Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2021 17:29:15 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 52, and postscript Chapter 52 and Postscript For weeks it had been delay, delay, delay. For awhile there would be no news at all from Martin's Korean contacts. Then more paperwork was required. Finally our visas arrived, and so we figured things were moving along. But then -- no news again. And then came indications that it would be weeks more before Joon and I could leave for North Korea. At that point Joon and I resigned ourselves to a much longer wait. And for both of us that was really OK. Our relationships with James and Marco had entered a new and interesting phase. James and Joon had become nearly inseparable friends. They argued and philosophized together, worked on schoolwork together, and Joon had even persuaded James to begin working out with him and Byron. The only thing they almost never did together, oddly enough, was have sex. That didn't stop either of them from having sex regularly with both of us, however. That began as soon as Marco and I finally cleared the air about screwing each other's boy. And that, interestingly enough, was a conversation instigated by the boys, and supplemented with some intense exercise -- of a sexual sort, of course. Joon began it, trying to shock us with his bluntness, as was typical. "So are you guys done being all pissy about the other one marking your territory?" he asked me and Marco, a couple of awkward days after the four of us had had that memorable night of sex together in my apartment. "I mean, I don't care, but it's just weird how you're still walking on eggshells with each other." Marco and I eyed each other, both of us unable to stifle wry grins. "We need to know what's going on," James added. "We thought everything would be cool after -- you know -- the other night." "You guys are just frustrated because you haven't had sex with Marco or me for two whole days!" I snickered. "Oh yeah, sex with old guys is the center of my existence, all right," Joon snorted. "Yeah," grinned James. "It gives our lives meaning to do it with OLD guys." Marco and I perked up and stared at each other with raised eyebrows. "OLD guys!?" we cried in unison. There was a split second pause, and then, as if reading each others' minds, we pounced. In just a few seconds we had subdued our boys -- in truth, neither of them was fighting back too hard. At least, not at first. I had Joon on the floor of the apartment and was sitting on his chest. Marco had James in a headlock on the couch. "What'll we do with `em, Marco?" I yelled. "Teach `em some respect, that's what!" "Little boys with big mouths need to learn to keep them shut around their betters!" I agreed, giving Joon's cheeks a couple of soft slaps. I heard a thump from the couch behind me, and turning around, saw that Marco had wrestled James onto his front and was tugging the boy's shorts down. I watched as Marco opened his fly and began fisting his already semi-hard cock. His cock, I had discovered, was average size in length but very thick. It wasn't hard to see how, if he decided to get rough with a boy, he could easily punish his ass, as he'd done to Joon's. And that seemed to be what he had in mind now. My gaze was abruptly torn away from the two of them by a quick, sudden twist of Joon's body, throwing me to the side and off of him. I grappled for him but he wriggled away enough to jolt me in the chin with an open palm while at the same time somehow managing to twine his legs around me, scissoring me fast. Grappling for his wrists I was able to clamp one of his arms flat on the floor even as he tightened his grip on my waist with his legs. I wrestled him flat on his back and then dove downward and grabbed a hunk of his scrawny neck between my teeth, "YAH!:" he cried, snatching his head away and then, as I lunged for his neck again with bared teeth he rammed one hard, bony knee into my ribs and, as I recoiled, tried to get away again. "Come back here so I can fuck you, you little bitch!" I snarled, grappling for the waistband of his shorts and dragging them and his briefs nearly off all in one motion. Somehow, with a move so lightning fast I didn't even know what happened, he wriggled away completely, leaving me with nothing but a handful of clothes, but instead of trying to escape he jumped onto my back and rammed one hand down my backside, drawing my own shorts down. "It's time YOU got fucked!" he snarled, reaching around me and grabbing my limp cock. This was different! "No fucking way!" I shouted, struggling to my knees and trying to buck him off. "Gonna make YOU my bitch!" Joon snarled in my ear, and suddenly I felt the hot steel of his cock poking at my butt. Well THAT wasn't going to happen! I thrashed with renewed effort and managed to partially dislodge him, but before I could get to my feet he tripped me and then renewed his assault. For what seemed like several more minutes we continued, panting, gasping, and struggling. We banged against the table and something went crashing to the floor. Soon we were both naked and drenched in sweat. Considering that I probably outweighed him by at least fifty pounds and was still stronger despite all his time in the weight room, his ability to hold his own against me was amazing. As he gasped and growled I began to realize something was different. Our little battle was not our usual foreplay. This was something more for him. He wasn't just trying to escape, knowing I'd subdue him in the end. He wasn't giving in, as he eventually always had before. There was a new ferocity. He was wrestling for dominance now, for the right for the first fuck, the right to be on top. As I struggled with him, it really hit me that he was battling me for the same thing I always wanted. To force a hard cock into a reluctantly yielding hole. To plow the other's guts deep. Maybe even to hear the other whimper and plead. And the very thought of that, the realization that he really was battling me now for dominance, not just escape, hit my brain like some kind of drug. My brain and my cock. With a growl of rage I redoubled my efforts, and after a couple more minutes had him flat on his back, my body pressed fully against him, my eyes locked onto his fiery stare. At that moment I thought, felt, and wanted only one thing. To flip him over right then, to drive my aching cock deep into him, to feel him squirming and struggling helplessly underneath me. And then to hear his cries of pain gradually turn to groans of pleasure as I fucked him. My desire to utterly ravish him overwhelmed me. It took me several minutes of struggle, not to mention a bloody lip, but I finally got him onto his belly. And then, at last, as I lay my full weight on his sweaty, gasping body -- he surrendered. At that point, while my body still surged with lust, I could feel my rage begin to subside. Slowly I rose to my knees and sat back on his lower legs, alert for a surprise attack -- but none came. Joon was finished. I began caressing his back then, massaging him gently. I bent and kissed his neck. "You're so fucking hot," I whispered. My kneading hands then went to his muscular little butt. I massaged his ass -- it was tight and quivering. I trailed my finger down his crack. His ass trembled some more, moist, ready. I centered my index finger on his hole and slowly but firmly pressed inward. He grunted and shifted his hips just a little and my finger entered him an inch or so. "Show me you want it," I ordered. At once Joon came up onto his forearms, arched his back, and pushed his ass up against my finger, sliding more of it into him. I paused, waiting to see what he'd do. "Come on, do it," he panted. I wormed my finger around in his hot guts, gradually going deeper, tugging at his little hole, opening it up. Then I slowly pulled it out, lay down again on him, and tugged my blazing hot cock into place. He spread his legs wider for me. A wave of love swept over me at this. I kissed his neck again. "That's my boy." I felt around until I found his opening with my cock. Then I began to push. He slowly flowered open and we gasped together, united in pleasure. I realized that, now that the fighting was over, I wanted this to last. I withdrew in one long, slow slide, and re-entered him equally slowly. Then out. Then in. Again and again. His hips hunched and pulled, hunched and pulled in slow rhythm, responding to my tempo. I caressed his knotted shoulders, his sweaty biceps, his sinewy forearms. He lay, head turned to the side, with closed eyes and calm face, motionless except for the languorous grinding of his hips in response to my slow, delicious screwing. On and on we went like this. Suddenly there was a choked cry from the couch. I looked over and was shocked to see Marco and James locked in what seemed to be a murderous embrace. James lay on his back, his legs in the air, and Marco was fucking him violently, at the same time that he gripped James around the throat, choking him. As I watched, spellbound, James gave another strangled cry and snapped his head back. The two were suddenly motionless, Marco still strangling him. James' eyes bulged. I couldn't see James' cock from that angle -- his leg was in the way -- but I suddenly saw a jet of James' cum shooting up onto his gleaming black belly. Marco withdrew then from James and, with a bellow, slammed into the boy violently, throwing his head back in obvious ecstasy. The two were motionless again. Then came a desperate, muffled yowl from James and another shot of cum flew up even farther, all the way to his heaving chest. Still Marco choked him as he drew out from James, paused, and then pounded the boy's ass again, jamming his hips against his boy. James gave another strange, muffled, animal-like cry, and shot another wad of cum. I watched in amazement as this long-drawn-out mutual orgasm went on. Finally, just as James gave a terrifying gasp of asphyxiation, Marco released his throat. At this James clasped Marco's shoulders, digging his nails into Marco's skin, arched his chest, and, eyes squeezed shut, face twisted in sexual agony, came again, and then again. Then -- "Come on, man!" came Joon's pleading voice. My attention snapped back to my boy, but the scene on the couch had so turned me on I could no longer go slowly. I rammed Joon violently, and then began fucking him hard and fast. Without missing a beat Joon was right with me, hunching and squirming in time with my thrusts. "Huh. Huh. Huh," he gasped softly, as he rapidly slammed back at me, his ass searching for deeper and deeper penetration. James and Marco now forgotten I concentrated deeply on the sweet squeeze of Joon's ass on my cock, the stickiness of his skin under me. I kissed him again and again on his cheek, his neck, his ears. It was as if my hips had a mind of their own, tucking and digging faster and faster. I had no thoughts then, no words in my mind, just deeper and deeper ecstasy, as my body climbed to orgasm. Suddenly I felt his body break rhythm. His hands grappled against the wooden floor, and, as he gave a low, guttural cry, the sudden straining shudders of his slender body beneath me told me he was cumming. Not pausing I rammed him harder and harder, knowing I had a boy who cared nothing for pain, only for ecstasy, only for the climactic, shattering union of his body with mine, his pleasure with mine. My thrill climbed higher and higher and I savaged his body, now suddenly limp and submissive beneath me. "YAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I cried. He gave a little groan. "YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT?" I screamed. "Give it to me!!" he croaked. "Fuck me!! HARDER!!!!" `'I'll fuck you all right, bitch!!" I snarled, curling his shoulders up against mine so hard it was as if I wanted to press his body into my chest. My hips surged against him again and again, my cock on fire. "AAAAHHH!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" I cried, out of my mind now. Suddenly it hit. In a great starburst of pleasure I began cumming, waves of euphoria surging from my cock and throughout my whole body. "AAAHHHH!!! AAAHHH!!!" With a last great lunge I tucked my hips into his butt so hard he cried out in sudden pain, but I pressed still harder and harder as the great flood began pouring out of me at last, deep into his guts, a gushing flow of hot sperm, on and on, as my boy soaked my sperm, soaked me, into himself. At last it was over. I held him to me a long time, until my heart stopped pounding, and until my palm, resting flat now against his sweaty chest, felt a slowing heartbeat there too. I gently pulled out of him and rolled him over and we tucked into each other's arms. For the hundredth time I realized how perfectly his little body fit into my embrace. I pulled back after another minute and gazed into his face, as soft and relaxed then as I had ever seen it. He gazed into my eyes. With my thumb I gently traced along the line of his thin eyebrows. Then, with exquisite tenderness, I brushed my lips against his. He nibbled my lips gently in response. "You're the best, baby," I whispered. Joon just gazed at me, wordlessly. I gently drew my fingertips down his chest. As I drew them over his concave belly I felt the damp stickiness of his cum as it began to dry. Scooting down, I began licking his abs. "Oh Jeez," he snorted, trying and failing to feign disgust. "Gotta get every drop!" I replied. Sliding my tongue down farther I moistened the black back of the scorpion until it shone, then sucked a small gob of semen right at the base of the stinger into my mouth and savored its boyish starch. I carefully enveloped the whole stinger, swallowing the head down my throat. I luxuriated in holding my boy's power in my mouth. Then I let his organ very slowly slip through my pursed lips, still warm and partially hard. As I began to tongue Joon's sweaty balls I felt an arm come around my shoulders. I looked up into Marco's smiling and very relaxed face. "So what about it?" he asked. "Are we done?" "Done?" I asked. "Done being pissy?" "Yeah Marco," I said softly, smiling back. "We're done." "Good," exclaimed James, who dropped to his knees next to Marco and tucked against his side. I gazed at the black boy, his grin a mile wide, his damp skin glowing, his small, still-glistening cock swinging slightly as he moved. I looked at Marco. "He's beautiful, Marco," I smiled. "Inside and out. I can see why he's . . . your boy." Marco smiled knowingly. "But the thing is," I continued, "I -- I don't think I can resist him. He's . . . " "He's free to get fucked by who he wants to," Joon spoke up firmly from my arms. "That's right," agreed James quickly, with a firm smile of his own, his eyes darting from Joon to me to Marco. Marco looked at him, and James gave him a quick, wordless kiss. There was silence. "I think they're getting the better of us, Marco," I chuckled. Marco shook his head with a rueful smile and, for once, seemed to have no snappy comebacks. Joon suddenly shoved me off him, sat up, pulled Marco to him, and planted a big kiss on the man's surprised mouth. The two held their kiss a long time. Meanwhile, James and I shared a wordless, knowing grin. ************************* So, as we gradually adjusted to the idea of a much longer stay on the island, both Joon and I, independent of each other, began to think about the future. Barry, my editor, had told me my ongoing Young Lovers saga was soon to end. Although it had been a big success with readers, apparently, I knew the public always wants something new and different, so I wasn't at all surprised. I was actually amazed Barry had kept pushing me for more interviews, photos and video as long as he had. Although I didn't inform him of this I was coming closer and closer to deciding to resign from the magazine staff and become a full time Young Lovers employee. Manhattan, and my single life there, seemed farther and farther away all the time. Joon, meanwhile, was nearing the end of his junior year, and had recently shocked me by asking to use my computer to make some inquiries into universities. I stifled the urge to ask him what had happened his previously-stated plan of spending the rest of his life reading, smoking marijuana and jacking off. He had amazed me even more by actually showing up to take the SAT the one and only Saturday it was administered to eleventh and twelfth graders on the island. Of course he had done no preparation whatsoever, and had further indicated his disdain for the whole thing by staying up until 3 am the night before playing poker rather than getting a good night's sleep. I remember Byron asking him after the test, with some irritation, "Why did you leave in the middle?" "I was done," Joon had replied. "You paid for it -- you shouldn'ta quit halfway." I decided not to remind Byron I had actually paid for Joon's test. "I didn't quit. I told you, I was done. I answered them all." Byron stared at him then, probably trying to decide if Joon was serious or just showing off. Apparently, he had been serious. When test results came in a couple of weeks later Joon had scored a 1570 out of a possible 1600. "1570? That good?" Johnny had asked. Joon stared at the screen of my laptop. "770 on the math. That means I missed three. No way -- it was totally easy. This must be a mistake." "So does that mean you got a perfect score on the language portion?" I asked. "Brilliant calculation. I should have had you take the math part for me." Putting his nastiness down to disappointment in his score, I replied soothingly, "Well, 1570 is still a wonderful score, if I remember right. If you have really good grades too it should get you into just about any great school." With a start I realized I'd never paid attention to Joon's academic achievement before. "By the way, I guess I've never asked you -- how are your grades, anyway?" "Passable," was his noncommittal answer. I knew this had to be a gross understatement, but I was no mood to wrangle with him in his present temper. "Well, let me know if you need any help with the application process. Once you've decided where you want to go to school." Joon paused, then flicked a quick look at me. "Well, some schools want a letter of recommendation. Maybe you could . . . I mean, if you want . . . " He looked genuinely embarrassed to ask me for help. I realized it was something he never, ever did. I got up and gave him an unexpected kiss on the cheek. "Sure. I'll tell them you're damned smart and a fantastic fuck. You'd be a credit to any university." I looked over at Johnny, who had been listening silently to all this. He was swinging his legs back and forth under the chair, as he often did when he felt anxious. His little face looked misty. I went over to him and caressed his long hair. "And maybe, if you study real hard, you can go to a great university too, sweetie!" I exclaimed brightly. Tears were in his eyes and they flicked from Joon to me and back to Joon. I knew what he was thinking. That someday Joon would be gone. I looked over and saw Joon looking at us. There was silence. Then he stood up and began pulling his T-shirt off. "I'm taking a shower. You want one too?" With a grin, I stood and began stripping. Joon gave me a look of disgust. "Not you!" he snorted, knowing I knew perfectly well he'd meant his invitation for Johnny, not me. "No?" I cried, feigning surprise. "Mike can come too!" exclaimed Johnny, who was already slipping out of his shorts. I knelt and gave the little kid a big hug. "I already took my shower earlier. You enjoy yourself with Joon." I wiggled my eyebrows. "Make sure his cock is extra clean!" Never one to stay down for long, Johnny gave me a mischievous smile. "My spit better than soap!" he giggled. As the two of them headed for the bathroom, Joon cast a glance over his shoulder at me. "Good work," I mouthed to him. He almost, but not quite, smiled back. ********************** Joon and I soon settled into a really nice usually-but-not-always sex thing with Marco and James. The two of them often joined us at the apartment, sometimes with Parker and Johnny too, when they weren't busy with guests, and once even with Joe. Other evenings we spent time at Marco's place. It wasn't all just sex. It seemed sooner or later Joon and James would always get into a debate with me and Marco over something. Once it was the merits, or lack thereof, of video games. Once it was what the best position for sex was. (The debate naturally required several lengthy demonstrations so that key points could be properly illustrated.) We had a battle royal once over the existence of God. We tried playing an online trivia game one time but Joon and Marco got so competitive we had to stop before somebody got killed. Some of the best times were when we didn't really do anything, but just hung out together, usually naked, joking and talking about nothing. One night James and I were lounging on Marco's leather couch after some desultory kissing and licking and general fooling around. Joon, Johnny and Marco were in the bedroom doing some fooling around of their own. "So James, I've been wanting to ask you something," I said, nestling the boy cozily in the crook of my arm. "Hmm?" "Remember that night, a couple of weeks ago, when the four of us had that talk. You know, about . . ." "About whether you guys were done being pissy with each other?" he grinned. "Yeah. So you and Marco were doing it on the couch -- you were really going at it hard -- and he was choking you. What was that about? Is that like that auto-eroticism thing some guys do, where they choke themselves while they jack off?" "I don't know about that, but it's just something Marco showed me. It way intensifies your cum, right? It's almost like it's the only way to go." "Do you do it to him too?" He grinned wider. "We do lots of kinky shit! I don't think there's anything we haven't done." He said it just a bit proudly. "Bondage? Whips?" "Yeah, but I don't really like the whole S&M thing. Pain doesn't do it for me. I'm all about pleasure!" I caressed his semi-hard cock and gently cupped and fingered his balls. "And I'm all about giving boys all the pleasure they can handle!" He arched his eyebrows. "I can handle a lot!" "If I didn't know better I'd say you were flirting with me!" I laughed. "I don't need to flirt with you -- we both know you want me!" "Yeah, and we both know we're gonna do it, too, right here!" The boy grinned a happy little grin. One thing I loved about James was that for him sex was a truly joyful thing. I couldn't help but give him a long, tender kiss. When we broke apart, me tugging slowly and gently at his lower lip with my teeth, we kept gazing at each other. His face was soft and sweet. "Let me ask you something first, though," I said, gently and slowly stroking his cock over and over with a thumb and two fingers. "Where in the world did you learn all your sexual tricks? I assume that's Marco's tutoring too?" "Sure. He trained me for a long time." James shifted his hips and began a barely perceptible hunching in response to my stroking. "Yeah? How long?" James hesitated a fraction -- I could see he was deciding how candid he should be. "I was pretty young." "How young?" "Well, not too young. Old enough to cum like crazy when he first taught me." "Wet cum or dry?" He shrugged. "Don't really remember." "Very diplomatic. So tell me about your training." James snuggled more comfortably against me, closed his eyes a moment and sighed with pleasure as I jacked him off. Then he answered me. "Um, OK. Well, when we started we went real slow, right?. He took forever to open me up. Like, weeks. He'd put his finger in me, or sometimes two fingers, and then we'd just lie there. He'd tell me sexy stories, he'd compliment me on my looks and stuff, and tell me how much he liked me, right? Probably sometimes it was an hour, and he'd just cuddle me, and maybe move his fingers in me every so often, kind of like scissoring them, I guess gradually relaxing me down there." "He'd cuddle you just like I'm doing now." I gazed deeply into his eyes. "Yeah." The boy swallowed with some nameless emotion. "Interesting. It sounds like he wanted to really bond with you before he went any farther." "He told me it was like what Japanese men would do in the old days when they would break in their little boy lovers. Like, their little secret boys on the side. I guess they would start `em real early, when they were, like, little kids." "Wow. So Marco started you real young?" I was curious as to how young Marco's sexual tastes actually ran. It wasn't something we'd ever discussed. "I was ready. He always says that's the main thing. And I agree." James was smiling, but the firmness in his tone told me that he wasn't going to be telling me what I was really curious about, which was James' actual age when Marco first had sex with him. "So how long before -- more stuff happened?" "I don't know. Maybe a few weeks. He taught me to kiss, and how to touch a man's body. Man, he's like an expert toucher, right? He can almost make me cum just by stroking me -- and he leaves my cock totally alone." I smiled at him and gently trailed my fingertips down his narrow body a couple times, from his bowed collarbones to his wiry pubes. "Kinda like this?" James smiled. "The leaving your cock alone part, though," I grinned. "That's something I don't plan to ever do!" I gave his by now nearly erect cock a good squeeze. James squirmed a bit but continued. "He taught me to edge when he started sucking me. I swear there were times when he had me on the verge of cumming for like an hour." He snickered. "One time I started crying I needed to cum so bad!" "Wow." "And he taught me edging when I jacked off. He had this thing he'd do where he'd give me a target, like say 20 minutes, right, and if I could stay just at the edge for that long he'd let me do anything I wanted to him, but if I couldn't hold it then we couldn't have any more sex that night." "Did it work? Oh wait," I chuckled. "I remember! It definitely worked!" We both laughed. "And what about your -- well, your control while you're being fucked? "You mean my elastic ass?" James chortled. "That's what he calls it. Yeah, he taught me that once he starred to fuck me. He would put his cock in me and just stay motionless and I'd practice squeezing him as hard as I could. That's when I learned to control my orgasms too. He'd stay in me for hours, right? I don't know how he did it, cause he wouldn't cum but he'd stay totally hard. He'd move just a little in me and jack me just enough to bring me real close, and then I'd just practice hanging on the edge." "But your best trick of all is that thing where you stop your ejaculations at will and then start them. I bet it took forever to learn to do that! There's no way I'd have that self-control, I'm afraid!" "Mmm. At first I learned to do it by going into an altered state. Marco taught me meditation, and then I'd go from there into this state where I was sort of floating above my body. But I've done it so much now it's actually natural. I can just be in my regular state of mind." "Like right now?" I grinned. The boy's story was so interesting I'd been able to hold off, but by now James was fully hard, his body glowing with the beginnings of perspiration, and I was about at the end of my own ability to hold off. I kissed and nuzzled him a little, and he wriggled under me with pleasure. "I wanna feel that elastic ass," I murmured, caressing the satiny skin of his arm. "OK. But choke me when I get close, OK?" This took me aback, and I stopped stroking him a minute. "Really? What if I, like, do it too hard, or . . . " "I'll tell you when to choke me, and then you just keep doing it until I'm done cumming. It's amazing, you gotta try it. I'll do it to you after." "Wow. OK, I guess." I wasn't too sure about this choking thing, but I figured if a teenage kid could take it I could too. Right now, though, I wasn't going to worry about it, because I had a charming and beautiful boy squirming in my arms, and, I knew, full permission do whatever I liked with him. I was so hot for him, and he was so utterly responsive, in no time at all I was inside him. "Ah, yeah, deeper, OK? Don't hold back!" he gasped, as he lay under me, his legs over my shoulders. "Man that's as deep as it goes!" I couldn't help but laugh in the middle of my plunging into his guts. James crowed with delight. "Man, that's IT?!" At this I gripped the tip of his nose between my teeth and bit down gently. "AAAHH!" he cried, and made as if to push me off him. Instead I pulled most of the way out of him and then plunged back in emphatically. "Ahh, yeah!" he cried, gripping my shoulders to him as he jammed his ass up against me as hard as he could. "You like that, baby?" I gasped. In reply James suddenly clamped down on my cock. "YEOW!" I cried. "Ooh, man!" The grip of his ass muscles on my cock was like a large, powerful fist. Bracing my arms against the couch I pulled out with agonizing slowness, every quarter of an inch fiery with pleasure. But that was nothing compared to the exquisite feeling as I slowly drove back in. "Mmmmm," he murmured, eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face as I bottomed out. Of course I had to tenderly kiss him again and again, then withdraw, fighting the pressure of that fist, and drive into him again. We kept the slow, steady rhythm up for many minutes, our bodies becoming first a little sticky, then damp, then running with sweat. James was now bearing down only when I drove into him, then relaxing as I pulled out. I firmly stroked his glowing arms, his slick chest, his tensing thighs as we screwed. "Jack me," James urged. I grabbed his blazing 5 1/2 inches, reminding myself how much I appreciated the intense hardness of smaller cocks like his, which bigger ones never seemed to quite achieve. I squeezed it firmly and, settling into a rhythm that matched my drives into his guts, began jacking him off, squeezing hard as he squeezed my cock with his ass, then going more gently as I pulled back out. "Oh yeah," he breathed huskily. In another minute I began to feel the cum rise in me. I sped up the pace. James was with me all the way, gripping my shoulders with both hands. "Ah! ah! ah! ah!" he gasped softly as I thrust and thrust. Suddenly he cried, "Ok do it! My neck!" I was so into the simple pleasure of a great fuck I had totally forgotten about this part. Keeping one hand working his cock I grabbed his slender neck with the other just as he took a deep breath. I began pressing down. In a few seconds his body began to writhe spasmodically, his eyes to bulge,. I kept squeezing, kept fucking. His hands clawed the back of my neck desperately, and he made little choking sounds. I probably should have been worried about him, but I figured he knew what he was doing, and I was too far gone to stop now anyway. His ass had loosened a little and I was really able to pound him then, speeding up the pistoning of my cock into his young guts. My fist was flying up and down his surging cock. Suddenly James went rigid and still under me, his face a mask of shock. This was it. I eased the grip on his cock a bit but still stroked rapidly. Then came a little muffled whimper, and I could feel James' cock suddenly thicken and pulse. I looked down between us just as he gave a final, furious lunge, and saw his cum rip out of him and fly up to his sweat-shining breastbone. Remembering that Marco had kept choking James even as he came I kept my grip on his neck strong, my cock buried deeply in his guts. I felt his nails scrape my skin as he writhed and came again, a bolt of cream shooting all the way onto the back of my strangling hand. Then came another, still larger wad of boy cream. And another, as James gave a desperate wheezing gasp, his orgasm still trembling violently through him. He looked at me, bulging eyes desperately pleading for mercy. I withdrew and slammed into him again, not wanting to free him, fired by his complete submission. A final, smaller gob of jizz flew onto a nipple and then I heard a barely audible gasp: "OK!" I let go of his neck and, as he took in a great, panicked lungful of air I withdrew, gripped his small biceps with both hands and then drove hard into him, and again, and again, letting him know by the fire of my thrusts and the strength of my grip that I was in total control of him. His body was suddenly completely limp. I fucked on and on, the pleasure rising, intensified by the look of complete surrender on James' face as he gazed wordlessly up at me, still panting like a distance runner after a race. My eyes closed as I writhed against his little body. Suddenly I heard something. I looked down. He gasped again: "Let me suck you!" He said it quickly, almost desperately. Without any concern for him I stood and jerked my cock completely from his body, and before I could even move James twisted under me urgently, lashed once arm around my waist, and gobbled my dick down, slamming his face into my lap with surprising force. I moved into a better position as he began roughly swarming his tongue all over my cock, oblivious to whatever ass juices and precum were coating it. The pleasure was intense, and I went from being forceful, almost violent, to passively allowing the boy to follow his sexual instincts. I watched the sweaty little muscles of his shoulders and upper back tense and crawl as he eagerly worked me over. Gently now, I began caressing those beautiful little black muscles, drawing my hand down his curving spine, trailing over his sweaty ribs. James grabbed my butt firmly with both hands then and really went to town, licking, slobbering, nipping, sucking, gnawing, driving me closer and closer to my climax. I could feel it building, like some great storm gathering on the horizon. I grabbed his woolly head with both hands and began pumping my cock into him. I could feel him relax his throat and I began fucking rapidly. It's rare that any boy can take a cock rammed quickly and repeatedly right down his gullet, but James adapted instantly to my aggressive thrusting. Suddenly James thrust a finger up my ass at the same moment that he pulled back suddenly and fluttered his tongue right on my frenulum. Without warning my climax hit. "YAH! AH FUCK!!!:" I cried, as the first bolt of cum shot straight into the boy's mouth. Lashing my cockhead like mad he spread my fuck cream around and around it, driving me crazy with the delicate, ticking sensation. "AHH! GOD!! YAH!!" Out of my mind with lust I tried to ram deep into him again, reaching for deeper satisfaction, deeper ecstasy, but the boy held my hips away from him so he could keep torturing my cockhead and gulping my cum. I was so out of my mind I wasn't sure, but I think I grabbed his hair in my fists so hard he grunted in pain, but even then his magical tongue never stopped torturing my cockhead as I shot again and again into his hungry mouth. Finally I was done, and with a groan I collapsed onto the couch, covering James' slim, sweaty body with my own larger one. I gathered him to me and our arms went around each other. I was too blitzed to move, but James found my lips with his and kissed me tenderly over and over. It was wonderful to lie there with this sweet, sexy boy, a boy who enjoyed our sex together every bit as much as I did, and who I knew was now luxuriating in the afterglow of our coupling. I nuzzled his neck and nibbled the sweaty skin there. He grunted softly with pleasure. I pulled back so I could gaze into his eyes. There was a peaceful smile on his face as we stared into each other for a long time. I think when we're enjoying life, when we're immersed in the moment, we assume that what we have then, what we're enjoying, will always be there. That the good times will last indefinitely. I didn't know it then, but that was the last time I would lie with James in a loving embrace for a long time. For all I knew, it would turn out to be the last time ever. **************** The very next day it finally happened. It came from out of nowhere. "Ho-Kim is ready to meet you! You need to be on the noon plane out today. Your flight from Manila is leaving tonight!" Martin seemed in no mood for argument. Joon and I had barely an hour to pack and say our goodbyes. One thing I had learned about my boy was that sudden changes, anything unexpected, bothered the hell out of him. From the moment I'd dragged him out of his physics class to get back to the apartment with me to pack Joon had been in a vile mood. "We might as well be living in that fascist hell-hole ourselves -- we're jerked around just like they are," Joon groused, throwing clothes violently into a duffel bag. "Yeah, except we have a few luxuries the North Koreans don't have. Like, you know, food." Joon glowered. "Anyway, how do you know it's so bad?" I continued. "`Fascist hell-hole?' Who'd you get that idea from? Your parents?" As I said it I realized this would really annoy him. He scowled. "Anyone who know's what's going on knows that place is shit." "Maybe that's all just slanted Western media bias!" He stared at me wordlessly and then resumed his haphazard packing without comment. "You're no fun!" I said with a dismissive snicker. He suddenly wheeled on me, his face dark with anger. "Don't fuck with me! You do that shit all the time! You're not nearly as fucking funny as you think you are!" It was the stress of the unexpected departure that was behind this outburst, I knew. I kept my face and body calm, but I slowly stood up. I stepped toward him. He stood silently, smoke coming out of his ears. His fists were balled. Very slowly I raised my hand and touched his cheek with one finger. He remained motionless, unflinching, but fiercely held my eyes with his. I carefully drew my fingertip down his soft, hairless cheek. I spoke softly. "You're right. I was provoking you. Take a look and tell me why." "Shit!" he spat, and angrily slapped my hand away. I was on him in a split second, and for once his lightning-fast reflexes seemed to desert him. I grabbed his arms with both hands, clamped them to his sides, and held him still, pressing him hard against the wall so he couldn't knee or trip me. I looked deeply into his eyes. We both remained still, his body rigid as steel in my hands. "Joon, are you my boy?" Rage and frustration chased each other over his gaunt face. In that tense moment I found myself marveling at how this lively, expressive face had replaced the stone mask he used to show to the world. Finally I felt his body relax. "Yes." "Yes, and I'm glad I am." He inhaled with a sharp hiss, then exhaled. "Yes, and I'm glad I am." I nodded, released him, and slowly drew my fingertips to his throat. Then I drew them down over his chest and belly. I stopped at the waistband of his shorts, then drew them downward even more slowly. I cupped my hand over his cock and squeezed. It was hardening as I held it. I firmly stroked it as I let my eyes fall into his. He swallowed, and his eyes accepted my entry. The tension in his face began to subside. I stepped back. "Take your clothes off." He paused. "Do we have time for this?" His voice betrayed irritation. I was silent, gazing at him. He began to strip and in a moment the scorpion's stinger pointed right at me. He stood calmly, waiting. "On your knees!" I ordered. He immediately knelt before me. I stepped forward until my crotch was inches from his face. I looked down at him and waited. I wanted to see if he could feel what I wanted. I suppose it wasn't too hard for him to read my mind. He reached up to unfasten my pants. I slapped his hand away. "Ask first!" The second I slapped his hand rage washed over his face, but he maintained control. "May I please suck your cock?" His voice was thick with emotion. "Look inside. Notice what you need. Don't just do it because I want it -- you're not my bitch anymore. Wait until you can feel the need in yourself. Take your time." He swallowed and licked his lips, and his eyes glazed over. He swallowed again, then let out a breath. "OK, I can feel it. It's . . . " he paused. " . . . something I need." His voice was soft and resigned. "You still don't like it, though. That you need it." He shook his head no. "Grab your erection." He did so, and waited. "Why did it get hard?" He looked uncomfortable but, to his credit, he didn't avoid the truth. "It turns me on to . . . " "To what?" "To be controlled." "Yes. Take down my pants and expose my cock. Good. Now keep looking at it and stroke your cock slowly. That's it." I caressed his head. He looked up at me wordlessly. His submissiveness went straight to my cock and it got even harder. "Now lick your lips and put them against my cock . . . yes . . . now close your eyes. Stay like that a minute, and then when you can feel your need, suck the head of my cock in all the way." He was motionless. Then suddenly he pulled his head away, eyes squeezed shut, took a deep breath, paused a moment as if gathering his willpower, and then grabbed my cock and forcibly shoved the entire head into his mouth. "Aaahhh," I sighed, closing my eyes. "Do it, Joon." His tongue slid and writhed over my glans. Then his cheeks hollowed, and I surrendered to the beautiful suction as he slid further down my cock. His eyes were closed, and I tenderly guided his head downward. "Jack yourself off, but slowly," I instructed. "Make it last." His tongue lashed at my cumtube as he drew back, then down again, then back. As he stroked himself the tip of the black stinger appeared and disappeared at the top of his fist. After another minute I began gently easing forward and back, slowly fucking his mouth. Feeling this he gripped my butt with both hands, inhaled loudly though his nose and redoubled his efforts. He was plunging most of the way down my cock now, then up, then down again, then up. He twisted his head this way and that, alternating heavy and light pressure with his lips, his tongue constantly writhing. The pleasure was intense, and that, coupled with my excitement at his mixture of enthusiasm and submission, had me close to cumming in a hurry. I made a quick decision. I jerked my cock from his mouth, kicked my pants off and squatted next to him as he stared, open mouthed in surprise, his thin red lips glistening. I pushed him down and lay down next to him, my head toward his feet, in sixty-nine position. "Keep sucking," I instructed gruffly. I felt him grab my cock and stuff it greedily into his mouth. I learned forward, held his rigid organ, and inspected the ebony stinger. Its tip glistened menacingly with precum and its sides shone dully, like a drawn black sword. It was fully engorged with blood. Because Joon's cock was slim and there was very little coronal ridge flaring out from the body of his organ it really did make a pretty good approximation of a huge stinger. I caressed it gently with a finger, and Joon jerked as I tantalized his frenulum, just barely stroking my fingernail up to his urethral opening and down, feeling the sticky fluid oozing from his slit. Even right up to the opening the skin was inked. I wondered again at the fact that Joon had somehow managed to stay hard through the discomfort. Gripping his lean, flexing buttocks I pulled his cock into my mouth and felt the warm firmness slide over my tongue, bump the back of my throat, and slide a couple inches down inside me. Pursing my mouth hard I drew back until just the head was in my mouth, and I lodged my gripping lips behind his cockhead. Then I tucked the very tip of my tongue against his urethral opening and fluttered it like mad. His body jerked at that and he gave a muffed grunt as he surged downward on my cock, taking it all the way. After that, it didn't take long. We went at each other like a house afire, and we both came spectacularly. It was somehow even more exciting knowing that a plane sat on the tarmac a few hundred yards away, waiting for us, that we were almost late, that we had to hurry. Hurry to have our last orgasm before leaving the island . . . for how long? It was supposed to be only for a few days. As we told Johnny as he hugged Joon goodby, we'd be back before any of us knew it. The boy had looked up at us both, blinking away tears, his little face sorrowful yet trusting, trying to be hopeful. As Joon and I walked up the ramp to board the plane, though, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe we'd be gone -- longer. That maybe, when you're the guest of an egomaniac in a fascist country, a lot can go wrong. Maybe very wrong. I paused at the top of the steps before entering the cabin and turned and looked at the resort, the lush green jungle behind it, and out to the sea, sparkling now in the noonday sun. A premonition hit me then. I was looking over the place as if for the last time. Author's Note: I received the above dispatch from Mike Sanders a couple of months ago. He sent it to me from the plane as he was on his way from Manila to Beijing. Since then I have heard nothing from him, and under the circumstances do not really expect to. Throughout Mike's time at Young Lovers he sent me many stories. Of these I have chosen to print perhaps a third. In his side note to me that accompanied the above chapter he asked me to refrain from publishing any more until he returned from North Korea and contacted me, and I am honoring his request. Of course, that seems very unlikely to happen now. The general facts of his disastrous adventure in North Korea, the killing, and the dramatic escape, along with the lurid details of Ho's depraved organization that finally saw the light of day, were of course media fodder for several weeks once the South Koreans got wind of the whole thing and released the story to the press. These facts are common knowledge and need not be repeated here. I know no more than anyone else about exactly how or why the dramatic evens occurred. I will venture only that I do not believe for a minute the speculation that Mike Sanders had gone there with some secret intention of killing Ho on behalf of the man's business competitors or the South Koreans. I believe he really was intent on doing a legitimate feature article, while at the same time following Martin Kramer's instructions to find out what went on behind the scenes at Ho's now-notorious boy sex operation. Knowing as much as I've learned about the two of them from reading Mike's stories, I would guess it was the boy, not he, who killed the Korean businessman and his aide. This would doubtless shock some, who would reject out of hand the notion that a sixteen-year-old boy could penetrate the security surrounding one of the wealthiest men in Asia and commit murder. But we must recall that the boy was brilliant and strong-willed, with a vengeful nature, and that his lover had been abused repeatedly at the hands of Ho's customers. And the boy was also a highly proficient martial artist -- apparently the most gifted his instructor, the esteemed Kenji Watanabe, had ever taught. The rumors that the two dead men were killed not by weapons but by blows confirm my suspicions, in my own mind, at least. I must ask readers to refrain from besieging me with curious questions about Sanders' current whereabouts -- I am just as much in the dark as everyone else about that. In fact I have no more idea than anyone else if he and the boy are even alive and in hiding somewhere. It is known that they escaped the country with at least one accomplice, but it is certainly likely that some of the North Korean government's goons, or someone else, eventually found them. If they did we'd probably never hear about it. When a figure of the importance and, let's face it, notoriety of Ho-Kim is killed, you can bet there are plenty of people with all kinds of motives-- most of them unsavory --out looking for the perpetrators. I can only say I hope Mike is still alive. For all his sexual obsessiveness and occasional manipulations, he seemed like he tried to be a good person. And I hope the boy is with him. It was obvious to me, as I'm sure it was to attentive readers, that this kid Joon was the love of his life. Perhaps there's only a slim chance that they have survived, but I do hope that they're somehow still alive. Perhaps they're hiding on some out-of-the-way island or in an anonymous apartment in some chaotic Asian city. I hope they are. And if they still live -- no doubt existing in pervasive fear for their lives -- I hope they are sometimes able to find a measure of peace in each other's arms.