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Subject: “Young Lovers,” Chapter 28 Chapter 28 I pushed Lawrence gently down onto the bed, and he sat without resistance. I closed the door, flicked off the light and turned on the bedside lamp. I turned to him. “Lie down.” My voice was gentle but firm. The boy slowly obeyed, eying me suspiciously. I took a moment to admire the perfection of his body. I couldn’t help but notice the glistening head of his huge, flaccid cock as it still drooled a bit, lolling over his hip. I plucked a couple of tissues from the bedside table. “Scoot over,” I gestured. He eyed my erect cock warily. “What for?” “Well, you need a little cleanup.” He extended his hand for the tissues. “I can do it.” I held his gaze and didn’t give him the tissues. “Yeah, but I’m going to.” Anger began stealing over his face. “I won’t hurt you, Lawrence,” I said softly. I placed my other hand gently on his muscular shoulder. He very slowly dropped his hand in submission. I sat next to him, still holding his gaze. Then I reached out slowly and dabbed gently at his lip, where blood was drying. Then I carefully swabbed the head of his cock. He flinched a bit at my touch. “Still sensitive?” I smiled. “Don’t blame you. That was a massive orgasm you just had.” Lawrence smiled a bit, looking awkward. I reclined next to him. After a hesitant moment he scooted to give a me a little more room. I tossed the tissue aside and propped my head in my hand. “Tonight probably wasn’t how you imagined your first sex to be, huh?” He smiled slightly and shook his head, still looking tense, his eyes still flicking to my cock, obviously unsure about what was going to happen next. Actually, I had no idea myself. I was going on instinct, as I had learned to do more and more in my interactions with boys on the island. I decided on the direct approach. “Hey, you look like you’re not sure about me.” I put my hand on his shoulder again and shook it gently. “Relax, man, we’re just gonna talk, alright? I’m not gonna do anything to you.” As I heard myself say this I reflected that this probably wouldn’t turn out to be true. At least I hoped it wouldn’t. “So you usually think of yourself as straight, right?” He frowned. “Yeah!” he exclaimed, as if this were obvious. Yet his big liquid eyes held mine, asking for something more. “When everybody else was getting naked and hard you stayed soft.” He nodded. “But yet when Joon sucked you you had a fantastic orgasm. I could see you were totally into it. It felt great, didn’t it?” He said nothing but held my gaze almost pleadingly. “Didn’t it?” I asked again, softly. My eyes held his. “Yeah.” “So what does that mean, I wonder.” “I dunno,” he murmured. “Well, one thing that I think is that, when the pleasure gets great enough, the sex of the other person doesn’t matter as much. Maybe a guy who’s, like, a great lover of women can have great orgasms with a guy if there are no women around.” I let that sit there. He just held my gaze, still silent, still unsure. It suddenly hit me what that was I’d seen in his eyes, behind his eyes, all along. It was vulnerability. Vulnerability and yet also a kind of willingness — eagerness, almost. I hadn’t realized it because it so didn’t fit with that muscular body, that streetwise, Mexican tough-guy persona. I resolved to hold him gently with my words. “You heard what Cu said,” I continued. “Most of the boys here are basically straight. But they’ve learned what you’re starting to learn, which is that good sex is good sex, no matter who it’s with. They’re having fantastic orgasms, making a ton of money, and when they turn 18 they can go back to being as straight as they want.” He was hanging on every word. “Most of them don’t, though,” I added casually. I waited. “They don’t?” His voice finally came, a bit hoarse. I shrugged. “When you learn to be confident, to not be afraid, you can just be sexual. Do it with whoever you want, not do it when you don’t want. I mean, people make it too complicated, you know? Forget the labels. Gay, straight, transgender, bisexual, trisexual . . . ” He frowned. “What’s trisexual?” I grinned. “That’s a guy who’ll try anything sexual!” The boy gave a smirk and sank back onto the pillow. He was starting to relax. I gently placed a hand on his belly. He flinched but then allowed it. “So when are you going back to San Antonio?” “I dunno. This guy has to talk to me. The head guy.” “Yeah, I guess Martin won’t be back for a few days yet.” I paused. “You’ve spent all your poker money, right?” He dropped his eyes in embarrassment. I caressed his arm a bit. “I meant what I told you before, Lawrence. Everybody makes mistakes. It’s OK.” He was silent, still looking guilty. “You do like money though, right?” I grinned. He smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Wanna make some quick money in a hurry? Way more than you made at poker?” He looked at me. “How?” “There’s guys who’ll pay a lot to suck this big beautiful cock. I bet my buddy Marco could set you up with at least one guest, maybe two, before you leave. You’ll have some great orgasms and you won’t be any gayer than you are now, but you’ll be richer!” He considered this. “How much?” he asked in a small voice. “Rough estimate?” I considered, then named a figure. His eyebrows shot up. “Just for, like, one or two queers — I mean, uh, gay guys? These guys are rich or something?” “Some of `em. And remember, they actually pay way more, because Young Lovers takes their cut too. You only get half.” “Dang!” He thought awhile longer. “What if . . . ” he began. I waited, my hand resting now on his bicep. “What if I stayed longer? Til I made, like, a lot of money?” I smiled to myself. “Well, that’s what a lot of these guys are doing. Like Cu said, some of the kids you play poker with — Nilai, Derek, Joon — they’re all straight, more or less. Some of the guys here have made a shitload of money.” He frowned. “I don’t wanna get fucked, though.” I frowned too and paused a bit theatrically. “Hmm. Well, that might be a problem. The guests here pay a lot and they usually want more than just cocksucking. They’ll probably want to fuck you. And for you to suck them too.” He grimaced and glared. “I’m not doin’ that!” he said forcefully. “Hmm, too bad. Course . . . if somebody had asked you yesterday if you’d like to get your cock sucked by a guy I bet you’d have said `no way’ to that too! And look what you’d have missed!” “Yeah, but sucking a guy’s cock — that’s messed up!” “You didn’t like it when you tried it?” “I never tried it!” “Then how do you know it’s messed up? And how do you know that you wouldn’t like to get fucked? Lots of guys love it once they learn to do it. Listen, let me tell you something about Joon. You know he’s my boy, right?” Lawrence looked blankly. “What do you mean?” “He and I have a deep, special bond. I love him.” I let that sink in. Lawrence swallowed and held my gaze. “And even though he’s basically straight he has sex with me. And his favorite thing is to get fucked.” Lawrence blinked. I could tell it was hard for him to wrap his mind around this. “Johnny is his boy, and Joon fucks him. And if there were girls here he’d probably want to fuck them too. But whenever I feel like it I screw Joon. And he loves it. He has massive orgasms when I do it.” The boy was glazed over. I decided he was ready for the coup de grace. It perhaps required a white lie, but I didn’t hesitate. “He’s as straight as you, Lawrence, ” I said softly. “And if you learned to do it right, you’d enjoy getting fucked as much as he does. You’ve just got to trust and not be afraid. And you need somebody to teach you.” Silence. “Who?” the boy whispered. I could tell by how he looked at me that he thought I would say it would be me. “Whoever you choose. Whoever you trust. Somebody you can tell isn’t just using you for sex but cares for you and respects you.” I let that sink in. The boy stared up at the ceiling and was quiet for a long time. Finally he turned to me, exasperated. “It’s fucked up, though!” “Tell you what. Let’s forget all about sex for right now. I think you need to learn to relax and trust people. When you’re relaxed and not on guard against everybody it will be easier for you to figure out what you’re willing to do sexually. OK? So just turn over onto your stomach now.” “What’re you gonna do?” His face was wary, but I noticed he had already begun to turn over. His mind was hesitant but somewhere inside he was ready. I put my hand on his arm and stopped him. “Be honest. What are you afraid of?” He bristled. “I’m not afraid!” His eyes flicked rapidly to my cock and away again. “OK, then, what are you worried about?” “Just don’t try to fuck me or nothin’!” I patted his shoulder and squeezed it, then made my face serious. “Lawrence, listen to me. Just because my cock’s hard doesn’t mean it controls me. I’m in charge of what I do, not my dick! I promise you, I will not touch you sexually unless you ask me to. Otherwise I’m just gonna give you a nice massage. Have you ever had a real massage? Like, from a professional?” He shook his head no. “Well, I’m not a professional, but they tell me I’m pretty damn good. So just lie down and quit worrying.” I found myself repeating something I’d said once to Byron. “Let yourself have pleasure. Your body’s built for it.” The boy slowly acquiesced then, finally lying flat on his belly, and I gently drew his arms from under his chin to down by his sides. I then reached into the nearby drawer and pulled out a brand new bottle of massage oil. “Ah, this is the good stuff!” I exclaimed, flipping the spout open. “OK, Lawrence, I’m gonna go over you lightly at first, just to get you used to my touch, and then I’m konya escort gonna go deeper. Muscular guys like you usually like firm pressure. If I push too hard at any time you tell me. OK?” “OK,” he murmured, sounding very much as if he were already relaxing. As I filled my palm with a big puddle of oil I admired again the dusky perfection of his young body. “I’m gonna start on your back, so I’m gonna sit on your legs, OK? It’ll be comfortable.” “OK.” I straddled the boy and settled down onto his firm thighs. Then I began spreading oil over his back. His skin was soft and a little sticky in the overly warm room. Before long, as I stroked over and over up the center of his back and then down again to his waist I felt his body relaxing and settling down a bit more into the mattress. I began feeling relaxed too, as I slowly dropped into that alpha state I always experience when I give a massage. I loved the firm flexibility of Lawrence’s body, as his muscles yielded a bit under my increasingly firm pressure. I marveled at the perfection of his back — not bulky, still trim and boyish, yet with a latent strength. I gripped the muscles of his neck as they broadened out toward his shoulders and kneaded them firmly but gently. I thought I heard a sigh as I splayed my fingers and pressed them up the back of neck and onto the back of his head. His slightly wavy black hair lay soft against the back of my hands as I massaged his scalp. After a good twenty minutes spent on his back and neck his body was extremely relaxed. I leaned forward and whispered, “So far so good?” “Yeah,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “I’m gonna do your legs now, including your butt. Remember, this isn’t sexual. Just relax and enjoy it.” With that I slid off him and scooted down next to his ankles. Getting some more oil on my hands I began working on the back of his thighs. I had noticed earlier his legs had no hair at all except for a bit along his shins, and my hands now slid smoothly along his warm, hairless skin. After several passes from the back of one knee up to just below one round, succulent ass cheek I pushed both hands firmly up over the mound of his butt to his waist. I felt his muscle clench in alarm, but then, after a second, release. “That’s it,” I murmured soothingly. Again and again I stroked up the back of his leg from knee to waist, digging into his butt each time with the heels of my hands. Then I did the same on the other leg. Finally I began working my finger tips into his butt, kneading and digging into the dense tissue there. I felt no resistance at all now from Lawrence. I stopped and gently slid his legs a bit farther apart. I wanted to get a glimpse off his most vulnerable spot. The spot I hoped one day to explore — with my fingers, with my tongue, and yes, eventually with my cock. Kneading the muscles of his ass again I now was able to open his ass up enough to glimpse his little pucker. I even was able to get it to yawn open a bit, pushing his flesh up and outward with my thumbs. Where he had been tense and on guard earlier, he now seemed utterly compliant. I gripped his butt as if I had two fistfuls of dough, kneading and stretching, opening his ass up over and over. I almost — but not quite – gave in to the temptation to draw a finger directly down over his dark pink rosebud. At the last second I held back. He was yielding really well and I didn’t want to spook him now. I finished with his backside by making long stroke after long stroke, up from his strong calves all the way to his neck, feeling how relaxed his whole body was. Finally it was time to have him turn over. “OK, Lawrence, let’s turn over now so I can do your front.” The boy lay motionless. I gently massaged his neck and waited. Finally he roused himself and turned over onto his back. His face looked sleepy. I caressed his neck. “How’s this feeling so far?” I asked in a soft voice. The boy smiled weakly. “Good.” “You starting to trust me a little bit?” “I guess.” “So I’m gong to massage your front now. And remember — your cock and your balls aren’t part of a massage.” His half-closed eyes held mine. “I don’t touch anybody sexually unless they want it. Just close your eyes now.” The boy complied. I decided to begin by working on his feet. As I slid down farther I couldn’t help but notice his cock. I mean, there’s just something about 7 1/2 thick soft inches that tends to attract my attention. And I confess that, as I began pressing the ball of one foot with my thumbs, massaging his ankles and squeezing each individual toe, my eyes strayed more than once to his big organ. I found myself remembering how magnificent his cock had been hard. Of course Lawrence wasn’t going to get an erection so soon after the powerful orgasm he’d just had not a half hour before, I thought. And I was definitely going to keep my promise to him and not try to arouse him. This would just be a nice, sensuous, pleasure-filled experience for him, and a gratifying one to me too, as someone who loves to give a boy what he wants and needs. Or so I thought. That’s why I was so shocked when, after another few minutes of massage, adding more oil and then working on his calves, then thighs, then beginning on one arm, I noticed the boy’s cock seem to stir. Was it my imagination? I watched it intently as I kneaded Lawrence’s forearm with my thumbs. After a moment it actually sort of lurched and then began to lengthen. My eyes flicked to Lawrence’s face. He was watching me. I gave him a grin and a wink. After another minute his cock began straightening itself, curving up to his navel. “Shit,” he muttered. I waited, saying nothing. “Can I ask you something?” he asked, his voice quavering just a bit. “Of course.” “When they, like, augmented me . . . ” I nodded encouragingly as he hesitated. “Did they, like, do something to make me more . . . ” “More horny?” I guessed. “Yeah.” “I don’t really know, Lawrence. Does it seem like you get hard a lot quicker now than before?” “Hella quicker!” he exclaimed. I began kneading his palm. “Well, maybe it’s just coincidence. I mean, it’s normal for guys who are, what, 14? 15? to get hard a lot. I remember when I was in eighth grade, ninth grade, I’d be siting in class hard all the time. And I was jacking off at least twice a day, even more sometimes. It didn’t seem to matter — my horniness would come back real quick. You too? He nodded. His eyes searched mine. I wanted to kiss him. To reassure him. “Since Joe augmented you how often do you jack off?” I gazed at him calmly, trying to let him know it was no big deal to be talking like we were. He looked irritated. “I dunno.” The question made him uncomfortable. “Hey, getting hard, jacking off, fucking — it’s normal, man! It what guys do!” I straightened his arm out and began slowly stroking him all the way from wrist to shoulder, over and over. He still locked at me, his expression unreadable now. I continued. “To me, horniness just means you need sex. It’s like a message to you from your body. It’s like your body’s saying to you, `Hey, man, get me some sex!’ You know?” He continued to gaze at me. I looked down. His huge cock was now fully hard, stretching far past his navel, and turned now from dusky brown to a dull pink, the cum tube standing out more strongly from the rest of the shaft. As I watched he couldn’t help but open his legs a trifle wider and hunch his hips a tiny bit in response to his rising excitement. I felt my throat go dry as I admired him. “Tell you what. While I work on your other arm why don’t you just play with your cock a little bit? It’s just begging for a little attention, right, all hot and hard?” I let my eyes fall into his. He licked his lips, and looked worried suddenly. “You gonna try and mess with it?” He could read the desire in my face. “I told you. I’m gonna do what you ask me to do. Right now, I’m giving you pleasure by massaging you. If you want some other kind of pleasure from me, I’ll give you that too. But you gotta ask for it.” He squirmed and for the first time his hand strayed to his cock. “That’s it, man, play with it. Just close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure.” I adjusted my position then, and began massaging his shoulders. He closed his eyes and began stroking his cock slowly. Eventually I worked down onto his chest, caressing his sturdy pectorals. I began paying extra attention to his nipples next, caressing them with a fingertip, pinching then gently, stroking the sensitive skin just outside them, then returning to his chest muscles, then back to his nipples again. “Do you know that the nipples are the only part of a man’s body that’s made of the same type of tissue as your cock?” I murmured. “So this is as close as I can come to touching you sexually without actually, you know, stroking your cock . . . or your balls . . . ” The boy swallowed, his eyes still closed. “Try this,” I suggested. “Instead of grabbing your cock with your whole hand, just use one fingertip and trace it slowly over your cockhead. Go ahead, try it.” After a second the boy let go of his cock and then began tracing a fingertip over his organ. He gasped softly. “Good, huh? Now slowly go down the middle of it to your balls . . . that’s it. Now if I was stroking you what I would do is just stroke your balls real softly, and with my other hand, I’d keep stroking your cock, with just one finger. I can almost feel how good it would feel if I was stroking you like that . . . try it.” The boy did so. His lips parted and he gave another little gasp. After a minute I placed my palms together in the middle of his chest, then drew them downward slowly, slowly, until, just as my fingertips brushed the top of his pubic konyaaltı escort hair his hips gave an involuntary little twitch. I separated my hands then, drew them outward to his hips, and then pressed them downward onto his upper thighs, my thumbs digging gently into his groin on either side. I performed this stroke several more times. By the time I had finished his thick, arching cock had actually risen, straining, an inch or two above his belly As I watched it I saw it was throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The boy grabbed it in his fist, giving a tiny groan. “No, no, not yet, Lawrence,” I cried, grabbing his wrist. Let’s try something else first.” The boy let go and looked at me. I lowered my face toward his cock. “OK, I’m not going to touch you, but let’s see how you like this. Go ahead close your eyes . . . come on, trust me, I’m not gonna mess with you.” Once the boy complied I took a breath, pursed my lips, brought them to within a coupe of inches of his cock and blew a stream of air directly at his frenulum. “AHHHH!” he cried, snapping his hips up reflexively. I chuckled. “Looks like you liked that!” “God!” he gasped, gazing at me. “Sexual pleasure is a lot more than just going for that orgasm as fast as possible. That’s one lesson you’ll learn, once you . . . find the right man to be your sex teacher.” His big dark eyes were on me steadily. Then he surprised me, passive boy though he seemed to be. “You want it to be you, don’t you?” It was one of those moments where I knew everything depended on how I handled a question. The blunt truth? A lie? An evasion? A joke? I chose the truth — and, it turned out, I chose right. “Yes, I do.” We held each other’s gaze a long moment. “I should be a young lover,” he finally said. “For, like, awhile. Just to make a lot of money, like you said.” I placed one hand gently on his shoulder, nodded, and said nothing. He kept looking at me. He wanted me to say something. But it had to come from him. “Shit,” he finally muttered, looking away. “Just say it, Lawrence,” I said quietly. He drew a breath, then let it out, and looked at me again. I finally said, “You don’t really know that much about what to do, though, right?” He made a dismissive noise. “I told you, man, I’m not gay!” “Yeah. That’s why it might be useful to have a teacher.” “A gay sex teacher.” “Exactly.” He looked away again. I waited. Finally he turned to me suddenly, impatience in his face. “Will you do it?” A thrill ran through me. I wanted this boy so bad! “It has to be somebody you trust.” A bit reluctantly, he said, “I trust you. Pretty much.” I caressed his arm. “In that case, I’d be honored. There’s only one thing, though . . . ” “What?” “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not gonna fuck you.” He didn’t know what to do with this. I took pity on him in his confusion. I smiled at him. “It’s not that it wouldn’t be fantastic to do you, Lawrence. It would. But the first guy to fuck you will pay a massive amount of money for that, and you’ll get half. Once you’ve lost your virginity, that chance is gone forever.” He swallowed. “How much?” “I’m actually not sure. I can make a guess, though.” I named a sum. “They pay THAT much?” he gasped. “No, they pay TWICE that much! That’s how much YOU get for being de-virginized!” “Shit!” “So for sure, you’re gonna do it?” “For all that money?! Shit yeah!” Now he was into it. “And for sure you want me to teach you everything you need to know? How to relax so getting fucked feels really good? How to jack off so you have pleasure you never dreamed of? How to come really close to cumming over and over, each time the pleasure getting more intense? How to suck a guy’s cock so he wants to come back again and again for more, so you make more and more money?” Lawrence licked his lips, his eyes alight now. He nodded, swallowing hard. I looked down at his cock, It was, if possible, even harder and longer, and a trickle of precum was pooling on his brown belly. “Yep, your cock is saying yes too! I guess money turns you on!” He finally gave me a crooked grin. We stared at each other, as we had done before, yet everything was now completely different. I realized he was waiting again. I grasped his hand and held it between both of mine. “There’s two things I insist on, though.” He frowned. “What?” “One, once we start doing stuff sexually, its not gonna be, like, a business deal or something. I’m gonna feel affection for you — I already do, actually. For me sex always has feelings with it. So I’m gonna be affectionate with you. I’m gonna caress you. I’m gonna kiss you. You don’t have to kiss back, but you have to accept it. OK?” He gave a little expression of distaste, but said, “OK,” resignation in his voice. “Oh, don’t be that way!” I exclaimed with a grin, giving him a little shove. “You’ll like it just fine!” He grinned awkwardly. “What’s the other thing?” he asked after a minute. “The other thing is, you have to ask for everything. I’ll tell you all the stuff you have to learn, but then it’s on you to ask me for it. You’ll have to say, “Show me how to relax my ass,” “Teach me how to hold off on cumming,” all that. He looked uncomfortable. “Lawrence, I’ve noticed you have a tendency to be passive. Know what that means?” He looked at me. I could tell he didn’t but didn’t want to admit it. “It means you don’t always go for what you want, say what you want, etc. You wait for others to start things. That’s OK sometimes, but there’s times you gotta step up and ask for what you need. You’re not a little kid anymore.” Our eyes held each other once more. He shifted uncomfortably again, his splitting hard cock obviously urging him toward relief. “You’re really horny right now, aren’t you? You really need to come!” He gave a little sigh and nodded. He looked desperate. “So ask for what you need.” He swallowed, and then shocked me. “Can I, like, fuck you?” ********************************** I gave him a big smile. “There are gonna be some guests who get one look at that big beautiful cock of yours and want exactly that!” He grinned as happily as he could in the midst of his sexual desperation. I was suddenly businesslike. “OK, there’s lots of positions to use — you might have seen some of `em when you watch gay porn . . . ” “Shit, I don’t watch that –” I grinned and gave him a playful shove to show him I was kidding. He grinned and shoved me back. “I’m gonna show you the position you should always use when you fuck somebody who isn’t used to such a big cock. You don’t want to injure anybody.” “Really?” “Well, the adult rectum — you know, the large intestine — is about eight inches long and then it makes a bend. Most guys’ cocks fit in there just fine, but yours is way more than eight inches.” “Eleven!” he announced proudly. I pretended disappointment. “Only eleven? Oh man, I thought it was bigger! I don’t think I really have any interest in a cock that small. I need at least twelve . . .” “Shit!” he grinned, pride in his voice and face. “Anyway, seriously, because your cock is so long guys have to be careful when you fuck them. You need to go slowly at first until they adjust. Usually it’ll fit, but they really need to relax their muscles so your cock can fit in all the way. And sometimes it won’t.” “No?” he frowned. “Actually, that doesn’t really matter. It will still feel fantastic even if the last three inches don’t go in. I’ll show you how to fuck that way. Anyway, the position we’re gonna start with is the best for guys to get used to your big cock. You’re just gonna lie there on your back, and I’ll get you ready.” I dug through the night stand and found some lube. I uncapped it and began slathering my asshole with it. “OK, now lie on your back,” I instructed. Once he was in position I poured another gob into my palm and began gently spreading it over Lawrence’s huge, hot organ. He closed his eyes and panted a little. I squeezed and released over and over as I lubed him up, just to give him a little extra pleasure. “Aiiyy, be careful!” he hissed, arching his back. “Sorry — you’re close, huh?” “Yeah,” he gasped. I carefully finished lubing him up. Then I knee walked forward until my ass was above his belly. I locked my eyes onto his, reached around behind me and found his slippery cock. I bent it upward as he hissed again, eyes closed. “OK, take a minute. Get yourself under control.” I waited. Lawrence licked his lips and took a couple of deep breaths. “Ready?” He nodded, eyes still closed. I still waited. He finally opened his eyes. I locked my eyes onto his. Then I slowly eased backward, brought his cock into position, and began sitting down on him. “AAHH!” he cried sharply as he contacted my anus. I circled my hips to center his cock exactly and then began forcing myself downward. “Uhh!” he cried, his eyes opening wide. I stopped. “So every step it’s gonna get more intense,” I explained. “So I’ll stop every few seconds, and then go again when you tell me you’re ready. We don’t want you cumming right away — it’ll spoil the fun!” After a few minutes Lawrence was nearly halfway in me and he still hadn’t blown his load. I had begun slowly rocking forward and back, pulling an inch or two off him and the sinking back down. At one point I locked onto his gaze. His face was so open, so startlingly receptive, I couldn’t help it. I bent forward slowly, held his face gently in my hands, and pressed my lips to his. I was ready for him to recoil or to turn aside, but he didn’t. He didn’t exactly kiss back but he didn’t fight me either. It was one of those passive kisses like Joon used to give. I pulled back, locked onto his gaze again, then gave him another konyaaltı eve gelen escort gentle kiss. “How does that kiss feel,” I whispered. He was silent for a moment. “OK,” he finally said. I smiled at him. “You gay now?” He snickered. “No.” “Exactly! Nothing’s changed!” I caressed his cheek. His dark eyes were big and soft. Then I sat back again. “OK, now push up into me,” I instructed. The boy frowned with determination and arched his back and pushed. I relaxed a much as I could. I let out a deep breath and opened up to the pain, the pleasure, the fullness. “Ah, yeah,” I breathed. I looked down at him. “It’s good to have you in me, Lawrence.” “Does it hurt?” he wondered. “Yeah, but it’s good pain. Not scary pain. I know you’re not gonna damage me.” I grinned. “I mean, guys with BIG cocks have fucked me before. This little thing is nothing!” The boy grinned back and gave me a little thrust. “OOH, yeah,” I breathed, eyes closed. “Do it again.” He did, and I sank down a bit more. “Oh man!” he exclaimed, suddenly looking worried. “Hold it, hold it!” I cried. The boy breathed deeply, then let out his breath with a whoosh. “That was close,” he said after a minute. “I’ve got an idea. It will help you keep from coming for awhile.” “What?” “Have you ever heard of a cock ring?” He gave me a funny look. “A what?” “A cock ring. It’s a thing you can use if you have hard time keeping an erection, which is definitely not your problem, but it can also make it take longer to cum. I think there’s one here somewhere. I need to pull off you, though. I’ll go easy.” I took several seconds allowing Lawrence’s huge tool to slide out of me. Then I hopped off the bed and rummaged around until I found a ring in the box of miscellaneous sex toys Young Lovers thoughtfully furnished every guest apartment with. Just as I would have expected it was one of the high quality adjustable ones. “OK, let me just put this on you,” I said, pushing the boy’s thighs apart a bit more. “What are you gonna do?” “Just watch.” I tried to snap the cock ring place. “Oops, looks like I’ve gotta make it bigger . . . OK, there we go . . . it’ll fit now. See? It goes on easy. OK, I’m gonna take it off now so you can do it.” I handed it to Lawrence and he carefully fastened it around the base of his erect monster. “You can get them that fit around your cock and your balls both but I think this will do fine. How does it feel?” “Kinda tight,” the boy frowned. “Too tight?” “It’s OK. It’ll stop me from cumming, though?” “No, you’ll cum, it just takes longer so you have more time to enjoy fucking me. But let’s try a different position. I think I’m relaxed and opened up enough.” I proceeded to get into position lying on my back, holding my knees back. “OK, so you’re gonna fuck me while I’m on my back. I think you’re gonna like this the best. Put a little more lube on though.” “On your ass? No way!” “Oh my God. You’re such a chicken!” “It’s, like, all shitty!” “IS it? Did you actually look? Take a look!” He did so. “I guess not,” he said dubiously. “That’s right. So go ahead. It won’t bite!” The boy squeezed some lube onto his fingers and gingerly applied it to my hole. “Push it in — don’t be shy!” I was enjoying the discomfiture on his face as he pushed the lip of his finger into me. “OK, that’ll have to do. Now put a bunch more on your cock.” In minute we were ready. “Ok, it’ll work best if you lean forward and brace your hand on the bed. . . That’s it. Now put your cock in place.. . . That’s good . . . OK now, when I feel you start to push in, I’m gonna push out, like I’m taking a shit. When you get fucked for the first time, remember to do that. It will feel a lot better that way. OK, start whenever you’re ready.” I gazed up at the boy. His beautiful curving chest muscles. The veins down his biceps bulging slightly. His jet black hair framing his face. The concentration in his face as he slowly, carefully began applying pressure. I could feel my heart opening to his beauty as my body opened to his cock. “Ungh!” he gasped, as he worked the head of his cock into me. I surrendered to the discomfort, my only desire to give him pleasure. “Yeah, good,” I breathed. “Now push again — let me feel it deeper. Let–AAHH!!” I felt a flash of intense pain. The girth of the boy’s cock really was huge — I may never have been fucked by a cock that thick. “Gimme a minute,’ I gasped, gripping his forearm. I took a couple deep breaths. The pain gradually eased. “OK, Lawrence, I’m ready. Let me feel that little bitty cock now!” The boy grinned. “Shht,” he snorted as, gathering himself, he drove in a little deeper. We progressed like this for several minutes until the boy was a ways in — I don’t know exactly how far, maybe four inches. I stopped him. “OK, now it’s time to start fucking.” I gasped. “So you’re gonna pull out a little ways, then push back in, then out, then in. Eventually you’ll be pulling out all the way except for the head of your cock and going in deeper and deeper each time. OK?” “OK,” he said quickly, licking his lips. He was eager now, as sweat began to bead his forehead and upper lip. “And always remember to watch the face of the guy you’re screwing. If he seems in pain, you stop and make sure he’s OK. This isn’t about anybody proving how tough he is.” The boy nodded, and then carefully, slowly, he eased into me a bit more. Then he began to fuck me. He pulled out a tiny bit, then slowly pushed back in with a soft grunt, then out, then in. I don’t know whether he was going slowly to make sure he didn’t hurt me or to make sure he didn’t cum, but either way, he was doing well, showing a lot of control. After a moment I decided to just let Lawrence be in charge. I just relaxed into the satisfaction of feeling filled up with Lawrence’s young body, his burgeoning power, his increasing confidence. “Ah, yeah, fuck me, Lawrence,” I gasped. He held my eyes with his own — focused, determined, but still soft, still receptive. Somewhere inside him did he need something more, somehow? Yes, he had masculine strength — I saw it in his jaw, felt it in the power of his thick cock. I opened to him more as he fucked, relaxing my muscles, releasing, caressing his firm shoulders, enjoying his eagerness. But something else lingered in him too, it seemed. Something that wanted to be receptive. Maybe somewhere inside he was still a boy who needed a man. I wondered if, before too long, the roles would be reversed. I hoped so. I hoped that before too long he’d be the one relaxing and opening — and I’d be filling him with my cock, my strength. He was going deeper now, and I had to use all my willpower to relax and receive his huge organ as he shoved it into me. His thrusts were becoming a little rougher, and I could see on his face that he was getting swept away by pleasure and slowly giving up control of himself. Gasping with each of his thrusts I caressed his forearms, his biceps, his shoulders, his flexing, bunching chest, now wet with sweat. “Yeah, baby, do it! Do it!” I yelled. After another minute he was really blasting my hips with strong, wild thrusts. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed. I lifted my hips up into him as hard as I could as he thrust down into me. “Oh shit yeah!” I cried. “Give it to me! Harder!” The boy responded to my shouts by grabbing me behind the knees, rolling me into a tight ball, and thrusting faster than ever. His lips were pulled back from his clenched teeth in a snarl, his eyes were closed, his hair flew everywhere. “Deeper! Gimme every inch! Gimme your big cock!” I yelled. And still he thrust, slamming me wildly, grunting and gasping. The cockring must have kept him from cumming for minute after minute. I had never had eleven inches in me before, and I didn’t know if he was bottoming out or not. It felt like I had a fist and a forearm in me and I ached with every surge of his massive organ into my guts, but I couldn’t have cared less. I loved having this wild animal in me — the only thing left was his juice. I craved his cum in me. “Gimme your cum baby! I want your juice in me! Come on — deep inside me!” “AH FUCK!” he cried, slamming me so hard the headboard banged into the wall. I reached up, grabbed him around the back of the neck and pulled him roughly down to me. I tried to kiss him but couldn’t quite reach his lips. “Come on, man, kiss me! Come ON!” I cried. My orgasm was there in the background, waiting, on hold. The boy relented and, thrusting more violently still, let me pull him father toward me. I strained my neck upward and plastered my lips to his and held them there. “”MMmph,” he groaned, surging out of me and then in. I chewed aggressively on his lips. Suddenly he yanked his mouth away and, with a bellow, began to cum. “YEAH LAWRENCE!!,” I yelled. “YEAH!!! FUCK ME!!! YEAH!!!” It was a thrill to feel the first warm wash of cum inside me as he began filling me up, a thrill to know I was giving him overwhelming pleasure. I reached up, gripped his nipples, and smashed them between my thumb and my fingers. He hissed through his teeth, eyes closed, his sweat-dripping body snapping and writhing, his cock continuing to pound me. Gasping as he slammed my body around, I drank in the perfection of his muscular torso just as my body drank in his gushing semen. In that moment he was a boy possessed, possessed by the god of love, of fucking, of ejaculation, of complete emotional and physical abandon. And I loved being possessed by him. At long last it was over. Lawrence slumped against me and then sort of fell off me to one side, his cock popping out of me uncomfortably. I turned to face him. He lay panting, eyes closed. After a minute I caressed his neck and drew my fingers through his thick black locks. He opened his eyes. His face was slack, his expression blank. His orgasm had blasted him into exhaustion, it seemed. He allowed me to continue stroking and caressing him. The black pools of his big eyes invited me in still.

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