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Subject: “Young Lovers,” Chapter 40 Chapter 40 “Mike, I have to go now. I have homework to do.” Antonio and I had enjoyed a leisurely shower after our unexpected reunion, and since there was no sign of Joon or Johnny the two of us had gone to dinner together as well. Now, though, I was apparently to be left alone. I reached out and caressed his cheek. “I’m happy you let me inside of you, Antonio.” I gazed into his warm brown eyes. He smiled a bit shyly. “I’m happy too. It is what I wanted.” “It feels — complete.” The boy’s soft eyes and shy smile enveloped me like an embrace. He gave a little nod. “But if you go back to your dorm now what about your guest?” I asked. “Don’t you think he will wonder where you are?” The boy shrugged. “Maybe. But — he has that other boy now.” That other boy. Parker. “Yes. Well, I hope you will still get your money. It is not your fault he went with someone else.” The boy shrugged again, got up, and with a little wave. “I will give you back your clothes tomorrow,” he said. I had loaned the boy a T-shirt and a pair of Joon’s shorts so he wouldn’t have to put his wet speedo back on. “It will give me an excuse to give you a kiss tomorrow!” I laughed. The Salvadoran boy smiled again and was gone. ******************************* I wondered if Parker would be back at the apartment when I returned, but he wasn’t. And he wasn’t the only one missing. “Johnny, where’s Joon?” I asked the little Korean boy, shutting the front door behind me. Johnny looked up from a book. “He not here. He mad at you.” “I figured. Well, he’ll get over it.” “He gone practicing.” “Practicing? Practicing what?” “He do his martial art. For the Olympic.” “Oh yeah, that’s right — it starts next week. I’d kind of forgotten. He’s been acting like he doesn’t even need to practice, but I guess he changed his mind.” Joon had at first scorned competing in the Young Lovers Olympics at all, as if such a thing were beneath him, but in the end his competitive nature had won out. But it was hard to imagine that, with his skill and reflexes, he thought he needed any practice. “Maybe `cause that new boy,” Johnny offered. I frowned. “New boy?” “He coming two week before, maybe.” “He came two weeks ago,” I corrected. “He came two week ago.” “Weeks.” “Weeks. I alway can’t do the ‘s’,” Johnny frowned. “No? Can you say `kiss’? It has ‘s’s'” “Kiss.” I sat down next to him on the couch, leaned over and gave him a big smooch. When I broke the kiss Johnny was beaming. “Can you say “nipples?” I then asked. “Nipples,” Johnny said, his grin even bigger. I shoved his T-shirt up, pushed my face against one meaty little pec and sucked a nipple into my mouth. “Ahhh,” the boy groaned. I sat back after minute of tonguing his little nub and grinned at him. Johnny looked at me a moment, his eyes beginning to hood now with lust. “I can say `ass’ too,” he murmured. With a grin I tucked my fingers into the waistband of the boy’s tight gym shorts and tugged them down and off, his big cock flopping out, already semi-hard. His book slid onto the floor, forgotten. Grabbing him behind the knees I rolled him onto his back, shoved his knees outward exposing his winking hole, and then dove for it. I worked my tongue aggressively against the boy’s tight little knot, and it loosened readily, allowing my tongue an inch of entry. “Mmmm,” Johnny sighed as I ate his ass a bit. After a minute I let his legs down, slid forward onto him, and caressing his hot cock, leaned forward and kissed him hard. Johnny was right with me, nibbling my lips and sucking my tongue. After a while we broke our kiss and gazed at each other. “I can say `fuck’,” Johnny whispered, desire in his face. I caressed his long locks. “That doesn’t have an ‘s’.” “Mm,” Johnny thought a second. “I can say `screw’!” I chuckled. “Mmm, I like the sound of that! But later. I’m still recovering.” Johnny looked disappointed, but he smiled gamely. I sat back up, but still caressed his thick, hard organ absently. “Tell me about this new guy. Is he good, or something?” Johnny shrugged. “Dwayne say yes.” “Better than Joon?” “Nobody better than Joon,” Johnny replied stoutly. But there was uncertainty in his face. This was interesting. How would Joon handle a real challenge to his dominance? Maybe even the chance of a defeat? “Hmph. How’s your wrestling practice coming?” The boy grinned. “Byron say I’n gonna win!” I grinned back. “I’ll bet on you then. Maybe I’ll get the prize!” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. Johnny grinned, well aware that the adult who bet the most on a boy at the Young Lovers Olympics owned that boy for an evening if the kid won his event. “Parker not with you,” Johnny noted. “No. He found a guest to play with. Maybe he’ll stay there tonight.” Johnny frowned. “You don’t like that? You just miss that big cock to suck!” I cried, suddenly diving at Johnny and tickling him. Yelling with laughter Johnny tried to escape, rolling around on the couch. I dug into his ribs, then his hard little abs, then his flexing chest as the boy thrashed about, trying to force my hands away. Our little battle finally ended with our mouths smashed together again, Johnny moaning into my mouth as I grabbed and stroked his cock some more. A moment later we were quiet. Quiet except for small grunts and gasps of pleasure from Johnny as I deep throated his thick boy cock. ******************************** The next morning turned out to be a hectic one in the apartment, to put it mildly. Joon hadn’t returned the night before and so Johnny and I had spent a peaceful night in each other’s arms, and then had eaten breakfast together. Back in the apartment there was still no sign of Joon or Parker. Finally, when Johnny was about ready to head out for his first class of the day and I was dipping into my email, the door banged open and Joon steamed into the room. Johnny reached for a hug but Joon shoved him aside. “No time,” he growled, and he headed into the bedroom and began searching in the closet for something. I followed him into the room. “Where have you been? Johnny and I missed you.” He ignored this. “Fuck, where are my pants?” “Which ones?” “The jeans — the faded ones. They’re the only fucking ones that are still clean.” “I don’t know. You don’t have time to change anyway. You’ve got class in five minutes. Just wear those shorts you’ve got on.” “They fucking reek. I worked out in them last night. Dammit, they were right — oh, here.” Joon grabbed his jeans, tossed them onto the bed, then stripped out of his clothes, drew on a clean pair of briefs, and began pulling the tight jeans on. “Why didn’t you just come back last night?” Joon glared at me, and just then I heard the front door bang open again. In a second I was surprised to see Antonio’s face appearing in the bedroom doorway. His smile faded as he glanced around and saw Joon’s glare. “Hey, Antonio!” I greeted him. “Hello. I brought you back these.” The boy held out the shorts and T-shirt I had loaned him. Joon looked up from buttoning the fly on his jeans. “Is that my shit?!” he demanded. “Fuck, you’re giving away my clothes now?!” “Calm down, Joon, he didn’t hurt your clothes any. He needed some and he didn’t–” “Do they have any of your fucking cum stains on them?” he snarled. He snatched the clothes from Antonio and fixed him with a vicious stare. The he turned his ferocious glare on me. “You gonna be fucking him now?” he demanded. “Because if you are maybe he should just move in too! Why the fuck not? Why the fuck not have every little pussy you get a crush on move in with us? Huh?” He turned to Antonio, who stood rigidly, eyes wide, looking completely nonplussed. “You wanna a move in? Huh? You wanna get your ass plowed some more? You gotta take turns, though! Tomorrow it’ll be another kid, and then the next day another one! He likes the girly ones too, so you better grow some long hair and swish it up. And he likes it when you cry, it makes him feel important! He–” At this I suddenly snapped. Grabbing Joon with both hands I lifted him and threw him violently onto the bed. “Shut the fuck up, Joon!” I bellowed, as the boy banged against the headboard. He stayed there and we glared at each other, each of us seeing red. He looked like he could kill, but he did shut up. “Hey, what’s going on guys,” came a cheery voice behind me, and there was Parker, clad in nothing but his tiny speedo. The boy looked around, eyes wide, suddenly realizing that he had come in in the middle of something unpleasant. “Um, oh boy, maybe I should leave! Um, OK, I’ll be, um, well, I have to get some stuff, I need some, um, clothes, let me just, um–” He squeezed by me and Antonio and hurried to the dresser and began rummaging around. With the clothes of four people squeezed into one dresser konya escort and one closet it was always a hassle to find one’s own stuff. “Um, I can’t find, um, oh, here’s this shirt, I guess it’ll be OK, and, um, hey Mike, can I wear these shorts of yours? They’re kinda big but they’re OK, I guess, I, um, I guess I don’t need underwear, I’m so late, I don’t, um–” With that Parker began pulling on the clothes he found over his suit. Just then my phone rang. It was Marco. “Hey Mike, just a heads up, I’m on the way over there now. Gotta talk to you about something real quick, and I won’t be at breakfast. Don’t head out til I get there.” With that he hung up. As I drew a few more deep breaths and began to calm down I thought to myself that this was going to be an interesting meeting. A crowded one too. “Antonio, sientate aca,” I commanded, pointing to the chair near the bed. “Parker, sit on the bed.” I then turned to Joon and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You fucking stay right there,” I hissed. Might as well get the whole menagerie in here, I thought. “Johnny?” I called. The little kid was already standing in the bedroom doorway, a shocked look on his face. “Go sit next to Joon on the bed. Just cuddle up to him. That’s it. Maybe then he’ll stop being a complete asshole!” The five us went silent then, looking around at each other, the air in the room vibrating with tension. Each of no doubt was wondering what the hell was going on. Parker broke the silence. “But I’ve gotta, um . . ” he fidgeted. “It’s already late, I’ve got math first period, Mr. DeAngelo he’s, well, he, gets really mad when you’re late, he–” “He’s a fucking prick,” Joon snapped. “Stay right here, Parker,” I instructed. “If you fall behind in math I know a tutor who will catch you up no problem.” I said it with an edge as I glared at Joon. He stared defiantly back at me but said nothing. In less than thirty seconds there came a knock at the door. As was his custom Johnny bolted off to answer it. I heard Marco’s voice. “Hey sexy boy, aren’t you supposed to be in class?” “They in there,” I heard Johnny murmur. Marco appeared in the doorway and stopped, startled. “Come in, the more the merrier!” I cried. Marco looked around, a small smile on his face. “Is this a school holiday and nobody told me?” “It’s a bunch of boys who haven’t got their shit together to get to class on time, is what it is,” I replied. I was about to scoot Antonio out of his chair to make a place for Marco but the polite boy jumped up and sat on the bed before I got a chance. He perched a bit nervously right on the edge, apparently afraid to get too close to Joon. Marco took a seat. “Well, I was, um, assuming this would be a two-person conversation, but I guess there’s no harm in including everybody here,” Marco began. “After all, it does concern two of you. So, Parker, I understand you spent some quality time with Mr. Inavovich last night.” The redheaded boy blinked, his wide-eyed naivete a strange contrast with his succulent bare chest. “Um, was that OK? I mean, I know he wasn’t assigned to me, or I wasn’t assigned to him, I guess that’s how you say it, or maybe it’s the other way, and I guess he had another boy that he was supposed to be with, so maybe I shouldn’t have, you know, gone with him and stuff, but he said it would be OK, he said the boy he was with was, um, boring and stuff and he thought I was really hot, and I don’t know maybe I really liked hearing that or something and so I didn’t think, but I just went with him, and then one thing led to another and it seems like it just went on and on, I mean I couldn’t believe how long it lasted, and he ejaculated like about four times, he did it even more than me and he’s like way older and I didn’t even realize all time that was going by and–” “Parker!” I interrupted. The boy snapped his mouth shut, his eyes suddenly wide. “Oh,” he murmured. I gestured to Antonio. “This is the boy he was supposed to be with, Parker. The boring boy. His name’s Antonio. He doesn’t speak much English.” “Oh, um, hi,” Parker said, and then, after an awkward second, he got up and shook the Antonio’s hand. “Hi, I’m Antonio,” the Salvadoran boy replied softly, In English. “Hi,” Parker swallowed, looking uncomfortable. “I, um, I’m sorry that, you know, I took your, um, your guest, I didn’t mean–” “It’s OK, Parker,” Marco intervened. “He doesn’t understand you anyway.” Parker blinked, then ran has hand through his disheveled locks, then looked around the room, desperately uncomfortable. “”Sit down, man,” Marco chuckled with a little shake of his head. He turned to me. “Since Antonio’s here I want him to know what this is about, so Mike, will you translate, please? I know you’re fluent.” “Well, maybe not quite totally fluent, but I’ll give it a shot.” “So here’s the thing, guys,” Marco began. “We have strict rules about boys having sex only with the men they’re assigned to. On your off nights, that’s a different matter, but when you’re working, no switching, no trading, no refusing, no anything is allowed. You do what you’re hired to do and assigned to do. Period. Is that understood?” There was silence in the room. As light and humorous as Marco usually was he had a very no-nonsense side too, I knew. I had seen it once before, when Jack and I told him about how the boy was being treated by his abusive guest. I cleared my throat and translated for Antonio’s benefit. Then I turned to Marco. “The thing is, though, Parker didn’t really have an assignment. He’s not technically a young lover yet, right?” “Right. And Parker, I’m not coming down hard on you for that very reason. And as far as you’re concerned, Antonio,” Marco turned to the boy. “It wasn’t your fault that your guest left you.” After I translated, a worried Antonio asked plaintively, “Am I in trouble? Did I do wrong?” I was touched by the boy’s distress, and his anxiety to please. “No, no, I’m not blaming you. You did nothing wrong. I am just letting everyone know that in the future, no freelancing!” A small smile crept over the man’s face. “And it’s not Parker’s fault that Mr. Ivanovich was so, uh, impressed by him, right Parker? What was your secret, anyway?” The boy blinked, unsure what to say. “I’ll show you what his secret was!” I cried. “Parker, take those shorts off!” The boy stared wide eyed and didn’t move. “Come on, man, I want Marco to see what your guests would be scoping out if you’re hired to be one of his young lovers!” “Um, OK.” The boy swallowed, then stood up and stripped off his pants. He held them in his hands, not knowing what to do with them, looking around helplessly. His speedo bulged like a small bag overfilled with fruit. Marco whistled approvingly. “Very hot, Parker. Very hot.” The boy sat back down, looking at the same time pleased and self-conscious. “And it’s more than that,” Marco announced. “You see, I already spoke with Mr. Ivanovich this morning. He’s here through Friday and he wants Parker the whole time. He couldn’t stop raving about you, Parker, and not just your body. `Sweet,’ `adorable,’ and `just my type’ were among many other nice things he said about you.” “Yeah, right,” Joon couldn’t keep from muttering. “His sweet adorable dick is what was just his type.” I turned on the boy. “I told you to shut the fuck up, Joon!” I exclaimed. “You’ve done enough damage for one day!” Joon glared at me. I turned away. “What about Antonio’s money?” I asked. “I don’t think he should be penalized because this guy threw him over for Parker.” Marco nodded. “Yeah, I was thinking about that. Antonio, you will still get paid for last night. Parker, consider last night your final exam. Starting today you’re a young lover in full standing, ready to earn your keep!” Parker beamed his oversized smile and sat up a little straighter. “Really? Oh man, thank you! I –” “Thank Mr. Ivanovich! To tell you the truth, I was a little worried about you, as you know. Like I told you when we talked it over the other day, you have that kind of, I guess you could say, an awkwardness when you converse with people sometimes. I wasn’t sure how guests would react. But this guy is crazy about you, man!” “So does this mean he’s gonna stay in a fuckboy dorm now instead of here, I hope?” Joon asked waspishly. “That’s it, Joon!” I cried. “I’ve had it with you!” “So what are you gonna do?” the boy snapped, hatred in his eyes. “You”ll see,” I said with sudden menace. It came to me all at once what I was going to do, somehow. Joon was way over the line in how he was treating a boy who had been nothing but nice to him since he’d come to the island. He would pay the price. Today. I turned to Antonio and translated the good news about the money for him. The boy smiled shyly. “Thank you,” he replied to Marco in English. “I am sorry konyaaltı escort I” — he turned to me — “como se dice `te he decepcionado’?” “`I disappointed you,’ I think.” The boy turned to Marco, and said softly, ” I am sorry I disappointed you.” Marco didn’t try to reply. Instead he rose, stepped over to Antonio, took the boy’s face in his hands, and gave him a smile and a tender kiss. As he broke the kiss the look on Antonio’s face said he knew he was forgiven. “All right, all of you get to class now!” ordered Marco loudly. The boys filed out quickly. I grabbed Joon by the arm as he moved past me. He tried to jerk it away but I gripped him hard. I drew my face to his, matching his glare with my own. “No more shit from you today! I’ll deal with you later!” Joon sneered, then yanked his arm away and left the room. “What the hell was that all about?” asked Marco as the front door shut behind the last of the boys. “Has he returned to his charming ways of days long past?” “He’s the most jealous human being I’ve ever known,” I muttered, shaking my head. The truth was, now that the boy had left all my toughness seemed to have left with him. It all just drained out of me. I suddenly just felt — discouraged. “Well, let’s face it, you give him plenty of cause to be jealous,” Marco observed, eying me carefully as he said it to see how I’d react. I didn’t argue with him. “I know, man. And I know myself well enough to know I’ll never change my ways, I’m afraid. Sometimes I think it would be better for him if — I don’t know — if he went his own way. Maybe we’re just too — incompatible. If he moved in with Byron and left me here with . . . well, I guess Johnny would want to go with him too, now that I think of it . . . ” There was silence. Marco’s voice was suddenly gentle. “You want me to, you know, leave Parker here? There no law that say he has to be in a dorm.” I smiled a little at Marco’s kindness and shook my head. “No, that’s OK,” I said, sadness washing over me now. “He needs to develop his social skills, and make some friends his own age, without me protecting him. He’s ready. He’s getting more and more sexually self-assured by the day. I’m sure this guy being so hot for him was a big-time confidence booster. And the vote of confidence you just gave him was the last piece of the puzzle, I think.” Marco nodded. There was more silence. “I’m a big boy, I’ve been alone before,” I said briskly, getting to my feet. “I’m going to the gym. Sounds like you’ve got somewhere you’ve gotta be too.” “Just a meeting in Martin’s office.” “I saw couple of suits yesterday heading in from the landing strip. They looked bizarrely out of place in a tropical jungle. Is it anything to do with them?” Marco tried to make his face look blank. “Maybe, I don’t know.” “Liar! Give me the dirt tomorrow.” He gave me little grin and an uncharacteristic clap on the shoulder as he left. I knew he felt sorry for me. ***************************** It was a little before noon. After my workout and shower I’d made my way to a solitary spot on the bluff at the edge of the compound that overlooked the sea. It was the place I’d found Joon sitting once before, after another confrontation we’d had. It was a place I could go to be quiet and think. About him. I wanted to punish Joon in a way that was really fitting. Yes, I was furious with him, and I couldn’t deny it would be satisfying to see him on his knees, to hear him ask forgiveness. But more than that, I was hoping to return him to reason, as always seemed to happen once I’d overpowered him. That loving domination thing that seemed to be what he needed. What we both needed. The bonding afterwards was always so deep, so genuine, and so fulfilling, at least for me. And for him too — or at least it always seemed like it. But as I turned it over and over in my mind I decided on something different. I decided that I would only concern myself with what was good for Parker. Because, as bitter a pill as it was to swallow, I decided I was done with Joon. Done helping him grow up. Done helping him master his violent temper, his vicious tongue. Done trying to love him into being the good human being I had always felt he could be. Because I had to admit it — it wasn’t working. The only boy I might be able to help a little bit now was Parker. So what did I want? I decided I wanted Parker to feel strong in his relationship with Joon. It was true that Joon had taught him to suck cock and learn to have sex with guys his own age. Occasionally he had managed to be encouraging. He’d even invited him to work out with him once. But there was no warmth between them. And he was positively cruel when he implied he didn’t like Parker living with us. In doing so he had humiliated him in front of other boys to boot. Even at best, Joon was always in the dominant position. Parker was always the inexperienced one, the ignorant one, the one who needed to be invited, needed to be helped. Now is was time for Joon to be subordinate, to remember how that feels. Now it was Parker’s turn to be the strong one, the dominant one. But to dominate Joon? Parker, the always uncertain, always insecure boy? Dominate the most intimidating kid on the island? I had to find a way. ***************************** Hours later the full moon streaming through the window and the small shaded bedside table lamp cast shadows over the room and its occupants. I stood next to Parker. He was naked. I had one arm around his shoulders, and with the other stroked his big, burning hot cock, which had surged to its full nine thick inches in my fist. We both were staring at the bed, where Joon lay. He was splayed out, naked, on his stomach. Spreadeagled, he was tied, arms and legs, to the four posters of the big bed. The time for struggle was over. Oh, it had been a struggle all right. Luring him back into the apartment from the gym, where he had been practicing his martial arts. Getting his sweaty clothes off him. Controlling him enough to get him tied securely. There had been screaming and fighting, punching, kicking and clawing, and the kind of cursing you only hear when really smart people are beside themselves with rage. Epic cursing. Lives had been threatened. Blood had been shed too. Clothes had been torn. Relationships, probably, ended forever. And at the end of it all, here he was — helpless, vulnerable, and about to get good and fucked. “He’s ready, Parker,” I said softly, but definitely loud enough for Joon to hear. “He thinks he’s so tough, but now he’s just your little bitch. Look at him there. Behind all his bullshit, he’s just another guy. Just another body, just another cock, just another ass ready for fucking.” I looked at Parker. He was staring right at Joon’s ass. He swallowed and licked his lips nervously. I squeezed his cock harder. “You know you want it,” I continued in that same soothing, insinuating voice. “Look at how little and white that ass is. You’re gonna ram your cock in and rip it open. It’s gonna be the tightest, hottest thing you’ve ever felt in your life. You won’t believe the pleasure. It’s the thickest cock he’s ever felt, he’s not gonna believe the power of that cock of yours.” Parker was almost panting with lust, and I could feel his cock surge and thicken even more in my hand at my words. I knelt on the bed then with one knee and slowly drew my index finger down the crack of Joon’s ass. Parker was watching as if mesmerized. Joon flinched at my touch. Then I slowly trailed my fingertips over his ass, just barely touching his skin. His ass quivered. “See that?” I murmured. “See how his skin twitches? He’s twitching in excitement. He wants your big cock in him. You don’t have to worry about hurting him. He fights against it, but he loves it, and he’s gonna love how your cock dominates the shit out of him.” I kept caressing Joon’s ass. All this time there had not been one word from Joon. Apparently he had spent himself completely struggling to escape his captivity. Now I guess he knew struggle was useless. Even his acid tongue was still. “When you fuck him good and hard — as hard as you can, he can take it — he’s gonna know he’s been dominated. He’s gonna know he’s been fucked by a bigger man than he is. He’s gonna know he’s your bitch — and he’s gonna love it. He’s gonna crave your cock, baby.” With that I suddenly leaned forward and sucked the head of Parker’s monster into my mouth. “AH!” he cried, rising to his toes in shock and pleasure. I swirled my tongue around it, then let it slide wetly from my mouth. “He’s gonna worship your cock,” I hissed urgently. “It will be his god.” “I–” I clamped my lips over Parker’s, kissing him violently. I drew back. “Say nothing!” I commanded. “Just fuck! It’s what you need! It’s konyaaltı eve gelen escort what he needs!” With that I grabbed the tube of lubricant off the table and laved his fiery cock with it until it shone, glistening obscenely. Pulling him by his slippery tool I made him kneel on the bed between Joon’s legs. “OK, Parker,” I said. “From this moment, you’re in charge. He’s your little bitch. You’re gonna use him however you want to. I’m not gonna say anything any more. You’re the man now.” With that I stepped backward and sat down in the bedside chair. Parker was an amazing sight. His fiery red hair, longer and wilder than ever. His spectacular musculature tense, veins in his arms and abdomen bulging. His sweaty skin flushed peach-pink. The fiery club of his cock reaching toward Joon’s helpless ass. The boy blinked, licked his lips, and blinked again. He was breathing hard. “I can do anything?” he murmured softly. “Anything. He’s your bitch. No matter how much you hurt him, he knows he deserves it. He wants it.” “You won’t, like, stop me or interfere or anything?” “You’re not a boy now, to be ordered around by me. You’re a young lover now. You’re a young man. It’s your show. I won’t disrespect you by interfering.” “OK . . . ” The boy waited, undecided. He eyed me askance. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely. I’m staying in this chair and not saying anything. I just wanna watch. That’s it. I’m cool with whatever you do.” “And, um, nothing bad will happen afterwards or anything? `Cause–” “Nothing,” I said with finality. The boy waited, as if deciding on something, then took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. Then he got off the bed and, one by one, undid Joon’s bonds. *************************** Joon sat on the bed, rubbing his wrists. His face was an unreadable swirl of emotion. There was something there I don’t think I’d ever seen before. He looked at me silently. Sitting there in shock at what had just happened, frankly completely confused about what to do, I just stared back at him. Then he looked at Parker. “Why’d you do that?” Emotion fought with control in his voice. Parker blinked. “It’s — it’s not right.” “It wasn’t right for me to talk to you like I did.” Parker looked startled, and was silent a moment. Finally he said, “Still it wouldn’t be right.” “Did you want to fuck me though? Weren’t you hot to do it?” Parker half-grinned and shook his fiery head, `Oh man, yeah!” He stopped smiling and looked at Joon uncomfortably then, not knowing where this was going. Joon eyed Parker’s cock. “Looks like you still are.” Parker swallowed and said nothing. He and Joon just stared silently at each other for a long time. Then Joon, a boy who seemed always to have a surprise up his sleeve, truly shocked me. He lay down on the bed, rolled back onto his back, pulled his knees back to his ears, and, his voice rough yet a bit quavery too, said, “Fuck me, man.” Parker sat stunned for a second, then sat bolt upright, his face stricken. “Oh man! You mean it?” “Yeah I mean it! Come on, do it to me!” “Oh man, oh man, oh man!” Parker cried, scrambling to his knees, his face eager. “I wanted to do this so bad! I used to think I just wanted to be on the bottom, but when I’m on the top, it’s so hot, it’s so — oh SHIT!!” With that Parker placed his cockhead, the size of a large plum, between Joon’s little asscheeks. He gathered himself, drew a deep breath, and began pressing carefully. “Harder!” Joon yelled. “Just ram it in, man! I want to feel it!” I watched in shock. Was this Joon? What the hell was going on? Parker pursed his lips, resettled his knees and, frowning in concentration, began pushing. His ass firmed, the thick veins in his biceps bulged, his washboard belly shone with sweat — and then, as he gave a yell and Joon a scream, the entire fist of his cockhead entered Joon’s ass. Joon arched up on the bed, twisting to one side, his face showing shock and pain. I thought Parker might hesitate at that, perhaps even apologize or try to take his cock out. But no. Instead Parker leaned farther over Joon and, his face screwed up with effort, one hand gripping his cock, he began driving into Joon farther. “Take it! Take it!” he gasped. “Ah fuck! Fuck it hurts!” Joon cried. “Yeah, it hurts, bitch!” Parker suddenly snarled. Was this Parker? “OH FUCK!” Joon yelled, as Parker sank into him another inch. “OH FUCK WHAT!” bellowed Parker. “MORE! DEEPER!” Joon screamed back. Parker lowered his face until he was just a few inches from Joon’s. “FUCKIN’ RIGHT!” Parker’s sweat-slick body lurched and he drove in still deeper. “AAAAAHHHHHHH” Joon goaned, twisting his body again. “GRRRRRRRRRRRRR” Parker growled, and then, driving still deeper, he bit Joon on the neck. “GRRRRRRRRRRR” He snarled, worrying his teeth back and forth. Then he pushed against the back of Joon’s thighs, pulled slowly and steadily out until only the head of his cock remained in. He paused, quivering, staring at Joon. Joon stared back. “YAAAAAHHHH” Parker yelled, and with a great surge, buried himself completely in Joon’s ass. Joon thrashed about, his eyes bulging, his face looking panicked, but Parker was now unstoppable. Grabbing Joon’s skinny shins he pulled himself our forcefully, and then teeth gritted, eyes wide, he drove back in. Then Parker really went to town. Joon was now helpless, his eyes closed, his head lolling, as Parker fucked him with amazing speed for someone so long and thick. It was so incredibly hot I sat transfixed — and yet, I wondered, was this too much for Joon? The dildo I’d fucked him with in the chain room had been even longer than Parker’s horse cock, but not as thick. Maybe not nearly as thick. Could Parker’s monster really injure Joon? I leaned forward — and then saw something that eased my worries. Joon’s cock was as hard as I’d ever seen it, the coal black stinger banging against his belly. As Parker slammed into the boy’s body again a silver filament of pre-cum flew from Joon’s cock onto the glistening back of the scorpion. “YUH! YUH! YUH! YUH!” Parker cried, his muscular ass flexing and tensing. Wet tendrils of hair now curled dark on his flexing shoulders and matted in his armpits. His fingers worked spasmodically as they clutched Joon’s thighs, then his ankles, then his biceps, grappling for more control, more leverage, more force as he slammed his cock into Joon again and again and again. Joon grasped at Parker’s shoulders, trying to clutch him to himself even harder, now working as hard at the fuck as Parker was. His fingernails raked Parker’s sweaty skin, making red claw marks. Parker didn’t even slow down — as a matter of fact, Joon’s clawing seemed to inflame him more, and he began pulling out now almost completely, then long-dicking Joon all the way in, and doing it faster than anyone I’ve ever seen before. The boy was expending incredible energy, and fucking with amazing strength. I realized, with a start, that this almost comically un-athletic boy was actually a true sexual athlete. “UMPH! UMNGH!! AHH! UNH!!” The two boys gasped and groaned together as they slammed against each other. Joon seemed to be completely loosened up now, and he was arching his body up into Parker with every thrust of the bigger boy’s hips against him. Suddenly Joon tensed, and, as a thin little wail escaped his lips, he began cumming. Whether Parker was aware of it or not he did not even slow down, but continued to pound Joon with every ounce of his strength. “ARRRHGHHHHHHHHHH” Parker yelled, his hips a blur, his hair matted all over his face and neck and shoulders. Spurts of Joon’s semen shot everywhere, as his body became limp even as he continued to cum. Eyes closed, he was like a rag doll, in Parker’s complete control. Suddenly Parker slammed Joon down against the mattress, stooped fucking, held him down with both hands against his shoulders and stared at him, a crazed look on his face. There was a second of complete silence. “AAAAAAAAYYUYYYUIIIIIIIIIIII” Parker shrieked, and then, his hips working at lighting speed, he began fucking into Joon again, and I knew he was cumming. “UNH!! UNH!! UNH!! UNH!! UNH!!” It went on and on. I don’t know when the semen stopped, but the pounding, the fucking, the slamming into Joon kept on for another minute or more. Suddenly, it was over. Parker collapsed onto Joon’s inert body. The boys gasped together like two distance runners at the end of a long, long race,. I left the room while they were both still motionless. ******************************* The three of us had finished a long shower together. We had washed each other in complete silence. Now Joon and I sat together on the bed looking at each other. Parker lay asleep next to us, snoring softly. I reached out and caressed Joon’s cheek. Then I broke the silence. “That was unbelievable. But why?” “Why what?” “Why did you ask Parker to fuck you?” Joon’s stared deeply into my eyes. His face was soft and defenseless — but a little pride still flickered like a light in his eyes. His voice was firm, like that of a person who knows who he is. “Because I have compassion.”

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