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Subject: “Young Lovers,” Chapter 25 Chapter 25 I had been back from Manila for several hours when school let out. A nice long nap had refreshed me wonderfully after my exciting but hard night. By the time I woke up neither Joon nor Johnny had gotten back to the apartment, and I went to dinner alone. Although I took my time eating and lingered over my pineapple pie, neither boy showed up. Finally, on my way back to the apartment I ran into Byron. “Hey,” I smiled, “Have you seen Johnny?” “He’s gonna work out with me. He’s over there now, lifting with Omar.” “Working out? He’s already the most buff 13-year-old I’ve ever seen!” Byron shrugged with a grin. “He’s heard about the Olympics. He’s gonna be in it.” “Really? Well, that’s cool, I guess. What’s his event gonna be?” “Wrestling! There’s nobody here his size who’s even close to him, strengthwise. He’ll win. I’m coaching him a little bit.” “Coaching him? You know about wrestling?” “Shit, I used to wrestle in school. Well, middle school.” “Yeah? Were you good?” “Fuckin’ league champion!” “But you didn’t continue in high school?” The smile left Byron’s face. He looked down, and shook his head. “High school wasn’t so good, huh?” Byron looked up sharply. How would he react to my probing a bit? “I’m goin’,” he said in a flat tone of voice. “Later.” “Later,” I called after the black boy as he left. I reflected, not for the first time, that there was a pretty high wall around Byron’s emotions. Somewhere inside that beautiful body there was a lot of hurt. Maybe that had something to do with his craving for physical pain — maybe feeling that physical pain somehow blocked the emotional pain he didn’t let himself feel. Who knew? I hoped someday I’d find out. Sometime later Johnny returned, clad just in short gym trunks, his muscular little body dripping with sweat. I kissed him hello, and as I did so grabbed a nipple and twisted it a bit. “No, Mike!” he exclaimed with a giggle, pulling away from me. “You’re sexy when you’re sweaty, Johnny. I just might fuck you right here!” I teased, dragging my fingertips over his sticky back. “I’n too tired!” he replied, apparently thinking I was serious. ” I wanna take a shower.” I swatted him on the butt as he went into the bedroom and resumed my computer work. A few minutes later he emerged, toweling his back, his big cock swinging as he walked in. “Hey, Byron told me you’re gonna be a wrestler!” Johnny grinned at me. “He teaching me. It fun! We do it naked!” Johnny dried his hair vigorously, and I enjoyed watching his cute biceps knot and relax. His newly bare underarms suited him much better than the oddly hairy pits he’d had before. “I bet you stay hard the whole time!” The boy frowned. “No. He come at me too fas’. I have to wrestle, wrestle.” “He’s all business, huh?” Johnny looked at me quizzically. “I mean, he’s serious. Not playing around.” Johnny smiled. “He wan’ me to win.” I nodded. There was a moment of silence. “You know, Byron cares about you, Johnny.” Johnny stopped drying himself and was still. He looked at me with that trembly half-smile he got whenever he was emotional. “He tell me I’n like his little brother.” “Mmmm. And maybe to you he’s like your big brother.” Johnny swallowed. “I don’ got big brother.” Emotion swept over his cute face. I held my arms out to him, and he came to me instantly. We hugged for a sweet moment. I wondered why the mention of an older brother had affected him so strongly. “You’re such a loving boy. I’m so proud of you,” The words bubbled out of me unbidden. Johnny kissed me on the cheek. I turned and nibbled on his lips, and he returned the favor with enthusiasm. I slid my hand down his spine, over the scars that still made slight bumps across his midback, and down onto his firm little butt cheek, which I gripped strongly as we continued to kiss. After a long minute Johnny pulled back, gave me a big grin, and then said, “I got to go now, Mike.” “Yeah? Who you gonna go see? Nobody kisses as good as me!” He grinned. “I’n go to Dwayne dorm. He need help of his work.” “That’s nice. You gonna see Joon later?” He frowned. “He don’ wanna see me.” “He doesn’t? Is he mad at you?” Johnny shook his head. “No. He gotta secret. He won’ telling me. Or you. Byron only know.” “Yeah, Byron told me the other day. I guess that’s why he hasn’t been around.” Johnny nodded. “He stay away from ever’body. Since, I dunno, three days. Byron say he tell us his secret tomorrow, maybe.” “OK. Have a good time with Dwayne. Maybe after you help him he’ll give you a little reward!” I wiggled my eyebrows comically. Johnny chuckled but made no comment, at which point he went into the bedroom, tossed on a clean T-shirt and shorts, slipped into his flip flops and was soon out the door with a wave. I wondered for a couple of minutes what Joon’s big secret was, but soon realized the boy was so clever he would probably have left no clues, so I decided I’d just have to let him reveal his surprise in his own good time. Johnny’s mention of his little friend Dwayne reminded me of something I’d wanted to ask Marco about, so I phoned him but he didn’t reply. For about the hundredth time I wished it were possible to send text messages on the island. I decided to call Evan, and he did pick up after a lengthy wait. “Hey Evan, you recovered yet?” “Shit, I’m still sore. No complaints though.” “A good time was had by all, I think!” “Right.” “Say, sorry to bother you, but I’ve got a question. I guess it could have waited til tomorrow, but I wanted to ask you while it’s on my mind. The other day I met a little friend of Johnny’s named Dwayne. He told me he’s been here for awhile, and I guess he doesn’t have any guests yet. I think he referred to himself as a prospect. What’s that about?” “Well, every once in awhile, for different reasons, we get a boy who can’t shoot yet. Our policy is very strict — no sex with pre-pubescents. We could make a lot of money if we allowed it, but Martin is adamant. So, when kids like Dwayne wind up here, and they’ve got potential, we give `em a place to stay til they’re ready. It’s usually not long.” “Dwayne’s been here for almost a year, he told me. What happened — did somebody photoshop some pictures konya escort and fool you guys?” “No, not at all. That’s actually been tried, by the way, but never successfully. There was this one kid — cute as hell, too, and looked about ten — and we figured it must have been his brother who made this video. He was the contact person. This video really made it look like he had this big dick and shot a big load. I don’t know how they did it, but it was very sophisticated. I mean, really convincing. We all watched it and couldn’t believe it, but because the kid looked so young we smelled a rat. So we insisted on being sent some live video immediately. Of course they couldn’t produce something that fast, and we never heard from them again.” “OK, so what’s the story with Dwayne?” “He’s here on a package deal. To get his brother we had to agree to take him. Simple.” “His brother must be something. Who is he?” “Kid named Ian. He’s a bit –” “Ian!” I exclaimed. “Ash blond hair, huge cock, great dancer, acts like he’s royalty?” “That’s the guy. Sounds like you’ve met.” “Ian and I spent a, let’s say, short but intense few minutes together.” “Personally I think the kid’s a complete dick, but he does bring in the guests.” “He may BE a quite a dick, but I think the salient point is that he HAS quite a dick!” “Yeah. Well, for his age Dwayne has quite a dick too — must run in the family. So it wasn’t too hard to agree to Ian’s parents’ terms, and it won’t be long before Dwayne’ll be paying for his room and board.” “So how many of these, uh, what’s the term? Prospects? How many are there here?” “Just one other. Similar situation.” “I understand some of the other boylove resorts are starting to feature children — like nine, ten. Is the competition gonna hurt, do you think?” “Marco thinks maybe — I don’t. The guys who come here are pederasts, like us. They like teens. Some more on the young side, some older, but not kids. Pedophiles are completely different. There’s no overlap.” “What does Martin think?” “Martin doesn’t care. His mind’s made up.” After another minute of small talk I thanked Evan and hung up. Wrapping up my emailing I noticed that despite my afternoon nap I was starting to feel tuckered out — apparently Manila had taken more out of me than I’d realized. I took a quick shower and got ready for bed. I had just dozed off when I felt someone small climbing into bed with me. Johnny tucked himself under one arm. “Hi sweetie,” I mumbled. “Hi Mike,” he murmured. “I was feeling a little lonely tonight, but now you’re here.” I kissed the top of his head. Johnny clasped my hand and forearm to his chest and snuggled his naked body against me more firmly. Peaceful and content, I soon fell into a dreamless sleep. ********************************** Marco poured me another cup of coffee. “Hey, I guess you and Evan got a lot more than you bargained for on your field trip to Manila the other night.” “It was literally an orgy!” I exclaimed. “All night, seven people, one giant bed.” “And I hear you deflowered one of our potential assets.” “Man, I know, and I’m sorry! I really had no idea! He didn’t say anything, and he came off so cool it was like he did it every day.” To my relief Marco grinned. “Was it good?” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Oh man! Intense! Hey, I’m glad you’re not too upset.” He shrugged. “Sounds like it couldn’t be helped. Besides, we got a 14-year-old with a nice big cock. That was the goal, after all.” “Plus you got his younger brother in the bargain!” I enthused. “That little guy really likes getting plowed. He’s a trooper.” “You did him too? You were a busy boy!” “Yep. Alan, Nelson, John — and Tim too!” “Tim? I thought he’d given it up now that he’s on staff.” “He’s basically straight, you’re right. I found that out the hard way. But I taught this girl Lily to take two guys at once, so he and I did it — indirectly, I guess you could say.” “Wow! Not too many teen girls want to take it up the ass!” “No, no, we didn’t do that. We both fucked her at once.” “You mean . . .?” “This girl was game for anything. Tim and I did a double decker.” “Really!? Wow!” Marco got up for another scone. “Hey, you might want to come with me and check in with Joe sometime today. He wants to show off his latest work of art.” “What do you mean?” “Well, I know he’s talked to you about the augmentations he’s doing. Apparently he’s just put the finishing touches on the most completely augmented boy he’s ever done. He’s been working on this kid for weeks now in L.A. — kind of a secret project. He wanted to keep the kid under wraps until he was ready, don’t ask me why. We went along, of course — Martin gives that guy everything he wants. Which I can understand, given how much money his little science projects are probably gonna make for YL. Anyway, the kid flew in yesterday, and Joe suggested I come by the lab. He specifically asked me to have you come along too.” “Sounds good. After lunch?” “I’ll be there.” ********************************** The excitement on my old buddy’s face made him look like a kid showing off his new toy. “OK, you ready? First I’m gonna show you some `before’ pictures, OK? Sorry I don’t have video.” Joe punched some keys on his computer. The big screen flickered to life. “These pictures were taken when Lawrence first agreed to the project. At that point he was 176 months. Um, 14 years, 8 months.” The first photo showed a very ordinary kid, obviously Mexican, staring blankly into the camera. There was something defiant in his pose: the slight backward tilt of his head, the almost aggressively dispassionate stare. His clothes were particularly ugly, in the fashion favored by Latin kids in the U.S. His black, greasy-looking hair, parted in the middle, fell to just below his ears, where it appeared to be chopped off. My first thought was, why this kid? But once Joe clicked on the next slide I began to see why. It was a closeup of his face, and you could see the subtle things the first picture didn’t show. Large, liquid eyes. A generous mouth with curving, sensuous lips. A wide forehead, clear of acne. High broad cheekbones and gracefully narrowing cheeks with a small, firm chin. The boy konyaaltı escort had a moustache forming — darker than a puberty moustache, but more sparse than a mature man’s. My attention went back to his eyes. So deeply brown they were almost black. Big and inviting. Soft and wide. So unlike everything else about the boy’s face. The next slide showed his naked torso. Chest rather fleshy but firm, belly soft and undefined, a bit of fat sitting just above the waistband of his pants, shapeless arms. Not a bad body, but not at all attractive either, I though to myself. Next a big bush of black hair jumped out from the screen, with a thick stub of a cock in the center. I found myself wondering if the kid was a grower, and the next slide answered my question. A rather narrow, purplish-brown erection jutted out from that black bush, crowned by a much thicker head. Tucked next to it, held by an unseen hand, was a ruler. It measured 4 3/4 inches. Then came the last slide. It showed a reddened, sticky, deflating cock, and a cupped brown hand holding a small amount of ejaculate. A modest amount even for a kid just starting to mature, let alone someone obviously well into puberty. Joe flicked the lights back on. “So whaddya think?” Marco, Evan and I looked at each other. Evan made a dismissive noise. “I think if you turned this guy into something special then you’re really onto something!” replied Marco, ever the cheerful one. I decided silence was the better part of discretion. Joe looked at the three of us, smiling a very smug smile, like the card player who no longer has to hide his winning hand. “Before I bring him out, let me tell you a little bit about him,” Joe said. “He’s actually a relative. My brother recently got married, finally. After the family found out about me I guess he had to prove something. Anyway, she’s a Mexican gal, and this kid is her nephew. Comes from a rough area of San Antonio. Not gay, he says, and not at all excited about the project — at least at first. When I waved Martin’s money in front of him he was tempted, of course, but he decided he didn’t want “no fucked-up gay shit,” to use his words. At that point I could’ve started looking elsewhere, but there was something about him that kept me from giving up.” “Those eyes,” Marco suggested. Joe smiled. “I spent some time with the kid, got to know him a little bit. Since I was now family he couldn’t totally avoid me. I tried to show him I wasn’t gonna molest him or try to convert him. Can’t say I really know him, but it seems like he’s not a bad kid at all — just has that tough veneer to survive, I guess. Eventually I repeated the offer, except I offered him even more money. Took him awhile but he eventually changed his mind.” “So now he’s gonna do fucked-up gay shit?” Even asked, his face skeptical. “No, no, part of the deal is that there’s no pressure to do anything with anybody here. No sexual pressure at all. He can be as straight as he wants to be. Nobody’s gonna mess with him.” There was a pause. Marco glanced my way. “Why are you looking at me!” I exclaimed with a grin. There was laughter all around. Joe continued. “The deal was, I do maximum augmentation on him and evaluate the results of the treatment, which I’ve done, then bring him here to show Martin the results, good or bad. Once I’ve shown him off he goes back to Texas, fantastic body and all, and continues with his life. End of story.” “So he’s here now, straight off the plane, for the unveiling,” said Marco. “Well, he got in yesterday and spent some time with Butch this morning. Just for a few finishing touches. He’s still pretty jet lagged.” “I guess he’ll have time to recover before he flies back. You know Martin’s gone, right?” “Gone?” Joe frowned. “A meeting in Hong Kong. Kind of a last minute thing. You know how he is. Won’t be back for the rest of the week, apparently.” “Hmm. I promised Lawrence’s mom he wouldn’t miss too much school.” “Well, he’ll have to miss a little more than she expected. You know Martin insisted on seeing him in person, and I’ll bet he wants to talk with him too. He’s Mr. Hands-on.” We all looked at each other and burst out laughing at this. “So when are we gonna see this masterpiece?” Marco asked. Joe smiled, then left the room for a moment. He returned followed by a boy, who sauntered self-consciously into the room, eying us warily. Lawrence was breathtaking. Of course it was the same boy — but the transformation was remarkable. He was shirtless, wearing only form fitting jeans. I drank in broad, muscle-capped shoulders, a curving, beautifully defined chest, and a flat belly with a slightly defined six-pack. His arms, previously shapeless and slightly fat, curved with musculature, each defined bicep highlighted with a bulging vein. He was taller than I’d expected, maybe five foot nine. His hair was a bit longer than in the pictures, falling nearly to his shoulders, and Butch’s taste was evident in the way its curls and flips framed his face. His big, wide-set eyes, set off by thick, arching brows that showed off more of Butch’s talent, scanned the room. And then there was his crotch. Either Joe’s augmentation had paid off in spades or the kid had a roll of socks stuffed in there. As he stepped forward a bit his thigh muscles flexed, the thin, skin-tight jeans leaving little to the imagination. “So what do you think?” Joe asked, his face showing he already knew the answer. “Very nice!” Marco replied. “Lawrence, you really look hot!” The boy shifted a bit and gave a big, self-conscious smile. The charming little gap between his big front teeth reminded me of Dwayne. “Thanks.” His gaze flickered from one to the other of us. “And guess how much time he’s spent in the gym to get those muscles,” Joe said, still grinning. Silence. “Almost none.” he crowed. “It’s all chemicals?” asked Marco. “Just about. He had to lift some weights here and there to kind of kick start the process. but this body is 98% brought to you by the miracle of genetic manipulation.” Joe turned to the boy. “Show `em what else you’ve got.” The boy hesitated, shifted a bit reluctantly, but then unsnapped his jeans and took them off. The front of his boxer briefs bulged outward konyaaltı eve gelen escort enticingly. He hesitated, then pursed his lips, shoved his underwear down and kicked them aside. A massive, magnificently thick cock, seven inches at least, curved downward from a neatly trimmed nest of black hair. The only resemblance to the cock in the picture was the glans, which was even bigger than the bulky shaft. As he moved slightly his cock swayed a bit and a good sized scrotum was revealed hanging between his legs. “Beautiful, Lawrence,” I breathed. “You oughta be proud of that thing, man.” The boy grinned awkwardly again, and swallowed, shifting, looking both pleased and uncomfortable, as a lot of 15-year-olds often do. Joe gestured for him to turn and he did so; from the back the extraordinary taper of his torso really showed, from his broad shoulders down to a boyishly narrow waist. His skin was a beautiful dusky cocoa, and it almost glowed, as skin often does in the always-humid tropics. His butt was high and full, and dimpled prettily as he turned back to face us. “OK, now we need to see you hard,” Joe said. Lawrence turned and looked a bit pleadingly at Joe. “Come on, now, you know the deal. That thing’s even hotter when its hard. Remember what we talked about — you’ve got the biggest cock any of us has ever seen. No need to be shy.” The boy licked his lips. His hand went to his cock and he began stroking and playing with it. His face showed discomfort, though, and after a few minutes, though his cock had increased in size a little bit, he was by no means hard. Joe decided to help the kid out. “OK, Lawrence, stop a minute. I can see this is kind of difficult for you. I don’t blame you — I’d have a hard time standing jacking off in front of a bunch of strangers too. Here, let’s try something.” He fiddled with his computer for a moment, seemed to get what he was looking for, and a video began playing on the big screen. It was straight porn. Joe flicked off the lights. “Ok, this always works for you. Just watch the screen and pretend we’re not here. We’ll be watching the screen too — even though it’s not exactly our thing!” As a scene unfolded of two hugely endowed women rolling around together on a bed, I kept my eyes glued to Lawrence’s backside as he stood not eight feet in front of me in the shadowed room. His left arm began moving as he played with himself, at first slowly, then more rhythmically. His dusky buttocks occasionally clenched and relaxed. I allowed myself to imagine what it might be like to caress that beautiful butt. I’d gently part his globes, and tenderly caress the opening with my fingertip. I’d relax him with long, luxurious swipes of my tongue, taking plenty of time, as his resistance crumbled. He’d begin hunching his hips up into me. Then finally, when he was good and ready, maybe gasping a bit in pleasure, I’d slowly but firmly insert my cock into his virgin ass and drive home. He’d writhe in pleasure in spite of his discomfort, as I’d bite his neck and lick his ear . . . After a few minutes Joe, who in spite of his reassurances had kept his eyes on Lawrence the whole time, asked, “About ready?” “Uh-huh,” Lawrence grunted thickly. Joe turned the lights on. “Ok, turn around.” The boy did so, jacking his cock furiously. The boy’s organ, thick and red, was the longest I’d ever seen, bigger even than Byron’s. The boy’s hand, which was not small, barely fit around it. “Keep going . . . . . . keep going . . . . . . keep going . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .OK, STOP!” Joe suddenly cried. The boy froze. “Drop your hand!” He did so. The boy’s cock was astonishing, unreal, as thick as a big cucumber. It was swollen almost to exploding, the skin of the mighty shaft glossy, the opening drooling precum. As we watched, a thick stream of precum began dropping from the huge head of his cock onto the floor. “Hold still, now!” The boy quivered, panting. The kid’s massive cock was almost like a faucet left running — precum didn’t just drip or form a thread, it literally ran from his cock in a slow, steady trickle. I had never seen anyone, of any age, make that much precum. This must be part of the augmentation too, I thought. Lawrence quietly sucked in breath through his teeth. His eyes were hooded with lust. The room was thick with tension as the boy strained to hold back his orgasm. “OK, GO!” Joe finally cried. The boy started whacking his cock with a vengeance, eyes closed now, teeth gritted, his left hand a blur on the huge reddened organ. His chest clenched, his abs strained, his legs locked rigidly. Then, in no time, he suddenly bellowed. A huge bast of cum fountained from his cock into the air and down onto floor; after a brief pause came another cry and more semen, a huge amount, and then another, a tablespoon or more flying up onto his belly as his body twisted and writhed in ecstasy. Still more came, and more. As each blast gushed forth there came another choking cry, the boy still with eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, fist still flying. And still it came, and not in waning dribbles either, no diminishing volume, but huge bolts, each one a complete load for most men, an incomprehensible volume. We watched openmouthed as the boy shot five, six, seven more blasts, each flying out a foot or more from his tortured organ, now coming less quickly, each now accompanied by an aggressive thrust of the boys’s hips, as if by force of will he could snap another wad of cum out of himself, as he reached for still more relief, still more ecstasy. It was the most tremendous ejaculation, and the most awesome display of animal pleasure, I had ever seen. When it was finally over we were all silent, amazed by what we had just witnessed. There was cum everywhere. It glistened on the boy’s hand and wrist. It matted his pubic hair. A big gob glistened as it slowly slid down his scrotum and onto the floor. His lower belly was coated. His huge, softening organ shone with slime. There was a small pool of cum on the linoleum at the boy’s feet, and various wads spattered the floor here and there all around him. A thick streak like raw egg white slowly slid down the inside of one thigh. The boy’s sticky concave belly continued to rise and fall rapidly, and his skin glowed with sweat. He looked around the room, as if seeing it for the first time. He licked his lips, panting, and then wiped a bread of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. A small wad of black hair glistened in his armpit. “Shit,” Evan finally muttered softly.

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