Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2020 19:53:10 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 45 Chapter 45 I closed the laptop and put it down, as feelings of lust, and something that stung too, washed over me. Memories of love long past tinged my heart with sadness. I could still feel the ache for that boy tugging at me. I thought that he was completely out of my system, but reading my story of that first night we spent together brought it all back, I reflected. Maybe that little empty spot inside me would always be there. Just then I heard a sharp gasp and felt a sudden, iron grip on my forearm. "AHH!!" Johnny cried, as his body snapped up off the couch, his other hand moving like a blur. He started cumming. He continued crying out, eyes squeezed shut, his purple cockhead disappearing and appearing like lightning at the top of his flying fist. "AH! AH! AH!" "MMMMPP!" I kissed his sweaty forehead as his face jerked a little in orgasm. "MAH! AHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Johnny slumped against me then, spent, and then began to shake with silent sobs. As I held him with one arm I tugged on Joe with the other, pulling him over on top of me. He realized what I wanted and slid over onto the couch next to Johnny and held him awkwardly as he sobbed. Joe looked up at me, a look of concern on his face. I knew he was familiar with Johnny's habit of crying after he came, though. "Remember, he's OK," I said. "No need to worry. Just hug him." Joe obeyed, hugging the shaking boy to him tightly. He seemed to ignore his own rigid rod as it poked into the side of Johnny's hip After a minute Johnny was done, and as usual beamed a big, relaxed smile, as if he had just accomplished something. I gave him another little kiss. "Was that a good one?" I asked. Johnny nodded. "Sexy story! It all true?" "Yes," I murmured, with a fond, slightly sad smile. "All true." He turned to Joe. "Joe not cumming, even." I snapped out of my nostalgic daze. "Shall we do something about that?" I asked, grinning at the big-eyed boy. Joe swallowed with something -- nervousness? Anticipation? "So shall Johnny and I suck you, Joe? Or shall one of us rim you? What do you like best, cutie?" I caressed his hair. "He like to fucking bes'," exclaimed Johnny. "Oh ho, is that right, Joe?" The boy gave a small smile, swallowed hard again, and then gave a little nod. I caressed his neck and shoulders. "That's what I like best too." "I don't . . . I'm in the competition tomorrow, though. " The boy's brow was furrowed. "I think I should maybe practice." "Practice?" "I been trying to hold off. Like to learn to keep my control. It's hard, though, but I can do it." He gazed at me, and for the first time I saw determination in the set of his boyish jaw. He looked at me silently, then dropped his eyes. "OK, so maybe Johnny and I should try to get you to cum! And you try as hard as you can to hold off!" "That be fun!" Johnny exclaimed. I couldn't help but notice that throughout our conversation Joe's cock had lost none of its hardness. I now reached and caressed it gently. When I grazed my fingernail up his urethra and tickled his frenulum he gasped and stiffened. "Close, huh?" I grinned. "Yuh," he huffed, biting his lower lip with the effort to hold off his impending orgasm. I left his cock alone and caressed his shoulder instead. "So in this competition, do you get to, like, have a break? Or do they just keep at you constantly, like sucking you and stroking you and stuff?" He frowned. "I dunno. I never done it before. I wasn't here last Olympics." "They be timing it," said Johnny. "They try to get you to cum fas' so they win." "Yeah. And I heard sometimes they want to you to fuck them," Joe added. "`Cause that might make you cum faster." I wondered to myself about this. Why would guests want boys to cum quickly if the contest was about boys holding back their orgasms? "Well, you wanna try fucking Johnny and see if you can hold off on cumming? Joe gave an awkward little half-smile and nodded, and at that Johnny instantly dropped to the floor onto all fours and stuck his butt out in invitation. "Looks like Johnny knows what he wants!" I cried. Joe slid onto the floor too, got to his knees and scooted closer to Johnny. Then he cast his eyes around the room. "Whatcha lookin' for?" I asked. "Lube." "No lube! Just nothing!" Johnny exclaimed. "Nothing?" Joe replied. Apparently he and Johnny hadn't messed around as much as I'd assumed they had after that first night with Joon, me and Parker. "Just slide in nice and slow. He likes it better that way," I explained, caressing Joe's silky ass. "Here, let me at least help you out this much," I said, easing down between the two boys and holding his organ gently in my hand. The boy had one of the most beautifully formed organs I've ever seen, the perfectly straight 5 inch shaft seemingly exactly the same thickness from the base to the tip of his glans. There was no loose skin to affect its cylindrical perfection and no veins to mar the cream-tan uniformity of color. I slipped my lips slowly over the warm head of Joe's cock, carefully sliding down the satiny shaft, feeling a slight tremor go through his body as he gave a little gasp. I swirled my tongue around and over the head, and his hand came into my hair as he gave a little hiss. Remembering how close he was to cumming, and not wanting to bring him off before he got a chance to enter Johnny, I drew off him then and gave his cock a little squeeze of discouragement. I put my hand on his shoulder and drew my thumb gently along his collar bone. His eyes fell into mine. "I didn't stop cause you're not hot -- you are hot, Joe! But since screwing turns you on the most, you should do that. That'll give you the best practice. Then maybe another time, after the Olympics is all over . . . ? I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and Joe smiled and gave a tiny nod. "Ready to fill your friend up?" "I'n his bes' frien'," Johnny informed me, looking at me upside down under his armpit. I gave Johnny a playful swat on the butt. "OK, guys, go to it!" "You gonna jus' watch?" Johnny asked. "Maybe," I smiled mischievously. "Or maybe something else. We'll see." I watched Joe as, frowning with concentration, he bent his cock downward, leaned in, and pressed between Johnny's butt cheeks. At this Johnny arched his back and pushed his butt toward Joe. As I admired Joe's tensing little body I asked myself what it was about it that made his body so interesting to me. Then it hit me. His body was that of a perfectly proportioned little man, in miniature. He had none of the gangliness, the some-parts-too-long, some-too-short look of a typical boy just into adolescence. Even some of the young lovers had a slightly out of whack imperfection to them. Which I guess can be charming, in a way. I gazed at him as his surprisingly big hands gripped Johnny's waist and he began slowly increasing the pressure of his cock on Johnny's hole. At fourteen years of age -- a small fourteen -- he was compact like a man but was totally boyish at the same time. The way his torso converged like a wedge, from wide, defined shoulders to his flexing lats down to his slim waist and his tight, round ass. And I loved his cocoa-colored skin, so perfectly, exactly the same color from forehead to feet. And the little curving muscles of his forearm as he gripped and pulled Johnny's hips toward him. Oh yes, he was hot, all right. And there was something sweet about his solemn little face too, frowning now in concentration, lips pressed tightly together. "Ahhh," the boy suddenly gasped, head snapping back, as he apparently penetrated Johnny. "Mph," Johnny responded at the same moment, his little shoulders bunching and relaxing. Joe paused for a moment, eyes closed, striving to maintain control. He took a deep breath and exhaled with a soft whoosh. Then, with measured care, he began slowly screwing Johnny. Still admiring his neat little body I began stroking him very lightly, just with my fingertips. I went up his spine, down his neck, over his shoulders, trailing over his ribs, and down over his slowly clenching little butt. I drew a fingertip down his crack and then reached under him and tickled the back of his small, delicate balls as they swung slightly in their little hairless sack. I drew my fingertips down the back of his thighs, then back up to his butt, and then let them wander randomly over his soft cocoa skin. But, though I was not consciously directing them, my fingers seemed always to return to his smooth little asscheeks. After a couple of minutes I could feel Joe's body begin tensing, and I heard him gasp. He suddenly stopped, rigid, and I knew he was fighting to keep from cumming,. "Hold on! Hold on!": I whispered in his ear as he panted softly. After a few seconds he relaxed and breathed out deeply. "Good?" I asked. "Yuh," he nodded slightly. "Good boy." I squeezed his neck affectionately. In another moment he has started thrusting again. And a minute later he stiffened, stopped, and held his breath, eyes squeezed shut. I caressed his glowing brown back, warm and a bit sticky now from his exertions. Once again, Joe regained control. We went on like this for several minutes, him carefully screwing Johnny, me insistently, gently caressing him all over, and he nearing his climax and then pulling back time and again. "Looks like you're getting good at self-control when you fuck, Joe, " I exclaimed after a little while. "But . . . " "But what?" he panted after a minute, still thrusting.' "But what if the guy tries to get you to cum by sucking you? Can you control yourself then?' "I think so." "Maybe we should let you practice. You know what a good cocksucker Johnny is, right?" I asked, caressing the little Korean boy's now-sweaty shoulders. "And, not to brag, but I'm pretty good too. Maybe you should practice controlling your orgasms while we suck you." "OK," the boy said, his eyes solemnly meeting mine. He carefully pulled his glistening cock out of Johnny's ass. Johnny immediately turned around and, with a devilish grin, sucked the boy's cock all the way into his mouth. "Hope you're clean!" I grinned at Johnny as he twisted his mouth around Joe's organ. Johnny pulled off long enough to blurt, "I'n always clean. Super-clean. You know!" And indeed I did know. All the boys at Young Lovers were pretty assiduous about anal cleanliness -- the organization demanded it of them. I had heard Marco admonish kids more than once -- sometimes teasingly and sometimes not -- about their lack of perfect cleanliness. But I knew Johnny to be particularly fastidious. He plunged back onto Joe's cock, and the other boy's face slackened with pleasure. "I know you are, Johnny. Let's see about Joe, though!" With this I bent down, carefully peeled open the boy's asscheeks, and gently stroked down over his little hairless pink pucker with my thumb. It was so small, so tight, and as I admired it it almost seemed to pulse. My mouth felt dry and I swallowed hard as I imagined myself slowly, firmly penetrating him with my cock, which at the moment was rock hard.. After a few more strokes I pried him open with both thumbs, rubbing the tips of my thumbs up and down a bit against the sensitive lining of his hole. Then I bent down farther and, as Joe continued to rock slightly forward and back in response to Johnny'a sucking, I thrust my tongue against his little pucker. I thought he might spasm shut at this as many boys do, but he didn't. In fact, he seemed to thrust back against me slightly, although maybe he was just responding to Johnny's ministrations. I tried to push my tongue into him a bit. The little mouth squeezed down hard on me, gripping with surprising strength. Patiently, persistently, I stroked my tongue up and down, up and down, keeping his ass peeled open with my thumbs as he slowly moved against Johnny's face. Eventually, before my jaw tired too much, I began pushing my tongue into him more insistently. He gave a little gasp then, and seemed to actually open for me on purpose, although of course I couldn't be sure about that. Finally, sensing that he was loosening, I crammed my face as far up between his little cheeks as I could and slobbered and thrust and twisted my tongue for all I was worth. Yes, the boy was now definitely responding to me. As I stopped for a second to rest, just allowing my tongue tip to lie quietly at the entrance, I felt his little asshole pulse and throb, as if trying to open wide on its own and suck me in. It felt as if his little muscles were trying to pull my tongue deep into him! Thrilled, I redoubled my efforts, and eventually, chewing on his ass like a madman, I worked almost half my tongue into the hunching boy's body. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Johnny had pulled off Joe's cock and gestured me to change places with him. My aching jaw was grateful for this suggestion, and he and I quickly switched places, as Joe watched us, his breathing a little quick, sweat beading his upper lip. As Johnny began going to town on Joe's ass I inspected Joe's cock carefully. It really was a beauty. I tenderly kissed the side of his warm, rigid organ, wet with Johnny 's saliva, and then slowly drew my lips forward, pressing the shaft affectionately until I arrived at his small nest of pubes. They were apparently new enough that they were still soft and fluffy instead of wiry. I wondered if Joe had been a bit of a late bloomer. I slid my pursed, wet lips over the tip of his penis, stopping when I slipped over the just slightly flaring rim of his cockhead. I began a slow suck. His little body arched. I held my mouth in place, thrusting my tongue again and again against his piss hole. His body twisted from one side to the other as he struggled to thrust the rest of his penis into my mouth. But I wouldn't allow it. Instead I continued to just suck the very end of it. Then I started nibbling it, gently tugging with my lips from ridge to tip over and over and over. Joe's hands came to my shoulders and gripped hard as he groaned and tried again to thrust deeper. I continued to toy with his spongy little glans, making my lips as soft as I could. Then with the tip of one finger, I began caressing the side of his cock in time with the tugging of my lips. His slim shaft was hard as steel. As I teased his cock I slipped one hand behind his cock and fondled his balls. They were small and loose, and the skin of his ball sack was baby soft and completely hairless. Had he had a little early-puberty scrotum hair removed? Or had none even grown in yet? I matched the rhythmic mouthing of his cockhead I was doing with a gentle, rhythmic tugging at his balls, pulling just hard enough to add that intensity that's not quite pain, yet not quite pleasure either. Joe's penis throbbed suddenly and my lips felt a new slickness just under his little cum slit. He was beginning to leak a little precum. In a moment another, larger drop oozed from the tip of his penis. I let it hang there a moment, then slowly swirled it over his glans. It had little taste, but I loved feeling it slightly sticky against my tongue. As I caressed Joe's cock with the finger of one hand I squeezed my cock with the other. It was begging for some action, but I was determined to show as much self-control as the little guy whose cock I was teasing relentlessly. Continuing to swirl my tongue over his oozing slit I now enclosed his inflamed cock-head and pressed my lips together as hard as I could, mashing his coronal rim. Joe gave a muffled groan. I began trying to suck the pre-cum directly out of his urethra, suctioning hard. Joe again tried to get his penis deeper into my sucking mouth, but again I refused him the satisfaction. The more I teased his little piss slit the more desperate he seemed to get to cum, and something about that excited me terribly. The more turned on I got the more I wanted to bring him to the edge of orgasm, the very edge, to hover there without spilling his boy juice. His hips spasmed as I applied more precum-sucking pressure to the tip of his cockhead. Then I wiggled my tongue tip rapidly over his piss slit at the same time that I drew my finger tips delicately down the front of his thighs. Just then Johnny gave a grunt, jamming his face harder into Joe's crack. At this, a combined assault of overwhelming pleasure, Joe's whole body twitched and jerked. This only made me that more horny; I felt half-mad with lust. My own craving to cum mixed together in me with my craving to make this boy want to cum. It was so wonderful to drive him crazy, and the higher his pleasure rose, the higher I went too. I looked up at Joe's face -- his eyes were wide, his mouth slack, his thick hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. There was spittle at the corner of his mouth, and he was gasping in quick soft pants of "hah," "hah," "hah." Sweat was streaming down his cute little chest. The boy was starting to lose his mind with lust, crazy with the desire to cum. It was a thrill to give him that. I pulled off him a moment and eyed his cock, which had swollen in thickness and turned from a soft cocoa brown color to a deep brownish-pink. It was leaking so much pre-cum that it dripped down onto the floor now. I rubbed a big drop of it over his glans with my fingertip until the whole head was glistening. Then I grabbed his whole organ in my fist and squeezed, and another big clear drop of fluid oozed from his piss slit and dropped to the floor. We went on like that for minute after minute, for who knows how long. While Johnny ate and licked and caressed his ass I would time and again bring him close, then stop for a few seconds, then start again, taking the boy higher and higher with pleasure, with the craving to cum, surely craving release more than he ever had before. Joe's head was now lolling, his eyes were closed, and drool trickled down his chin. Only his body moved, twitching and spasming sometimes, slowly thrusting back against Johnny other times. Seeing how complete his surrender was to the sexual ecstasy he was obviously feeling -- an ecstasy of an intensity I was sure he had never experienced before -- just inflamed me. I wanted him so bad. But just like Joe, I had to hold back. Finally I heard it. He gave an unintelligible, rasping sound. "What, Joe?" I asked. "Lemme cum," he croaked, eyes still closed, sweat rolling down his cheeks like rain. "You gotta hold out. Be strong! You're doing great!" "I can't take it. I gotta cum. Please. Please." I was undecided. Johnny made the decision for me. He looked at me from around the side of Joe's ass. "Let's let him cum now, kay?" I puffed a deep breath. Joe's ecstasy had taken me higher and higher too, and I needed to cum in the worst way as well. "OK, Joe, ready . . . GO!" I cried. I grabbed his cock in my fist and began to beat it rapidly, and at the exact same moment Johnny licked his finger and unceremoniously jammed it all the way into Joe's ass. That did it. With a screech like a banshee Joe's whole body snapped into rigidity, his penis gave a huge twitch and began slinging large ropes of boy cum into the air and onto my face. "YAH!" the boy screamed. "AH! AH! AH! AH!" With each yell Joe would shoot more cum into the air -- three, four five gobs of thick, creamy cum flew out of him. I mauled the boy's rigid, gushing cock, squeezing and twisting almost violently, and he kept spewing -- another volley of hot cum splattered onto my face and neck, and another. Was it six giants gobs? Seven? Eight? Finally, after a more tremendous cum than I would have thought his little body capable of, Joe sagged forward in exhaustion and I caught him by the hips and held him up. As I did so I managed to swipe my tongue over his blazing hot cockhead and lick off a big bolt of cock slime oozing out of his tortured cum slit. It was so incredibly hot I couldn't take it any more. Quickly easing the limp, pleasure-blasted boy onto the floor on his belly and hastily gesturing Johnny out of the way I shoved the spent boy's legs apart. Searching for the boy's now-widened and slippery hole I inserted my index finger halfway into his little bottom while I got myself into position. Then I lay partway down on him and fisted my cock against his hole. I didn't care about being gentle. In the back of my mind I think I knew Joe was so out of it a little pain would scarcely register. Without saying a word I simply began pushing. Joe took me silently -- all the way in. The only sign he even felt anything was a long, quivering sigh as I bottomed out and held myself there a moment, resting against his sweaty back, feeling an occasional twitch in his butt as he lay compliantly under me. My usual style when I had sex with a boy was to be gentle and affectionate, with the exception of when I screwed Joon, of course. But for some reason I was now beyond gentleness and affection. Wordlessly I pulled back, then thrust in again, then out farther, then in harder. I quickly built up steam like this until I was slamming into the inert boy beneath me with all the force I could muster. As long as my sexual high had lasted, the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate thrill of orgasm had been pushed to the back burner. But the waiting was over -- and in just four or five more thrusts I was there. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I yelled, and my climax hit me like a freight train. Pounding the boy's body as hard as I could I began shooting into his little ass. I came and came and came -- it just seemed to go on forever. I clutched the boy's shoulders against my chest so tight it was as if I was trying to seal our bodies together. And when the tidal wave of pleasure had broken over me and receded, I still lay there, blasted, gripping the little boy to me for dear life. I actually think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I recognized Johnny's voice it was if it emerged from a haze, or perhaps as if he awakened me from sleep. "Mike, come on, get off. Joe needing to breathe!" Groggily I rolled to the side and Joe slowly rolled away too. We lay silently. I looked over at him. His face was absolutely depleted, and mine probably looked much the same to him. ` "You OK?" I finally murmured. The boy nodded slowly, still breathing fast. His eyes probed mine, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. I managed a small grin. "Was that the best damn orgasm you ever had in your life, or what?" The boy swallowed, blinked several times, and, while it seemed like he was groping for words, he did not seem to know how to reply. I reached out and caressed his hair. "You are one sexy boy, Joe." "Hey, we gonna shower now?" Johnny demanded. I looked over at Johnny, who was on his knees next to Joe, his bog cock swinging slightly, looking like it had swollen up a bit despite his recent orgasm. "I hope you didn't feel left out there, sweetie. Joe and I just had something there -- something real special. But we love you too!" I grinned, propping myself up a bit shakily onto an elbow. Johnny knee-walked over to me, grinning. I pursed my lips as if to blow him a kiss, as I often did, but instead leaned over and planted a big smack on his cockhead. Johnny's grin widened, and he got to his feet, grabbed my hand and pulled me upward. Once he saw I was rising to my feet he did the same to Joe. A few minutes later the three of us were luxuriating under a cool shower. I carefully washed Joe's sweaty body as he stood passively, still looking rather glazed over by the whole experience. Johnny then got a big gob of shampoo in his palms -- about five times as much as necessary -- and began rubbing it through Joe's wet hair. The boys gazed at each other as Johnny gently washed his friend's hair, all the time beaming his big smile. Joe finally managed a weak, embarrassed smile of his own. Meanwhile I worked some more soap into a lather and began massaging Joe's shoulders and arms with it. Johnny and i made eye contact and then, as if a message had passed between us unspoken, we both leaned forward, sandwiched Joe between us and, holding him in our embrace, kissed him and caressed him all over. "I can't believe how good you did, Joe," I murmured in his ear, trying to pump up his confidence. "We got you real close over and over and you held back. You've got a lot of self-control. You're gonna do great tomorrow." "Thanks," he whispered. "You're such a good boy," I murmured in his ear. "Sleep with us tonight." And he did. *************************** By the time I awoke the next morning I found myself in a very crowded bed. After a sexually and emotionally exhausting evening, Johnny, Joe and I had turned in pretty late. Johnny had tucked himself next to me at once and Joe lay down next to him. For a moment all was quiet. Then Johnny raised himself up, turned over and unceremoniously tugged Joe over closer to him and lay back down with his arms around him. It was too dark for me to see the white boy's face, but after a moment he snuggled against Johnny, and in less than a minute they were both out cold. Still feeling emotionally blitzed I stared up at the ceiling without seeing it, trying to figure out what had happened with me and Joe. It felt totally new to me to completely lose myself in torturing a boy with pleasure. Or rather, assisting in his torture. After all it was Joe who was inflicting the agony on himself by fighting his natural urge to cum. Johnny and I were merely assisting in the process. But I couldn't believe how much it aroused me -- it was as if I was undergoing the exquisite torture too. And by the end, as I was fucking Joe mercilessly, I really was completely out of my mind, temporarily out of control. In a way, it was like that night in the chain room with Byron, so many weeks ago now. I remembered first sucking then screwing then sucking, back and forth, over and over, trying to get him to cum just from the pleasure of getting fucked. But that had been different. Byron wasn't trying not to cum, and what turned me on then was not withholding his ultimate ecstasy but rather dominating his beautiful body. I turned and tried to make out Joe's sleeping face in the darkness. I could just make out thick brown hair falling over his forehead and his face in profile against the pillow. The white of the sheet trailed just over his butt and lower back. Although I'd never had a single conversation of any length with the taciturn boy I found myself emotional as I gazed on his silent form. I felt a strange closeness to him as a result of the evening's remarkable, ecstatic activities. I found myself hoping I'd get to know his heart and mind as well as I did his lovely body. My thoughts eventually wandered to other things, and I was starting to drift off myself when I heard the front door open. Joon's and Byron's hushed voices came through the wall. In another moment I heard the shower running. I wondered if the two of them were showering together. Of course they had both group-showered with me and Johnny a couple times, but just the two of them? Did each one wash himself, I wondered? Did one soap the other's back? Two teenage boys together in one shower -- pretty gay, I chuckled to myself. Before long the bedroom door swung open and I could make out two dark forms. Joon approached the bed and paused. For a moment I thought he might shove Joe out of the way so he could take his usual place next to Johnny, but he didn't. Instead he climbed in over all of us and I lifted the sheet so he could slide in next to me. Byron followed, taking the last spot next to the wall. "Ow! Fuck!" Byron exclaimed, apparently in response to being kicked by Joon as they arranged themselves. "There's hardly any fucking room!" Joon retorted, wriggling himself closer to me. "Lemme rearrange these guys so we have more room," I whispered. Rising to my knees I leaned over Johnny and as gently as possible scooted Joe over a few inches. The kid didn't even stir. The I began easing Johnny over. I heard him mumble something in Korean, and, half-asleep, he allowed himself to be scooted a little farther from me too. "Climb over me so you're next to Johnny," I instructed Joon. "How come?" "I wanna be next to Byron." "I don't think he's in the mood to get fucked, if that's what you have in mind." "Just move the fuck over here and shut up!" Joon gave a little snicker and wordlessly complied, and I turned to Byron. By the faint light coming through the window I could see that his face was wary. "What're you gonna do?" I laughed and shook my head. "Ah Byron, relax, man! You know I'm not gonna mess with you!" I allowed my voice to become soft and tender. "This apartment is a safe place for you. For everyone." I decided to take things even deeper. "There's only love here." We eyed each other wordlessly. "Come on, lie down here, I'm just gonna rub your back a little bit." "See Byron, first your back, then your butt," Joon muttered. "Better be careful!" He was feigning his usual sourness but there was a faint note of amusement in his voice. I grabbed Joon in a sudden headlock and gave him a loud, slobbery smooch on the top if the head. "Byron doesn't need you to protect his virtue!" I exclaimed. "Now go to sleep!" I turned back to Byron and placed my hand on his rock-hard shoulder. "Lie down on your stomach." My voice was soft but firm. "I don't sleep on my stomach," he objected. "Man, the way some people around here fight against feeling good!" I exclaimed. "Just fucking do it!" Byron complied with a token grunt. I slid my hand across his upper back to his neck and then began slowly squeezing and kneading his muscles there. I worked rhythmically and methodically up to the base of his skull, and as I worked my thumb there in small circles Byron gave a barely perceptible sigh. I slid my hands up into his curls, still a bit damp from the shower, and tugged them gently, giving him a little scalp massage, which I knew always felt good. I then worked slowly down his spine halfway to his waist. "I'm glad you're here, Byron," I murmured. "It's too crowded in my dorm," came the muffled reply. "Why crowded?" "The Olympics, man," he answered, as if that explained everything. "I don't get it." Byron was silent. From my other side came Joon's barely tolerant voice. "In Olympics week the only guests who have boys to screw are the winning bettors. All the other guests are back in their apartments jerking off, and all the kids are back in their dorms instead of out getting fucked." Joon always had a delicate way of putting things. "Ah. So this is probably the most crowded week of the year in the boy dorms." "It's too fucking loud," Byron complained. "All these assholes be playing their lame white-boy music and partying all fucking night. I can't get any sleep." "Well, you can get some sleep here. Let's not talk anymore, OK?" The boys complied, and I resumed caressing and massaging the black boy's back. I stroked and smoothed him for many minutes, and I could feel him relax more and more down into the bed. Though my arm began to get sore I kept at it until I could tell by his deep, slow breathing that Byron was asleep. I think my arm was still over his shoulders when I finally fell asleep too. ******************************* I sat at breakfast in the crowded cafeteria with Johnny and Joe. We had left Joon and Byron passed out in bed. Johnny was in an especially chatty mood, and he bent Joe's ear relentlessly about this and that while Joe munched his cereal and listened. I tuned out a little bit and instead scoped out the boys coming in for their food, as I often enjoyed doing. I had been on the island long enough that most of the boys were familiar. I either knew them or I at least knew who they were. I knew just about every face (and body) on sight. And how many had I had sex with? That thought went through my mind as I watched Donte walk in and take his place in line as he chatted with a Latino boy named Isaac I'd once played some basketball with. Soon after came Ace and Dwayne, then Nilai with a couple boys I didn't know, then Keoki and his friend Michael. My heart felt full as I admired their beauty and reflected on my affectionate moments with many of them. And then came James. I sipped my coffee and focused on him with interest. He was by himself. He wore a sleeveless dark green T-shirt, and I watched his small bicep jump as he picked up his tray from the stack at the head of the cafeteria line. His plaid shorts clung to him snugly, and I admired the tight curve of his butt and, as my gaze drifted downward, the flex of his lean thigh muscles. I studied his face. No, there was nothing particularly cute about him -- it was a pleasant enough face, with small, regular features except for a rather broad, flat nose, but nothing to get excited about. His hair was cut fairly short and hadn't had anything special done to it. Something occurred to me then that I hadn't thought of before -- except for James, every African-American kid on the island had curly, not kinky hair, and it was never real short. Loose curls were apparently a look Butch thought was the best for black kids. I had to say I agreed. So why had Butch not worked on James' hair this way? Some soft, shiny black curls would add a sexiness to James' appearance that he otherwise didn't have. Just then the server spooning up his eggs smiled and said something to James, and the boy's face lit up as he replied, and as he beamed that incandescent grin I was captivated again by him. "Hey Johnny, do you know James?" I asked. interrupting Johnny's monologue on some movie he had watched recently. Johnny blinked and looked around the large room. "I know him," piped up Joe. He turned to Johnny. "The guy in our art class! You know, the black guy! He sits almost next to you!" Johnny spied James. "That Leonardo!" he exclaimed. "He told me his name was James," I said. "And that's what Marco calls him." "Mr. Manalisay call him Leonardo. That our art teacher. He call him that for Leonardo daVinci. Ever'body in the class call him that too, sometime." "I saw a drawing he did. He's amazingly talented," I offered. "He nice too." Our breakfast conversation went on to other things, and eventually we were joined by Dwayne and another boy I had never met, a short, sturdy little guy named Timmy with an angelic, pink-cheeked Irish face surrounded by dark brown curls. He was a puckish, talkative boy with a killer smile, my favorite thing, and a few minutes zipped by as I chatted with him and Dwayne. Suddenly Johnny bolted up from the table and headed in the direction of the door. I turned and just caught sight of him as he caught up with James as the black kid was leaving. The two walked out of the building together, Johnny talking animatedly. I didn't have long to wait to find out what that was about. Johnny was back in a couple of minutes. "He coming over tomorrow. In the night, prob'ly," Johnny announced, sliding into his seat. Well well well! "Really? What did you say to him?" "I tol' him if could he draw me. For a picture. He sayed OK." "You're gonna have a portrait?" He wrinkled his nose. "What that?" "That's when a photographer takes your picture," said Timmy confidently. "Like my mom has one of me and my sister, on her table, in this kinda fancy frame." "Yeah, but a portrait can be drawn too. Or painted. It's not just a photograph.," I explained. "I'n gonna be naked though," Johnny informed us with a grin. "Well THAT should be interesting! " I said. "Timmy, I'm guessing that's not how you and your sister are in that portrait of your mom's!" "Ohh, gross!" the boy snickered. "Maybe you should come by, Timmy," I suggested. "Maybe he could draw you naked too!" The boy smiled impishly at me. "I got my guest tomorrow night!" There was something a bit possessive in the boy's tone that caught my attention. "Your guest? I thought all the guests were competing to get the boy who wins the cumming contest today! If your guy wins maybe he'll be too worn out by tomorrow to even want you!" "Walter's not doing the Olympics. He's getting here tomorrow. He says there's no percentages in it. Besides, he says he only has eyes for me!" he added with a little self-satisfied chuckle. "Oho! So you already know your guest!" "He's gonna be my guest for three days! Plus he already came here once before. He always requests me!" The boy's little chest puffed out a bit as he said this. "Wow! What's your secret?" The boy wiggled his eyebrows comically. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I grinned at him. "Well yes, as a matter of fact I would!" "It'll cost ya!" the cheeky imp laughed, picking up his tray and heading for the recycling bins.