "YAIIIIEEE!!!"" screamed Parker. Joon grabbed a fistful of Parker's locks and shook him. "Whatsamatter, can't take it, bitch? Huh?" "Yeah, I -- I can take it. Come on, do it! But -- you don't need to call me bitch! You don't need to be so mean! You don't--" At that Joon withdrew almost all the way and slammed Parker again. "Ah, FUUUCK!!" Parker yelled. "You talk too fucking much, bitch!" Joon snarled, withdrawing again and ramming back in again, and again, and again. After another minute of the roughest fucking I'd ever seen Joon do Parker suddenly arched his back and gave a startled, almost inquisitive little cry. Like lightning Joon reached around, found Parker's huge cock and squashed it in his fist, roughly tugging it downward for good measure. "Oh, OW!! OWW!!" came Parker's response. Having temporarily backed Parker's orgasm off Joon resumed his fucking, bouncing Parker against the couch again and again. I studied my boy. Teeth gritted, snarling, grunting, sweat pouring down his chest, his wet belly making a slapping sound every time he smacked into the other boy, his biceps knotting, his ass clenching, Joon was every ounce, every inch, a pure animal in rut. He was magnificent. Even though Parker probably outweighed Joon by 15 or 20 pounds he was being flopped this way and that like a rag doll by the force and ferocity of the fucking Joon was giving him. Though still scrawny the regular workouts Joon had been doing had noticeably increased his strength, and he was literally manhandling the younger, bigger boy. On and on it went. Several times Parker would near orgasm and Joon would grab and twist his cock brutally, then resume ramming Parker's ass with even more force. I was amazed at Joon's stamina, not only sexually but physically. By now I had my pants around my ankles and was jacking myself off at this incredibly erotic scene. My gaze went to Joon's small flexing ass, always one of the hottest parts of his anatomy to me. Smooth and white, glowing with perspiration, the small muscles jumping with every thrust, it made mouth dry just to look at him. My hand flew faster on my cock. Suddenly Parker snapped his head upward and yelled, "YAH!" Joon quickly reached for his cock but he wasn't fast enough. Parker bucked up in the air, whipped his hips back hard and then without even touching his cock, began shooting his load against the side of the couch and onto the floor. "AH! AH! AH!" he cried, his sweaty, muscular body surging, his eyes closed, his orange curls whipping wildly. Joon had been thrown off balance and slipped out of Parker completely, but he recovered fast. Gripping the boy's still hunching hips with one hand and his shining black organ with the other Joon rooted around until he found Parker's asshole and then, just as the redhead quieted down and lay panting on the seat of the couch Joon thrust into him, and in two mighty shoves was buried to the hilt in the exhausted boy's bowels. Gripping Parker now with both hands Joon went into overdrive, whipping his cock in and out of the boy with tremendous speed. As I neared my own orgasm I marveled at how relaxed Parker's ass must have been to take him so readily. Joon puffed and groaned, gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, the threw his head back and then began to yell. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" As he yelled his little hips were a blur, and I matched his speed with my own, my hand flying up and down my surging cock, staring at the magnificence of my boy. Sweat matted his black hair and poured down his body like raindrops on a window, the veins in his knotting biceps bulged out, his long lean thigh muscles worked, and then suddenly--his body stopped in mid-surge. There was a pause that seemed to last for ten seconds but probably was much less. His back arched back slightly, the long muscles next to his spine glistened, his butt flattened, and then, with one more powerful thrust, Joon began cumming. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" he screamed. As he began shooting his seed into Parker I began shooting my own, the waves of pleasure all the greater because I was cumming along with my boy, the hottest, sexiest boy in the world.