Date: Sun, 09 Aug 2020 19:58:43 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 48 Chapter 48 "It's early yet," Garth proclaimed, gesturing with his now-empty mug, which apparently had been all he had in his kitchenette to hold a cocktail. "Have another with me!" "I probably shouldn't--" "Sure you should! Put some hair on your chest! It doesn't start growing til the third drink, y'know, and you've barely finished your first!" "What, the one we had before dinner doesn't count?" The grinning man swooped in, plucked my mug from my hand, and darted back into his bungalow. "I'll just be a sec!" I leaned back in my lounge chair on Garth's wide veranda and surveyed the broad lawn that sloped gently away from me toward the cafeteria and the first of the boy dorms beyond. He really had a great spot. Earlier the sun had been in our eyes a bit but it had since dropped behind the jungle treetops and the early evening was really very pleasant now, with the usual light breeze just brushing my face. I wondered how the guy had managed to score such a cool cabin. I also wondered a little bit about Garth's exceptional friendliness. For some reason he seemed to take a particular interest in me, and had been pretty persistent in encouraging me to come by his place for drinks. We'd started with a before-dinner gin and tonic -- the requisite cocktail in the tropics, he assured me. Then we'd gone to dinner together, and while we ate he plied me with question after question about my work, my stay at Young Lovers, and my relationship with Joon, Johnny and the other boys I'd befriended on the island. He was an enthusiastic questioner who was particularly fascinated to hear about my evening in Manila at Lily's apartment. Of course he wanted to know all about my time with Nelson. "So you're the one who took his cherry!" he exclaimed. "No, no, his older brother had been screwing him long before I came into the picture. Do you know Alan? He's a young lover too." "Hmm. I dunno -- Nelson hangs around with a couple other kids a lot. All Filipino, I think. Maybe his brother's one of them." "Well, if you'd ever seen him naked you'd know him. For a 14-year old Filipino he's got a really big dick." Garth grinned. "That's not something I'd usually miss! Maybe it runs in the family." So Garth had no idea Nelson had been augmented. I wasn't about to break the news -- it was none of my business, after all. As we finished eating Garth had insisted I join him for an after-dinner drink. His friendliness was matched by his generosity, it seemed. Maybe the guy was a little bit lonely. Day after day with no one but an eleven-year-old with limited English to keep you company could probably feel a little isolating. Stuck on a beautiful tropical island with a hot little brown boy to screw whenever he felt like it. Poor guy. Garth reappeared, grinning, a dripping beer mug in each hand. "Here you go! Another g and t!" he cried, handing me one of the mugs. "Yeah, OK, another cocktail in a beer mug -- but it's garnished with calamansi this time." "Classy!" I grinned back. I took a sip. "Strong!" "Strong and tart! I like my drinks like I like my boys!" "Speaking of your boys, where's Nelson? Did he throw you over for someone new?" Garth shrugged. "Hell if I know. Probably still at the pool -- he's a total fish. Loves the water. Hey, guess what we did the other night?" "What?" "He wanted to go swimming at night, right? I told him the pool area was probably locked up, but he insisted. He can be pretty forceful when he wants something." Forceful? Nelson? That didn't sound much like the Nelson I remembered from our night together in Manila. "Anyway, we snuck over there and it was no trouble to get over that little chain link fence. So we go in naked, and Nelson's horny, he's climbin' all over me. We horse around a little bit in the water, but he keeps pushin' his dick up against me, hard as an iron bar! So I say, `What're you doin', man?' and he doesn't answer, he just keeps semi-humping me in the water. So I finally grab him and pull him to me, you know, givin' him a big ol' kiss, and he says, in that kinda growly voice, `I'm gonna fuck you!'" Can you believe it?" Garth stopped and took a sip of his drink, eying me all the while. Was he gauging my reaction to his story? "So anyway, we climb out of the water up onto the pool deck, and I'm barely out before he jumps on my back and starts poking around with his cock. I decide to just lie there and let him have what he wants." "You sound like an old married queen!" I teased. Garth grinned, seeming to take no offense at my jibe. "The kid really loves to fuck. He worms his way into me, and in no time he's really into it, groaning and growling and making a fucking racket. But I don't care, man, `cause that big Filipino dick feels mighty damn good deep inside me, right?" He looked at me, almost as if he were pleading for my understanding. So was that what this guy was into? If so, the aggressive Nelson he was describing was certainly nothing like the shy, hesitant child I remembered. And a big dick? The Nelson I remembered had a little spike of maybe 3 1/2 inches. But now that I thought of it, I saw a pretty impressive bulge in those shorts when I'd run into him and Garth at the Olympics. Young Lovers definitely had augmented more than his muscles, all right. "That little sucker's poundin' me and poundin' me," Garth continued, "and it's really feelin' fucking good, right? But part of me is worried a little bit about attracting somebody's attention, the kid's making so much damn noise. Suddenly I feel him biting my neck, and he's really got a hunk of me between his teeth, can you believe it? That sucker's eleven years old and he's fucking like a little animal! I mean he's biting hard, and he's just slammin' me so hard, and then he starts cummin'. And he cums and cums for days! The kids' a regular cum factory, I'll tell ya. I mean, you remember I told you about Jonathan, the Vietnamese kid I spent the night with Friday, right? And I said how much he would cum? Well, he's probably, like, five or six years older than Nelson but the little bastard shoots almost as much as he does! Incredible! And my ass is still sore!" "Well Garth, all I can tell you is, that doesn't sound anything like the little guy I made love to in Manila. He seemed like a total bottom -- he really loved getting plowed. Like it was kinda natural, you know? And he was a sweet little doll too, not this hunky butch boy I saw you with at the Olympics." Garth shrugged. "I dunno, kids change. Maybe this place changes `em." "Maybe." We both gazed off into the tropical twilight in silence for awhile. It was a companionable silence. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed hanging out with somebody my own age, someone who loved boys like I did. Three strong drinks after weeks of no alcohol at all had me more buzzed than I'd have thought I'd be, and I was content to listen awhile to the opening measures of the chorus of frogs, bugs and night birds that lulled us to sleep every night from the nearby jungle. Moths began chasing each other through the glow of the porch light above us. Suddenly I heard quick, light steps bounding up the stairs at the side of the veranda. It was Nelson. And boy had he changed. The sturdy but slim little boy's body I remembered now rippled with muscles as he bounded up the last stair-- not huge, not bulky like an older teen's, but big muscles for a boy his age, and beautifully defined. And the lime green speedo he wore bulged impressively with something else. Droplets of water still quivered on his curving brown chest. His dripping hair, looking as if it had been shoved carelessly out of the way, fell to his shoulders. "Hey!" Garth cried, gesturing to the boy to come. "Hey Nelson! You're looking hot!" I cried. Nelson watched me watching him, ignoring Garth The boy gave me a cheeky little smirk, and I think he may have jutted his hips just a bit in my direction. Garth got up from his chair then and grabbed at the boy, but Nelson dodged out of the way. "Come here you little monkey!" he cried. "I'n all wet! I'n gonna change!" Nelson cried, and rushed into the cabin. "No need! You look great!" Garth called haplessly. I could see right away who held the upper hand in this relationship. Maybe that was what happened when you let a little kid dominate you sexually. "Be right back -- you want another one?" Garth gestured with his empty glass. I hesitated a fraction too long. "That's a yes!" Garth cried gleefully, snatching my mug and disappearing inside. I could see what was going to happen this night. Garth was going to get us both drunk. Oh well, I thought to myself. It's been months. I leaned back in my chair and settled in. ************************* The darkness that fell over the resort was sudden and complete, as nightfall usually is in the tropics. I was halfway through my drink and feeling no pain. "Yeah, man, it's been like a dream come true being here on this island all this time," I said. "You talk like it's almost in the past. You going back to the States soon?" In spite of feeling pretty hazy I was still able to listen to my gut. It told me maybe it was best to keep my North Korea plans under wraps. "No telling. Gotta finish my little journal project for the magazine," I lied. "I guess that's gonna continue until my editors decide the readers are bored." "I gotta check out your magazine now that I know you're writing for it!" "Not a regular reader?" "I will be now." "Well, that's--" I was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Nelson, who skidded to a stop in front of us and then, seeing our eyes were on him, smiled a satisfied smirk and, cute as hell, flexed his muscles with a grin. The boy wore only skin tight gym shorts, and his little biceps certainly were impressive as they knotted like little apples. I admired the hairless smoothness of his underarms. "Very nice, Nelson!" I cried, and indeed he did look very nice. "Hard to believe you're just eleven!" The boy frowned. "I'n twelve!" "Yeah?" "Yeah. My birtday was las' week." The boy's growly little voice was charmingly butch. He looked at Garth then. "I wanna drink." "You know where the soda is -- go ahead and get some." "No, I want that kine!" he gestured to Garth's gin and tonic. Garth laughed. "Alcohol's for adults, not kids." "Even if they are twelve!" I added. Nelson frowned, and then made a sudden lunge for Garth's mug. The two of them grappled for a moment, Garth laughing and gasping with effort, Nelson frowning with fierce determination as he tried to clamber over Garth, who was holding the drink away at arm's length. "Get off me, you little monkey!" "I wannit!" "You're just a baby! You oughta -- oof -- you oughta be drinking milk from a bottle!" Garth was kind of a chunky guy who looked like he might have some muscles under those clothes, but all that alcohol probably wasn't helping his coordination. He was having a little trouble fending Nelson off. I admired Nelson's flexing, straining muscles glowing in the lamplight as the two of them struggled. "OK, OK, you can have some!" Garth finally cried. The boy stopped his struggle and stuck out his little hand. "Just a sip, that's all," Garth admonished, trying to sound firm. Garth gave him the mug. The boy immediately took a giant mouthful, then doubled over and sprayed that mouthful all over the floor of the veranda. "It's nasty!" he exclaimed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand several times as we crowed with laughter at him. "See, we told you!" Garth cried. Nelson scowled, and then plopped down on the floor of the veranda beside the door. After a moment Garth and I resumed our conversation. After a couple of minutes Garth happened to look over at Nelson, who had his hand down the front of his little shorts and was moving it around. Garth shook his head. "Man, he's always horny." He looked at the boy, then adjusted his own crotch. "See Nelson, now you're gonna get me horny too." I has to admit that my own cock wasn't as soft as it had been a few minutes earlier either. Just looking at the boy's beautiful little body and watching his feisty struggle with Garth had gotten me turned on. I began rubbing my crotch a bit lasciviously. Not my usual style, but what the hell. Blame the alcohol. The three of us sat silently, looking at each other, all of us more or less masturbating. Finally Garth turned to me. "Let's all go inside." I could hear the need in his voice and see it in his face. As I rose from my chair I decided that, whatever was going to happen in Garth's cabin, I was up for it. The three of us walked through the front room and straight into the bedroom. The first thing I saw -- I mean, you couldn't really miss them -- was four sets of handcuffs attached to chains affixed to the headboard of the bed. There were two more attached to the footboard. Oh boy. More and more interesting! And who, I wondered, would be getting restrained? Garth began wordlessly stripping. Seeing this Nelson dropped his shorts and kicked them off. My eyes locked in on the beautiful, curving cock arching up from his totally hairless groin. It would have been a big cock on any boy, but because Nelson was so little it looked immense, almost grotesque, but yet totally hot. My cock was suddenly at its full hardness. I hesitated only a second before stripping completely. The three of us eyed each other. Then Garth and Nelson exchanged looks, and a wordless communication seemed to pass between them. Suddenly, a decision apparently made, Nelson launched himself into the air at me and, clutching each other, we fell onto the bed. Nelson began writhing like a madman, kissing my face, biting my chest, squirming his hot hardness against my own, grabbing at my arms and clawing at my shoulders. I found myself grappling and clawing and biting right back. The boy's tight little body felt so good against me. Sober I would probably have muscled the kid onto his back and taken charge, but for some reason I was content this night to let Nelson feel his own strength, his own masculine power as tried to control me. I felt other hands on my wrist then. I looked up as I writhed against Nelson to see Garth looming over me. He looked a bit unsteady, like somebody who had had too much to drink. I was actually feeling a little unsteady myself. "Allow me." Garth smiled. I didn't resist as he gently drew my arm upward and fastened a cuff on my wrist. He went around the bed and did the same with the other wrist. So it was to be me, I thought. The chains were for me. It suddenly hit me, even through my drunken fog. This was what Garth's remarkable friendliness had been about! All the alcohol, all the fascinated questions! He was luring me into his web! We weren't just spontaneously falling into bondage sex -- it had all been planned! Maybe I should have been angry at being manipulated, but for some reason I wasn't. Instead I decided that I was going to get into this totally. Not my usual thing, but -- OK. What was it I'd said to Joon that one time, so long ago now? Something like, "you're only young once -- try everything?" Well this was something I'd never tried before -- so what the hell. I'd be a hypocrite not to take my own advice! Nelson rolled aside suddenly and Garth lifted one of my ankles then. He gestured to Nelson, who grabbed the other one. What were they doing? My question was quickly answered as they bent me double and secured my ankles to the headboard with a second, more widely spaced set of cuffs. So I was to be the Thanksgiving turkey, about to get stuffed! I closed my eyes then and began willing myself to relax. I felt someone clambering between my legs. Was it Garth? I opened my eyes. No, it was little Nelson, his face a mask of ruthless determination. Garth knelt next to him, squeezing some lube into his palm. Then, with tender care, he began slathering Nelson's dusky pink erection with it. Nelson's eyes were closed as he enjoyed his brief lube bath. My eyes locked onto Garth for some reason. The look on his face as he watched Nelson enjoy his brief cock massage shocked me. It was naked adoration. Once Nelson was slick and shiny with lube Garth retreated to a chair against the wall and began beating his nice thick cock steadily. Nelson positioned his knees a little closer in and bent his cock down. "God your cock's so big, Nelson! I don't know if I can take it!" I don't know where that came from, since it was a complete lie, but Nelson's little chest puffed out a bit and he got a satisfied look on his face. I decided then that I was going to do everything I could to intensify the boy's excitement. "Come on, put that huge cock in me. I want it! I don't care if you hurt me! I--YAAAH!" Without any preliminaries the boy slammed a good couple inches of his thick meat straight into me. "Oh God!" I cried, feeling myself spasm. The boy thrust harder, giving a loud snarl as he did so. "Fuck me, Nelson!" His lips curling almost into a sneer the boy grabbed my hair with both fists, pulled my head up, then slammed it down into mattress as he thrust more deeply into me, giving another wild yell. Then he proceeded to give me the most violent fuck I had ever experienced. Withdrawing a little he plunged in more deeply, then withdrawing, then plunging, he was in me all the way in about ten seconds. He lay there against me for just a few seconds, his heart hammering, his body sticky and hot with sweat. His breath came in little grunts and gasps. Then he sprang to life, pulled almost all the way out, and then paused. I looked up at him. His teeth were gritted, his lips grimacing, his eyes staring into mine. His small pectorals bulged, and for some reason my gaze fixed on an incredibly sexy vein that bulged out a little in the front of his shoulder. Then he plunged into me to the hilt, giving a yell. I felt really, really full. "Oh yeah," I gasped, kind of reeling from the sheer force of the little guy's passion. "Do it!" Nelson's organ felt like a forearm, not a cock. How big was he? Hard to estimate -- his dick looked so huge because his body was so small. Maybe 7 1/2 or 8 inches? And pretty thick too. He pulled it almost all the way out, then paused again, still staring at me. "YAAAAAHHH!" he bellowed, and slammed me deeply again. "Ah, God, you're so big, Nelson. Make me feel it, baby! Make me--AAAAAHH!" He slammed me again and again, at the same time roughly banging my head into the mattress. For another minute he tried to keep this pace, pulling almost out, pausing for a couple of seconds, then ramming all the way in. But in the end he was too young, his nerve endings too exquisitely sensitive. Maybe Garth or somebody had shown him how to prolong his fuck this way, but he just couldn't do it any longer. He gave in, and just began rabbit fucking me, snapping his little hips into me as fast as he could, the long-dicking now forgotten. He was going for the cum for all he was worth. Nelson moaned and yowled, grunted and yelled, bellowed and groaned on and on and on as he fucked. He wound his fists into my hair then, pulling it like crazy, and then I felt his teeth sink into my neck. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" he gurgled, writhing completely out of control now, his big cock just reaming me. "Your cock's so big, so hard!" I gasped into his ear as he panted into my shoulder. Suddenly he snapped upward, arching backwards, his eyes staring, unseeing, his cock still buried inside me. Sweat poured down his muscular chest and the plates of his belly as his body hovered, poised on the brink of ecstasy. Then he screamed and I could tell he had begun cumming into me. I heard another gasp and cry from across the room, and I knew Garth must be cumming too. "GRRRRAAAAHHHHH!" Nelson half-yelled, half-growled, flopping down onto me now, his hands grasping and clawing spastically at my biceps. With remarkable strength he held his little hips so hard against my ass it was like he was trying to force them into me along with his boy fluid pouring into me. Finally he gave two more tiny little thrusts and then his whole body suddenly went limp. He lay still, completely inert on me. "Ah, get off me man, you're killin' my shoulders!" The boy didn't move. In a moment I felt Garth's hands at my wrists, and in a few seconds my arms were free. "That was SO fucking hot!" Garth panted. His pale body glowed with sweat, and cock slime glistened at the end of his substantial cock, drooping now but still half erect. I said nothing, pretty wiped out myself, although I hadn't cum. Garth gently rolled the absolutely spent boy off me and then released the cuffs that held my ankles. I straightened my legs with relief. I hadn't realized it until then but my back was really aching. Garth sat back down and the two of us eyed each other. "I was wondering why you were being such a good host," I finally said, a little coolly. "Now I know." The guy looked pretty guilty. "I, um -- sorry, I don't want you to think -- I mean, yeah, I was trying to get you to . . . " "You could have just told me what you and Nelson wanted to do. There was no need to seduce me. I'm up for pretty much anything sexual. Especially with a hottie like Nelson." "Yeah? Hmm. Well, sorry, I didn't know. Most people . . . I mean, if I told them I'd want to tie them up and have a little kid fuck them while I watch, hardly anybody would . . . you know." "So this is what you do? I mean, it's your big turn-on?" The man nodded, eying me, waiting, I could see, for a sign of disapproval. I found myself feeling a little sorry for him. "Well, no harm done, I guess. It was actually pretty damn intense. He's gonna be a helluva top pretty soon." The man looked relieved. "Thanks for being a good sport. And you really are a cool guy to hang out with. I enjoyed our conversation a lot, actually." There was silence in the room, as we exchanged awkward smiles. "So, how about another drink?"