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Body: Seeing Jason like that, naked and on the very edge of losing

consciousness with his slender, young body exposed to my mercy was

more than I could stand. I tasted the sweet-sourness of his pee in

my mouth and it made me want him until I was filled with a desperate

longing to be inside him. My own penis was stiffer and bigger than

it had ever been before, not even when I was a teenager. My scrotum

was tightened right up and my testicles ached painfully, demanding

to release their juice into Jason's rectum. I wanted only to fill

him with my penis and empty my seed into the depths of his young,

beautiful body. I wanted to possess him totally and absolutely and

claim his virginity for my prize. I wanted to take him as my lover

and satisfy his body with my own.

Jason began to writhe with a fearful madness, building up for

the next orgasm and unable to satisfy the frightening hunger that

dwelled inside him. His urgent hunger made him keep on bucking his

body up and down, even though he wanted only to stop and sink into

the darkness that seemed all around him. Still more pee dribbled

out of his penis making a dark strain that expanded and grew ever-

wider on the towel. He wanted the feeling to go on forever. He

wanted to die like this. He wanted to be fucked.

The thought, once ignited in the distant recesses of his mind,

took possession of him. It was all he had to live for and he cried

his desire out to me. The desire had been submerged inside him for

ten years. The desire had been present from the moment he was

conceived. It came from deep inside his body as a low hiss that

forced past whatever his guilt and shame remained in him.

"Fuck me... Ohhh god... Fuck me...Pleassse?" he pleaded.

I knew that it would probably never be easier for me to take

his virginity. My penis was throbbing and pulsing with

anticipation. It would be so easy to lift his slender, brown legs

up to his shoulders, lift his buttocks up, and part his mucus-

smeared cheeks. It would be so easy to guide my penis forward to

the now-very-loose, sucking hole and gradually enter his body until

we were joined as one. He was ten years old and he was as excited

as any teenager. He was as ready for sex as he would ever be. It

was a pity that I had not thought to bring some lubricant with me.

I lifted his legs up and pushed his knees all the way to his

shoulders to expose his buttocks. His mucus-coated crack was ready

and waiting for me. Jason looked up at me between his legs, his

pale-blue eyes were wide open, willing me to penetrate him. His

mouth was open as he gasped for air. His expression was one of utter

abandon.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently.

He nodded. "I... felt like I was coming... over and over

again. I... never... never thought anything could feel like that.

It was awesome," he gasped between deep breaths.

I grinned, raising my eyebrows at him, "Did you like that? Was

it nice?" I teased

The boy grinned cheekily. Already he was over the frantic

hunger that made him want my penis deep inside his young body. "My

turn now, okay. Do you want me to suck him?"

I grinned, "I guess. He's yours to do what ever you want."

The boy thought for a second then he smiled shyly as the urge

rushed back into his mind. "I really do want to do it, you know.

What Paul and Julien did on the beach,... what we talked about,...

I want to...fuck okay?" he pleaded.

I solemnly shook my head again and pulled back, moving away

from him slightly. I kneeled behind his buttocks, almost but not

quite out of reach. A crystal droplet of pre-cum oozed from my glans

and hung by a silvery thread as it descended onto Jason's wrinkled,

little scrotum. It lay there on the boy's crinkled, flattened bulge

like a glistening diamond.

But it was getting late and if we didn't finish soon we'd

be descending the mountain in the dark. It was time to get

dressed and leave. There was always the next day, or the day

after that. It was just a matter of time. Jason was not happy

about leaving. Like me, he was perfectly content to stay there,

for the entire night if need be. Like me, he wanted to continue

what it meant to be in love. But he aquiesced without a fight,

knowing that he would spend the night with me aboard Apollo in

the considerably greater comfort of a bed. However, both Jason

and I knew that sooner or later I would put my penis inside him.

The only reason for our existence was to be joined together,

with my penis deep inside that wonderful, little bottom of his.

PLATONIC LOVE.

DAY 14, Paros. August, 6 th, 1993

"Intercourse with women procures the reciprocal pleasure of shared

enjoyment; each partner brings the other to the extremes of bliss and

both end up equally satisfied. This cannot happen with boys. The

paederast thinks he is savoring a perfect pleasure; but the outraged object

of his lust experiences only pain and tears; and even when in time he may

not feel so much, you still bring him only discomfort and not a grain of

pleasure..."

Lucian, Dialogues of Love.

Jason and I returned to Paros just as it was getting dark.

We were both sweaty and more than a bit dirty, but we were also

hungry. I dropped off the car and Harry convinced us to delay a

much-needed shower in lieu of dining at his restaurant, dinner

as his guest. I never turn down a free meal and I escorted Jason

onto the terrace and resumed my position in my favorite seat.

We were almost finished with the excellent repast that

Harry's chef provided when Jeff ambled up and interrupted our

privacy by sitting down and talking to Jason. The boys sounded

different with their English and American accents but in many

ways they were similar and they got on well together. Although

neither of them fully realized it at the time, they had a lot in

common. They were both gay and both in love though they only

talked about school and holidays and the things they did, not

unlike any 'normal' pre-adolescents. The subject of sex was

lurking in the background but it was never raised directly. And

yet, I knew that Jeff was aware of my affection for the younger

boy, my son. He glanced at me and smiled suspiciously as I hung

on Jason's every word, unable to take my eyes away from his

beautiful face. Jeff knew what I was feeling!

As the evening trade lessened Harry joined us and Jason and

Jeff went off to wherever ten-and twelve-year-old boys go to

when they're bored with adult talk. I told Harry what happened

on the mountain. He beamed at me and promptly suggested that I

needed to finish what I had started. It was an awesome

responsibility and a course of action, that while enticing, also

frightened me. I told him as much. Harry agreed; 'breaking-in' a

boy, as he called it, was always like that. It wasn't something

to be taken lightly.

As the evening wore on we became less restrained, talking

openly and honestly about our young lovers. I knew that Harry

was right (again), it was just a matter of time until I took

that final and irrevocable step with Jason and we truly became

lovers. It was Harry's cautious suggestion that Jason and I come

with him to Naxos, to a special place where, as he put it, 'men

and boys can love each other without shame'.

When I pressed him, he refused to elaborate. It was a

secret, and only if I was pledged to secrecy, could he tell me

more. I agreed, made a solemn promise, and he unfolded a story

of archaic origin. At the time I was not sure that I believed

him though there was no reason why he would fabricate the tale.

That the men of ancient Greece had taken their young boys to a

secluded place for initiation into homosexual love was not so

extreme that it was improbable. But the fact that the same place

had been used consistently and secretly for the same purpose

over two-and-a-half-thousand years was.

I agreed to go with him and Jeff on Saturday, two days

away. It was not hard to convince Jason, though I did not

mention the intended purpose of the trip, beyond camping out and

taking photographs of both him and Jeff. He was excited as we

returned to the boat.

That night was a night of love and lust and wonderful sex.

Almost as soon as we were naked and in bed together, Jason

wanted to have sex. The memory of what happened on the mountain

was paramount in his mind. He wanted to go the whole way this

time and it was difficult to resist his attempt to 'seduce' me.

Finally I pushed him to one side and lay half-over him, making

any further movement all but impossible until he quieted down.

We were both breathing heavily, frightened by the hungry passion

that threatened to conquer our remaining reason.

"Not now, Jason. Not yet!", I gasped. "I know you want

to,... so do I,... but you're still way too tight inside. My

dick would tear you up inside. I know it would. It'd hurt real

bad, you'd bleed too." I breathed out, still shaking my head.

"So we'll practice, Jay-boy, we'll practice until you're big

enough, and when you are, I'll love you as much as you want,

whenever you want, and however you want."

Jason nodded his head and pushed his bottom lip forward as

he pouted in disappointment. There was a long silence that

filled the cabin, pervading the night with a sadness that seemed

interminable. Both of us breathed deeply as we pulled back from

the precipice that had loomed up and suddenly confronted us. In

the dim light, he appeared dark and mysterious and very, very

sexy.

Finally the boy, knowing that there was nothing he could do

to convince me, whispered, "Okay, yeah I guess. So how do we

practice?"

I grinned at him, "Well,... what we have to do is make your

ass bigger,... so I guess I use my fingers and tongue inside

you. Don't worry,... I expect the practicing is almost as good

as the real thing."

"Okay!. I guess so. Can I suck him while we do it?" he

asked sullenly. "I guess it would hurt pretty much because my

hole back there is so small, and your dick is really huge."

I laughed, "You're not wrong there, Jas'. It will hurt, but

by the time we do it, your hole's going to be a whole lot

bigger. It won't hurt nearly as much as it would if we tried

now.... You want to keep doing it? Now?" I asked calmly.

He nodded eagerly, no longer angry at me and relieved that

the pressure had gone. Inside he felt afraid, he knew it would

hurt when I put it in him. I grinned and turned around and

positioned myself so that I straddled his head. My thighs were

over his face and my face was above his groin. I placed his legs

wide apart, leaving his small, very-hard penis standing exposed.

It was so hard that even lying down the way he was, his penis

still didn't lie against his belly. It stood up, nearly parallel

with the tip about an inch away from his belly. He reached up

and took my penis in his right hand and pulled it down to his

mouth. I felt the velvet wetness of his tongue caress it, then

his lips sucked on the swollen glans and he tried to insert the

tip of his tongue inside my shaft by pushing it into the slit.

His other hand went for my testicles. He grasped them tightly in

his hand, massaging them as his hand squeezed and teased me,

then used his teeth to nibble behind the swollen bulb of my

glans. He sucked it inside his mouth and tantalized it with his

probing, writhing tongue until I felt I was going to come any

second.

I pulled back suddenly as I felt the building pressure

approach the 'point of no return'. Jason giggled. "You were

going to do it in my mouth, weren't you?" he teased.

"If you don't behave yourself, young man, you'll get a

mouth full and that'll be all for the rest of the night," I

replied with pretended seriousness.

We both started to laugh and I went to work on Jason's

cute, little butt. Jason behaved himself as best a young, gay

boy can with a penis a few inches in front of his face. I placed

my hand under his buttocks and parted the small, rounded cheeks

as he lifted up his pelvis using his legs. I licked my finger

thoroughly and then cautiously pushed it inside his taut hole.

He sighed as he felt it sink into his rectum, and began to lick

and suck my penis ever faster until I dragged it away from his

mouth.

He giggled again, "I'm sorry, Dad. I'll behave. Come on

give it back to me!... Pleassee? Your finger feels soooo good in

there. Do it really fast like before, okay?... You know where I

like it the most... just inside... but do it deeper too," he

pleaded.

Laughing, I settled back down over his face and took his

stubby, stiff penis into my mouth as my finger began to wriggle

and twist and probe, moving around easily in the loose flesh

inside his rectum, squelching quietly as it began to stir up the

boy's mucus and mix with my saliva. This time he held back, just

licking, and kissing, and sucking on my penis like it was a

honey-flavored ice-cream. Every few minutes as he felt my body

tense up and he sensed my orgasm approach, he transferred his

beautiful mouth to my testicles, sucking one, then the other

into his mouth, where he performed the most incredible acts

imaginable.

His own enjoyment was another matter entirely, because I

took young Jason to the point of orgasm and kept him there for

long minutes at a time, until I was afraid I'd physically injure

him, then I'd allow him to slowly back away from the precipice,

recover his senses for a brief moment before leading him back.

Jason was in boy-heaven. My forefinger was right up his now-

gaping anus, massaging his prostate into uncontrollable ecstasy.

My mouth sucked hard on his cock and I used my tongue to torment

the sensitive, tiny top until he trembled and quaked and his

little body jerked and writhed relentlessly in a frantic attempt

to 'fuck' my face. My other hand clenched his tiny testicles,

squeezing them beyond the threshold of pain and into previously

unknown delirium. I did it until his tiny eggs felt less like

firm, little marbles and more like rubber.

The sense of power over him was overwhelming. Jason was my

beautiful, young catamite who had only one purpose. His body was

at my total command, every inch of his flesh was mine to enjoy,

to scintillate, to devour; and I did. After a few more mind-

shattering convulsions, I lost count of how many times he

shuddered and squealed, and bucked his pelvis upwards, clenching

my face with his thigh muscles while he drove his hungry, little

butt down hard onto my finger. The boy craved my mouth as well,

but his rectum was ravenous. Unable to decide between the two he

would simply cry for more, harder and faster and deeper, sobbing

as he gasped for air, unable to stop himself.

After an hour I stopped. It had been unbelievable. Jason

was on the point of exhaustion. He'd given up on my penis

earlier, his own raging body demanding his full attention. Now,

his glistening, naked body was reddened with splotches from my

love-bites and covered with a sheen of perspiration. There were

beads of sweat on his belly and chest. His legs were loose and

flopping, jelly-like on the mattress. His breathing came in

short pants and his tongue hung out like a dog. His eyes were

glassy.

Occasionally his penis had begun to subside, but not for

long because I always went right back to work on it. Now it was

swollen and puffy and its sensitive, little shaft was visibly

sore. The silky skin had been rubbed until it was inflamed and

ruddy-pink. His testicles had no feeling left in them and his

anus was fully dilated. The mucus that had oozed slowly out of

his rectum covered the insides of his thighs and buttocks and

there was a big, dark, wet stain that spread outward on the

sheet under his back where he'd lost control of his bladder.

Between his still-twitching legs, tiny stands of mucus coated my

fingers and hand. I could easily insert two fingers all the way

inside him and with a little difficulty I could get three

fingers inside him. My son was as ready as he would ever be.

That he had become so loose as to easily accommodate two of

my fingers was a surprise in itself. At first, I had not

expected to even get one finger comfortably inside him, but

three? If I pushed forcefully, my fingers could penetrate well

past the second joint until they were lodged like a huge spike

inside his rectum. The added mass inside him did not appear to

bother him. When I finally stopped, my wrist was aching and for

a moment I wondered if he was conscious, but as soon as my

fingers withdrew just a fraction of an inch and the pressure was

relieved he whimpered for it to return.

"So what are we gonna do now?" Jason gasped as he smirked

cheekily.

"Now, it's sleep-time," I laughed as I inspected his watch.

"Your mom would kill me if she knew I kept you up until way past

midnight."

The next day I spent with Jason and Jeff at the beach.

Again, I borrowed Harry's car and took the two boys around to

the southern end of the island. For the first time, Jason wore

his new swimming costume and, much to his delight, Jeff was

quite envious. After a long swim the boys followed me up into

the woods behind the beach and we sun-bathed for several hours.

We returned to Paros just before sunset to prepare for the next

day.

DAY 16, Naxos. August, 8 th, 1993

Harry led the way. I followed. Jason and Jeff followed us.

We made our way through the thick brush and low scrubby trees.

Branches scratched at us as we ducked under them and thin, razor-

like grass scraped against our jeans. It was too hot to wear

jeans but it was better than having our legs cut to ribbons.

Under the hot, thick denim, I could feel the prickle of the

heat, the cloth sticking to my legs on a film of sweat. We

scrambled over huge rocks as we began to descend. The cliff,

more like an escarpment, seemed very high but was not

inordinately steep as the path, or what passed as a path, wound

back and forth and snaked from one side of the gorge to the

other. The only relief from the heat was the faint breeze that

lifted up from the sea, far below us.

As we neared the bottom, the trees became taller. Unlike

the dry heat of the highlands a thousand feet above us, we had

entered a different world. It was twenty degrees cooler and

noticeably more humid and the air was filled with the pungent

odor and the endless sounds of life. The droning hum of a myriad

insects, the raucous noise of shrieks and screams of birds

surrounded us. At the top of the cliff, huge cacti abounded, but

as we descended the plants seemed to be almost of prehistoric

origin. Out of the rock-face grew ferns that were lush, lime-

green, and abundant. The rock face glistened with a sheen of

trickling water and the path became muddy.

Nearly at the bottom, the path all but disappeared, then

turned sharply to the right. It twisted away from the cliff, and

began to rise again as it penetrated into the high, enclosing

rock walls of a ravine. After several hundred very-difficult

yards it appeared to terminate in a wall of solid rock.

Undaunted, Harry moved closer to the cliff, seeking a

passage that was invisible to the rest of us. There seemed to be

no way to continue on. Without warning he stopped and unclipped

the belt of his backpack. He eased it to the ground, then

stretched, relieved of the heavy load. Without a word, I knew

that the boys and I should do the same. We had not spoken for

nearly twenty minutes. It was as if we were afraid that the

sounds of our voices would destroy the growing sense of awe that

we felt. He moved closely growing bushes apart and revealed a

rounded boulder which he rolled to one side. It had concealed a

narrow trough that darkened quickly as it disappeared under the

rock.

Dragging our backpacks behind us, we followed Harry down on

our bellies and into the shallow crevice below a huge boulder.

Eons ago, it had crashed down from the towering cliffs above us.

We crawled on our hands and knees pulling and sometimes pushing

our backpacks though soft, dry sand that was a pale, yellow

color and finer than any that I had ever seen.

Gradually the roof of our 'cave' became higher and within a

few more yards we were able to stand. Beyond the boulders, we

had discovered a secluded clearing. One all sides, rock walls

towered above us. The fourth side was enclosed by high trees and

dense, dark-green undergrowth and the rock under which we had

passed. It was a captivating place, full of timeless mystery.

For more than a minute we stopped at the cave-like opening

beneath the vast boulder and sensed the magic. It was a sacred

place. The sounds of the bush were muted. Except for the splash

of water trickling into a large, dark pool of water and the

sound of our own breathing, it was silent. We had gone back a

two-and a half thousand years, to Hellenic times, to the chaotic

world of the Greeks, of Plato and Socrates.

We had left the rest of the world behind us. Here, there

was just the four of us, two men and two boys. I wondered

whether Greek warriors had come here with their young lovers for

a long-forgotten rite of initiation and lust. I smiled as I

mused whether the ancient Greeks had circumcised their boys.

Many ancient cultures had inflicted terrible and painful rituals

on their young boys as a rite of manhood. In the silence and

mystery of the place, one could almost hear the muffled gasps as

boys stifled their screams of pain. It was easy to imagine razor-

sharp, bronze knives cutting into tiny, tender foreskins,

incising into small, brown penises, bringing each boy into the

world of men. Then I remembered the statues I had seen in

museums and it was impossible not to smile at my own stupidity.

Greek boys were never circumcised. They were far too civilized

to inflict that barbaric custom on the boys they adored.

No, I decided, the cries were from other tortures, not of

pain as much as pleasure, the insurmountable, unimaginable, and

unforgettable joy that comes from being loved. That realization

came as I saw the phallus. It was carved from stone and as tall

as my son. Dominant and aggressively erect, it was a triumphant

symbol of manhood that was frightening in its simplicity. It was

the only sign that others had been here before us. It was

positioned before the entrance to a cave, a dark grotto whose

interior contained the secrets of two-and-a-half-thousand years.

That the grotto harbored mysteries within and had always been

associated with the gods of ancient Greece, was not a question

for mere mortals such as ourselves.

"Neat place, isn't it?" Jeff observed with a knowing smirk.

But despite his cheeky playfulness, his voice was filled

with awe. It was the same awe that the rest of us felt, but

could not find the words to express. It was a "neat" place. Jeff

grinned at Harry and they exchanged knowing smiles. Harry turned

towards me and raised his eyebrows quizzically. I appreciated

that he knew what transpired between us, a father and his son,

just as I knew the true relationship between him and his

grandson. I breathed out slowly, gaining confidence and losing

some of my fear. With shock, I realized that my sigh was not of

exhaustion but of relief. He knew. Jeff knew. We all knew,

except for Jason.

"You boys know what happens now?" Harry asked softly.

Jeff and Jason exchanged looks. Jeff clearly understood why

he was here. It was far more than simply posing for a few

photographs. Jason, naive, still largely innocent, looked

baffled. Jeff nodded, catching his 'father's' eyes shamelessly,

then smirking as he acknowledged the role he filled. He knew

exactly what happened in the grotto. He had been here many times

since he was ten-years-old.

I laughed. "How about you, Jason?" I queried my son.

"I guess. Like you said. You take photos of us in the raw."

He shrugged. "I'm game, I guess," he added uncertainly.

He shifted on his feet uncomfortably and more than a bit

awkwardly. He swallowed, glancing at Jeff and Harry. His

inhibitions gathered, fighting against his natural inclination.

He had enjoyed being photographed during the long hours we had

spent together the previous day. He had enjoyed being naked, he

had relished the freedom and the shared intimacy. He had

scampered and frolicked with gay abandon at Super-Paradise

Beach. He had enjoyed every second of what had happened after

that, from later in the evening as we sat outside to now. What

had begun sometime in the early hours of the first morning had

changed him forever. It had happened again and again during the

five days and nights that followed. In those all-too-short days

he had been transformed from a little child to a lusty boy. He

had discovered what love was.

But this was different. This was very different. This was

in front of Jeff and Harry. They would see him naked and they

would see what he had been doing with his own father. They would

know he had sinned and it would no longer be a secret. The

little reddish marks on his buttocks and thighs were the

evidence of my love bites, of what we did together.

Harry smiled at the boy reassuringly, then at me. He looked

at my son objectively and then he took a deep breath. "Maybe

when he's a bit older. Perhaps a few months would be better.

There's no rush for a boy to grow up. He's only ten, isn't he?"

he asked.

I nodded and looked at Jason lovingly. So much had happened

during the last few days. He had changed so much. He had started

to grow up but he was still a little boy at the same time. In my

memories he would always be a little boy in the ways that

mattered.

"I'm sure you've got nothing to be ashamed of, Jason,"

Harry teased gently. "Besides, I think we've all seen dicks by

now. Yours is just one dick among many and no one is ever going

to see us here."

Jason giggled and looked down at his feet self-consciously.

I knew exactly what was bothering him but I didn't know what to

do about it. Jeff grinned at his friend's embarrassment. "So do

we strip off now?" he asked. He answered his own question as he

began to undress. With expert movements that seemed effortless,

he lifted up his arms as he drew his white, cotton tee shirt

upward. He grinned again, cheekily, as he tossed the balled-up

cloth to his 'father'. Jeff glanced around at the three of us,

still dressed, watching him undress in obvious and unhindered

fascination. He was a beautiful boy with a perfect body. He was

tanned, a luxurious, golden brown, his back a little darker than

his front.

His muscles, still boyish, were much better developed than

Jason's. He looked much stronger than my son though Jason was

only a four or five inches shorter. Jeff was sturdy, almost

stocky, not fat but lithe like a tiger. He was wonderfully sexy.

I watched his brown chest rise and fall with each increasingly

excited breath. He was very aware of the effect that he had on

me. It was the same effect that he had on his 'father'.My penis

became harder and longer as I anticipated seeing the rest of his

body.

His jeans hung low, gripping his hips several inches below

his navel. For a moment he fumbled with the metal button and

zipper. I watched in mute disbelief as he opened the front and

tugged his jeans downward to his feet. I watched as he pulled

his shoes and socks off his feet. I watched trying to glimpse

his genitals, wondering how big he was, but I saw nothing as he

leaned forward. I watched the boy pull his jeans off as he

balanced himself by leaning against his 'father'. When he

straightened up again, he was naked except for his underpants.

The difference between Jeff and my son was now very, very

obvious. The nearly naked boy smiled at us teasingly. I knew I

was erect. I would have been surprised if Harry was not. I

wondered about Jason. There was a small, but very prominent

bulge in the Jeff's underpants. It was a promissory note of

things to come.

It was a beautiful sight. Strangely, the twelve-year-old

boy had not become aroused. He breathed slowly, rocking to and

fro on the balls of his feet, and he smiled slowly, knowingly

looking at Harry. Again, with a well-practised motion he slid

his briefs down his thighs, then pushed them downwards, until

they fell of their own accord to the ground. He stepped out of

them. Now naked. Now free. Now irresistibly and intensely

exciting. It was all that I could do to drag my eyes away from

the warm, brown body only a few feet away.

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Body: Jason was still dressed. He looked at me helplessly,

visibly embarrassed. I knew he was thinking of the little

reddened marks that I had left on his belly and thighs. Marks of

love, of passion, of unbridled lust. I also knew that he was

thinking of his immature sex organs. He was ten-years-old and

still a -little- boy.

I smiled weakly. "I think old Jason is a bit embarrassed,"

I said quietly. I realized that it was a stupid thing to say

even as I said it. "He's still pretty small down there," I added.

"Huh?" Jeff asked playfully. He smirked cheekily.

"He's a bit worried you'll laugh at him," I added. "I think

he's also worried you'll know he's been having sex." There it

was. Out in the open at last. Almost a week, six days of shame

and guilt laid bare. If I guessed right, it was anything but a

shock for Jeff and Harry.

Harry grinned. "I doubt whether Jeff cares and, for that

matter, I certainly don't." He playfully tousled his lover's

hair. "I don't think he's particularly interested in girls. At

least not yet. And he won't be if I have anything to do about

it."

Jeff smirked back at Harry with a broad cheeky grin. It was

a knowing look that conveyed an unnatural intimacy. I paused,

searching for the words that I really needed to say, realizing

as I did so that both Harry and his grandson had come to the

'natural' conclusion that Jason had sex with another male. I

knew I was the only candidate and it made me feel strangely

proud. A week earlier I would have been appalled at my reaction.

"This is different. Jason is pretty sure he's gay." I

paused again and caught my son's eyes. I sensed his shame. I

knew he was afraid of being rejected.

"So what, that's nothing to be ashamed about," Jeff giggled

teasingly. "I might be too. I probably am and it doesn't bother

me. It's still too soon to tell, but I hope I am."

I nodded as I placed my arm around my son's small shoulders

protectively. "So why is he embarrassed?" Jeff asked.

I smiled. "He's only just turned ten. He knows boys at the

school he goes to will make fun of him if they find out he's

gay. Sometimes there are fights. Even if a boy is suspected of

being gay, they beat him up."

"Yuck," Jeff breathed out. "They're dumb, Jason. Don't

worry about what they think. Just do what you want to do."

My son nodded slightly. It was impossible not to look at

Jeff. He was naked, shameless, and uninhibited. His brown,

smooth skin was exposed in its entirety. His body was on the

verge of puberty with just the faintest downy fluff on his

groin. His testicles were flushed, ready for the coming

onslaught of manhood and the demands of maturity. In the next

few months the changes would be nothing short of miraculous as

the boy began the process of becoming a man. Already his

testicles looked heavy in the pale, pink folds of his small

scrotum but his testicles would get bigger and bigger until they

could fulfill their mission, sending testosterone surging

through his body and his seed spurting out of his penis.

Jeff's penis was becoming harder and longer and ready for

action even as I looked. The boy giggled as his small fingers

expertly retracted the well-stretched foreskin past the still-

tiny pink tip by pushing down on his fat, swollen shaft, feeling

it throbbing, quivering, and very alive under his fingers.

Instinctively, his small buttocks clenched as he tensed in

anticipation. His scrotum began to tighten despite the heat

until it was a rounded, delicate lump beneath his now rigid

penis. Like his penis, he was substantially larger that Jason in

the testicle department as well. The bronzed body was

uninterrupted and it was very apparent that Jeff spent a lot of

time without clothes on.

Jeff glanced at Jason who was now undressing slowly,

removing his tee shirt with deliberate caution. He smiled at the

younger boy encouragingly. "There's nothing to be ashamed about,

Jason. You're going to have to show us sooner or later so you

might as well get it over with. Show us your dick, come on.

Don't be a baby, huh?" he teased.

Bare to the waist, the difference between the two boys was

even more apparent. Jason was slender with narrow hips and

shoulders. His navel seemed to be lower on his belly than Jeff's

and it changed his proportions dramatically and to great

advantage. The gentle contour of his body was timeless. He was

ethereal Ganymede, beautiful Hyacinthe, young Adonis. His soft

skin was several shades lighter than Jeff's and his buttocks

were pale.

Both Harry and I laughed. "He's right, you know Jason," I

added.

Harry nodded. "We understand you know. These things happen

and it's nothing to be ashamed about. You're really no different

to any other boy. I bet it's just a bit smaller, that's all."

Jason nodded, reassured somewhat but still very reluctant.

He sat down clumsily on the ground, trying to delay the

inevitable as he fumbled with his shoelaces. It seemed to take

forever for him to remove his socks and shoes. Unlike Jeff, who

had left his clothes lying where they happened to fall, Jason

fastidiously rolled his socks up and inserted them into his

shoes. He looked up at me uncertainly, his eyes pleading for me

to help him. His small fingers seemed to shake nervously as he

tried to unfasten the button. It took forever. He pulled the

zipper about half way down and stopped. He was unwilling and

unable to go further. He swallowed. His toes curled over and his

knees drew together, instinctively protecting himself, yet

serving only to draw attention to his groin.

There was little that i could do to help short of leaving

with Jason. Sooner or later the boy would have to accept what

had been done to him and go on with his life. I nodded gently.

"It's okay," I said quietly. "You don't have to undress if you

don't want to."

Suddenly, forcefully, Jason tugged his jeans down his

slender legs and past his feet. I could see the boy's face

becoming redder as he realized that both Jeff and Harry were

staring fixedly at the small bulge between his legs. I smiled

and extended my hand to my son. Gratefully, he accepted it and I

lifted him up so that he stood before him. Except for his briefs

he was naked but those few square inches of bright red nylon

were the most important inches of all.

I squatted down before him and placed my hands on the boy's

small hips. I could feel the bony mounds with my finger tips. My

thumbs stroked his lower belly soothingly, barely an inch or two

away from the boy's groin. I felt very close to him. I smiled at

him reassuringly and then slowly worked the boy's briefs

downwards with small playful tugs, revealing just and inch or

two until I was halfway down his thighs. I pushed the last

vestige of my son's modesty all the way to his feet as he

blushed bright crimson.

Harry nodded appreciatively as his eyes ran over the naked

boy. Up and down, expertly assessing, examining, drawn back

again and again to his groin. "He's perfect,... absolutely

beautiful..." he breathed out in open admiration.

Jeff looked at the younger boy. Unable to quell his rising

jealousy, he blurted out, " But his dick, it's pretty small,

isn't it."

Harry laughed. "With his looks he doesn't need anything

down there." Jason reddened even further and Harry laughed again

at the boy's discomfiture. "Well you are beautiful Jason. Do you

think it really matters that you're gay? Because I'm glad you

are."

Jason pursed his lips, then compressed them tightly. "You

don't think it looks too small. I've got the smallest dick of

any boy I know. I don't even look like a boy, well at least not

like him,... down there," he added glancing at Jeff's thighs.

Harry looked towards me. "I don't think it's small at all,"

he answered. "I think you're very lucky."

"Lucky?" Jason asked. "I hate being like this," he said

resentfully. "Why does it have to be so small? Why can't it be

bigger? Well, like his is?" he added, pointing at Jeff's groin.

"Why does mine have to be the baby one? I wouldn't call me lucky

at all."

Harry nodded reassuringly. "I know how you feel, Jason. In

a way that's very important to me, you are lucky. Right now I'm

sure you hate being small down there but not every man likes a

boy to have a big penis. Sometimes being small is special too,

in fact very special. In a few years when Jeff matures, he'll

have a much bigger penis than you. But not only that, his

testicles will be much bigger too and he'll have orgasms that

make a real mess all over the place. That in itself isn't bad,

but he'll probably have hair all over him and pimples

everywhere. Unless I'm much mistaken there'll be a lot of hair

around his penis. Personally, I don't think that you'll be like

that when you're older. Then you'll understand why I think

you're lucky." He looked at me meaningfully. "I think your dad

understands."

I nodded, wondering how long it had been, a bit less than a

week since I had first seen Jason at the airport. 'My son the

wimp'. How could I have looked at the beautiful, little boy and

been so wrong. The softness, the gentleness, the quiet, fragile

boy, all the things that drew me to him and made me hunger for

the touch of his body against mine. "He understands," I said

simply, acknowledging the undeniable truth of Harry's

observation.

"So what? So what if I don't get lots of hair down there,"

Jason persisted. But now he was curious. Perhaps there was

something to it. Perhaps his diminutive penis and testicles had

an unrealized value. It could never be more than poor

compensation, but anything was better than nothing.

"So what if my penis doesn't get a lot bigger. Why is that

important?" Jason asked curiously.

"Because a lot men who like boys like them like that. It's

because,... well they are attracted to them because they are

boys and when a boy starts to grow up, they usually lose

interest. A boy isn't as interesting,... sexy if you like, when

he looks more like a man than a boy." Harry answered, then

added, "Personally, I like my boys to look like boys, not

gorillas."

Jason giggled and blushed slightly as he looked sideways at

me. I knew what he was thinking. I smiled at him. "He's right,"

I said quietly.

I swallowed, remembering the very first night I had spent

with Jason. The very first time, in the middle of the night,

when I awoke to find Jason standing by the side of my bunk,

drawing his smooth, naked body down beside me, embracing him

with a hug that revealed more passion than a father should ever

feel for his son. I remembered how my hands had stroked his soft

back and thighs, getting ever nearer to his buttocks until my

fingertips had brushed lightly against the warm, soft cheeks.

The thrill returned and I knew an unbridled, uncontrolled

excitement as I caressed his tiny scrotum. I was never more

aware of the pounding of my heart as I carefully eased his

little white underpants over his thighs.

"Hey Dad! Can we go explore the cave? Please?" Jason asked

as soon as he stepped free of his underpants

I shrugged and glanced at Harry. It would be nice to a have

a little privacy from two inquisitive boys while we undressed.

Harry shook his head. Jeff interrupted before Harry could reply

to my question.

"You can't go in there, Jason," Jeff stated. "Not yet!

You're still a virgin and it's not allowed."

I saw Harry smirk. "What's the deal?" I asked.

Harry nodded. "Jeff's right. There are a few rules here.

One of them is that boy-virgins aren't allowed to go past the

guardian. Until he loses it, Jason can't go inside. Jeff's been

inside many times, of course. It's quite,... uh,... interesting."

"The guardian?" I questioned. "Oh! So that's the guardian,"

I said as I recognized the function of the enormous phallic

symbol. "So what are the other rules?"

"So what's a virgin?" Jason demanded. "How come Jeff can go

inside but I can't?"

I smiled as Jeff began to grin. "Because he hasn't put his

dick inside your ass, yet, that's why. You're a virgin until he

does," Jeff teased the younger boy.

"What are the other rules?" I persisted.

"Jeff's right," Harry acknowledged. "Maybe tomorrow

morning, you can go in Jason," he suggested as he glanced

knowingly at me. "The other rules. Hmmmm! Help me out Jeff. The

first rule you both already know. You can never tell anyone else

about this place. The second rule you also know now. The third

rule is pretty simple, no one can wear clothes beyond this

point."

"You come as nature made you," Jeff interrupted again with

a cheeky grin. "And a boy must leave a gift of great value after

he comes here for the first time,... that is if he's not a

virgin any longer."

"There are a few others as well," Harry added, "but that's

enough for now."

He started to unfasten his belt and zipper and I followed

suite, undressing before two very-interested boys. A minute or

so later we were all naked and our natural state was exactly

that, natural. I was surprised how quickly I got used to be

naked before Jeff and Harry. There was no shame or

embarrassment, just a very pleasant and relaxed sense of

freedom. We folded our clothes, placed them on a rock shelf and

went out into the sun. The heat of the long walk down the side

of the mountain had made us all hot and we followed the

whooping, screaming boys into the pool. It was remarkably

refreshing.

Boy watching was quickly becoming by far my favorite

pastime. I could easily spend the rest of my life watching

Jason. Even Jeff was worthy of my attention, but having the two

boys together was an added bonus since they interacted and

prompted behavior that would have been unlikely from either one

alone. They swam and chased each other, they played in the sand,

they sun-bathed, they swam some more. As the heat of the day

began to fade, they wrestled. They wrestled with a crude, raw

sexuality that was increasingly uninhibited as they become more

used to the contact of their naked bodies and the admiring looks

of two men.

Jeff was careful never to hurt Jason and always held his

strength back. He never lost a fight, but he never used more

strength than was necessary to subdue my son. I was proud of

Jason nonetheless. He fought valiantly, returning to be defeated

and thrown onto his back within a few minutes of commencing

every attack. It was good for him. He needed the company of a

boy who was close to his own age and the opportunity for

physical contact allowed him to 'burn off' excess energy, both

as calories and sexual interest.

"They're good together," Harry observed. "Have you ever

noticed how a boy craves to be touched when he's excited. Look

at Jason, Jeff too, for that matter. The only reason they're

wrestling is to be able to touch each other. It's a nice way to

get rid of their hang-ups. They can feel good without the

pressure of sexual feelings. It's good for them, but if we

weren't here, they would be having sex, you know."

"How can you be so sure, Harry? It looks to me as if

they're just having some fun together," I said innocently. "I

don't think Jason is interested in Jeff like that."

"You're probably right. Jason's love-sick, if ever a boy

was. But watch him, he still doesn't mind when Jeff touches his

penis. See, there, he's smiling while Jeff's pushing it against

his belly."

"You know, Harry, it really doesn't bother me like I would

expect. I mean, well,... I should be jealous. If it was Tina I

would be furious, but Jeff and Jason, well I don't think it's

not wrong."

"What if they had sex?" Harry teased. "Do you think you'd

mind then?"

"I don't know. We've already discussed that, I think," I

counteracted.

"In a way we have. For some boys, for a boy like Jason it

may even be better for him if his first experience occurs with

someone his own age. The emotional stress isn't there and he's

free to explore how he feels. I guess it's better for him

because he learns at his own rate."

"You're probably right. I'm still not certain that I could

do that to Jason, even if he was older. He trusts me, Harry, and

I love him too much to hurt him," I acknowledged.

"There's a saying, it goes something like 'it's better for

a boy to learn to ride the colt, before he rides the stallion.'

Those aren't the exact words but you get the general idea."

"Jeff and Jason, and Jeff's the colt, huh?" I mused, "You

know, Harry the idea isn't a bad one... Would Jeff?"

Harry shrugged. "Probably, if I asked him. I know he's

played around with some of the other boys at school. It's only

natural for him to be curious, though he was younger then. He's

quieted down a fair bit since then. Remember what I said about

what it meant to love a boy? In fact, you said it as well. Sex

is really unnecessary if you love him. Just being with him is

enough if the love between you is strong."

"Huh? Oh! I know I said that. It's really all about the

depth of one's feelings isn't it? I guess the test is whether I

love him enough to give him his freedom. Whether I can stand by

and know he's having sex with someone else because it's better

for him. Like with Jeff."

"That's the question in a way. It reduces to that because

if he really loves you, then he won't want to have sex with

anyone else," Harry said quietly.

"But you just said that Jeff,..."

"I said he did when he was younger. In the first year, he

was free to do what he wanted. He roamed a bit and then he

settled down. The worst he does now is flirt a bit, but most

boys do that. I think it's his way of testing himself, of

finding out how much he loves me."

I smiled. "So I've noticed. It doesn't annoy you, Harry?"

"To be honest? Of course it does. I'm scared I'll lose him.

He's growing up so fast. The last year has been wonderful.

Unfortunately his hormones are getting ready to kick into high

gear. He'll be a young man in a couple of years. It's rather

sad."

"Yeah, I couldn't help noticing his balls. He's going to be

quite a stud in a few years from the look of him," I laughed.

"Well, if you find you can't do the deed, I guess Jeff will

do it. Jason's old enough and I think he's probably big enough

to go the distance, that is if you're careful with him," Harry

said as he studied the two boys with visible affection.

I knew that Harry was right. Of course, he had to be right

because he had a lot more experience that I did. Jason was

smiling, grinning actually, as Jeff straddled him and his thighs

were moving as he pumped his hips back and forth. His partially

erect penis was rubbing against Jason's stomach. The difference

between the two boys had never been more visible. Jeff was the

one on top. He was dominant and aggressive, his male sexuality

openly and proudly displayed in his thickened penis. Even half

erect, it was every bit of four-and-a-half inches long, and much

thicker than Jason's so that it appeared several times larger.

Unlike my son, Jeff was a well-endowed boy, and proud of the

fact.

Jason, perhaps by virtue of his age and size, but more

likely because of his true nature, was the subordinate partner.

What he lacked in aggressiveness and masculinity, he more than

compensated for with his gentle and sensitive nature. He was an

easy boy to love. I watched in mute amazement and with

considerable enjoyment as Jason's small hands caressed the older

boy. I was fascinated by my son's playful exploration of his

friend's body as much as by the sheer enjoyment that the two

boys shared. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I

picked up my camera and began to photograph them together.

Through the lens, the boys' innocent touching took on a new

light. It was a game to them, as only young boys can invent, but

I was the interloper, spying on their gentle play. Each little

penis became larger and harder and the game became more

stimulating as the minutes progressed, until finally Jeff

twisted onto his back and Jason straddled him. Shamelessly

ignoring both Harry and me, Jason leaned forward and licked the

tip of Jeff's now-rigid penis. It was harmless fun, the

culmination of a long battle between the boys, a fight that

Jason had lost and his punishment was Jeff's gain. It was a fair

trade.

Both Harry and I laughed as Jeff flipped him over to one

side and sharply slapped the younger boy's buttocks several

times. Jason yelped and pretended to be injured though only his

pride had been wounded. He brushed himself off and wandered over

to where we sat in the shade. He smiled at me shyly, a little

embarrassed at having been watched as he performed Jeff's

playfully imposed penalty. I shrugged and then smiled at him

reassuringly. He needed to be friends with a boy like Jeff. He

needed to be drawn out of his 'shell' and to accept who and what

he was. He needed someone close to his own age who he could talk

to, who could understand his feelings and help him deal with the

problems of being gay. He was gay and Jeff was gay and between

the two of them they could hold the world at bay.

PLATONIC LOVE.

I knew that there were times that a lover, or a father,

could not substitute for a young friend. I wanted Jason to love

me as much as I loved him but I also knew that I would have to

share him. When we were together I wanted to possess him

totally, still, I did not want him to depend on me totally. He

had to have something to call his own. I sighed as I regarded

Jason carefully, scrutinizing his young body. Perhaps it would

be better as Harry had suggested, to let him 'ride the colt

before he rode the stallion'. Afterwards, if he was still

interested, then maybe we could take that step together. But

then he would know the consequences of our love and I would not

be taking advantage of him.

"You angry?" Jason asked nervously.

"Me? Angry? I thought you and Jeff looked great together.

The two of you make a good pair. I'm glad you're friends with

him, Jas'."

"Yeah?" he asked uncertainly. "I thought you'd be angry

with me for messing around with him."

I shook my head in denial. "I could never be angry with you

for enjoying what nature gave you to enjoy, Jay-boy. That's the

reason it's there for, you know."

Jason smiled as Jeff ambled up and put his arm around the

younger boy's shoulders. It was a naturally affectionate gesture

from one boy to another, but, unlike my loving hugs, it was

devoid of real intimacy. I realized then that the possibility of

Jason discovering his true self with another boy, of losing his

virginity to Jeff, was very remote. No, it was impossible. Jeff

liked him, he did not love him, and the feeling was mutual. The

best the two boys would ever be was close friends and

confidants. That was enough.

"How about you two boys gathering some wood for a fire,"

Harry suggested. "It'll be dark shortly and we need to get

dinner ready."

Jeff and Jason nodded as one, any sexual arousal replaced

by a close familiarity with each other's body and the desire to

accommodate Harry's request. Obediently they went in search of

firewood.

Harry and I started to inflate the air-mattresses. It was a

thankless task at the time, though one whose benefits would be

realized during the night. The thought of sleeping on the rough

ground, even on the sand, was not attractive to me. I huffed and I

puffed for all I was worth, lowing into the metal valve until I was

breathless. Oh how I wished I could have brought the air pump that

I used aboard Apollo for inflating the rubber dinghy. Still, there

was some enjoyment in is, watching the two naked boys dragging back

large dry branches from their forages into the bushes, returning

with armfuls of twigs and sticks of all sizes. The boys were in

their element and I resolved to spend as much time with Jason naked

as I possibly could.

As darkness began to settle, the boys constructed a fire.

Rather, Jeff, ever the expert, instructed Jason, ever the neophyte,

in the ritualistic laying of grass and twigs. The act of lighting

was performed by the older boy, needless to say. Harry began to

prepare dinner and I settled back and enjoyed the pleasant warmth

of the crackling fire. Both boys were dirty and needed a bath as

much as any other time in their lives. There were streaks of dirt

on their legs, even muddy smears on their bellies, and a thin, dusty

layer of grime from head to toe. In the idyllic, arcadian setting,

there was an ethereal and primitive aura about both boys. Their

nudity was unpretentious, all signs of society stripped away until

only the primal child remained. For the first time I was

overwhelmed by Jason's innocence. He was guileless and ingenuous,

his unadorned body a sublime study in form. He was a splendid

creature of nature. I loved him dearly.

Dinner consisted of thick, spicy sausages and fresh tomatoes,

washed down by cold beers we retrieved from the pool. Even Jason

drank, finishing half of my can before he burped loudly. The next

two hours passed quickly as we lounged before the fire. Jason lay

before me on our air-mattress, his little buttocks pressed back

against my groin, his head snuggled into my shoulder as my arm

provided his pillow. He was content just to lie still and feel the

warmth of my body.

The same could not be said for Jeff. Ever audacious,

profligate, and outrageous, Jeff set about seducing Harry in front

of us. His display was lewd and calculated, a blatant display of

young sexuality as he cuddled, petted, dandled and burrowed against

Harry. Harry indulged him, obviously proud of his lover's

attentions and not afraid to return his caresses with pampering

fondling of his own.

Yet it was impossible not to recognize Jeff's coquetry for

what it was. It was more that mere flirtation, his wanton actions

were intended to excite both Jason and myself. Speaking for myself,

he was very successful and my penis grew harder and bigger with

every minute until it snuggled comfortably into Jason's crack.

Finally, even Jason's inhibition collapsed and his hand tugged on

mine, leading it down to play with his little, very-aroused

genitals.

It was an archaic ritual, a process of eliminating societal

taboos until only the raw and unrestrained desire remained and

intercourse was no longer prohibited. Jeff's sexuality became

increasingly brazen and crude, though never vulgar. He straddled

Harry, grinding his excited genitals against the man's belly and

chest as he moved with unabashed desire. In the flickering light

from the fire, it was like a rite from a ceremony of initiation,

though devoid of liturgy, it was a celebration of man-boy love.

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Body: Jason and I watched silently, as Jeff reached behind him and

covered Harry's now-huge erection with olive oil, moving his hand

expertly up and down the swollen, glistening shaft until it

attained the apogee of stiffness. Then Jeff, not even twelve-years-

old, still immature like Jason, knelt over Harry. He pushed

backwards, wiggling his pelvis as the enormous penis forced its way

into his rectum. I felt Jason's body shudder, a sympathetic

response to his friend's impalement. Like a lance, it skewered him,

piercing his anus swiftly and then punching upward as Jeff's gasped

and labored, straining as the inflexible monster was driven into

him.

"Is it hurting him, Dad?" Jason whispered.

"I,... I don't know, Jas'. It doesn't look like it," I replied

softly.

And then it was contained inside the handsome boy, the boy

whose company I enjoyed so much. He looked fatigued as he sat

astride his 'father', his expression solemn as he struggled to

accept its presence, to adapt to the demanding pressure in his

bowel. There had been no coercion, no commands, he had been

compelled only by his own desire. He rested for a full minute and

then he began to move, riding like a jockey on a powerful stallion.

At first just his pelvis moved, rotating slowly and then

vellicating as the tension faded in his anus.

"He's doing it," Jason murmured. "He's doing it, isn't he,

Dad?"

I nodded and gently squeezed Jason's penis between my fingers.

His erection was very stiff, unyielding to the pressure in my

fingers. Jason's hips eased backward, compressing my penis firmly

into his crack and his upper leg lifted up, giving me free access

to his genitals. Gently, I began to masturbate him, tugging the

skin back and forth over his swollen glans with each jerk.

We watched together, engrossed in the wonder of what

confronted us. We saw Jeff's motions become faster, each lunge back

more intense than the preceding one, increasingly desperate until

Harry took his intended role and began to thrust into Jeff's body

with forceful, vicious jabs, lifting Jeff into the air and

eliciting long cries of unparalleled ecstasy. Their orgasms came

with seconds of each other, their sweat-slicked bodies straining

into a frightening, frenzied orgy. Jeff collapsed, breathless and

exhausted, his body shaking feverishly as his excitement subsided.

Silently, Harry eased Jeff forward. There was a distinct,

loud, sucking sound as his penis pulled free from the spent boy,

his energy consumed, his urge depleted. Harry smiled at me as he

stood up. It was a smile of triumph, of complete and utter

satisfaction. He leaned forward and pulled Jeff to his feet. The

boy teetered precariously, enfeebled his arm sought Harry's, and

together they left the circle of light.

Jason and I were alone. The fire crackled noisily, sending a

myriad sparks into the darkness. There was nothing I could say to

Jason. He needed to make up his own mind.

"Dad?...." he whispered after long minutes of shared silence.

"Yes?" I said softly.

"It was beautiful, wasn't it? What they did wasn't wrong or

bad was it?" he asked uncertainly.

I shook my head. "Most people would say that it was, Jas'. But

it really isn't any of their business what Harry and Jeff do

together."

"Or us too, right Dad?" Jason asked. "You want to do that to

me, don't you?"

I breathed out slowly. "Maybe, when you're older."

"Jeff told me Dad,... he started when he was my age. He did

it on his birthday."

"Well, you're not Jeff, and I'm not Harry," I replied.

Jason twisted away from my and rolled onto his back. The

golden glow of the fire made his slender body appear mysterious and

very appealing. It was an aphrodisiac that aroused the most intense

passion with me. He was like a young, beautiful animal, he exuded

a carnal sexuality, his intentions clearly amorous as he gazed at

me with a lascivious grin. He was a sensual boy, his ardent desire

revealed in his very-hard penis. He breathed slowly, his eyes

locking on mine, willing me to take him, to love him, to penetrate

him.

"Jason...." I whispered uncertainly.

I could not find the words I needed. He reached out to me

fervently, the look on his face impassioned, a prurient grin as his

hands closed on my wrists. He wanted what I wanted. I lifted his

legs upward, pressing his knees into his shoulders. He nodded,

taking one deep breath after the other as his excitement increased.

Then even as I started to bring my penis closer to his uplifted

ass, wondering whether I should lubricate it with the olive oil

that Harry and Jeff had left next to fire, I realized shamefully

that if I did it would be impossible for me not penetrate him. I

also knew that I could never leave my son torn and bleeding. I

glanced down at Jason's throbbing, little penis as mine pushed

between his cheeks and brushed against his hot, sweat-moistened

hole. I knew I couldn't do it, I could never hurt him like that,

and I knew it would hurt him because he was obviously way too small

to do it without a lot of pain.

"Go on," he prompted. "I want,... you to."

I smiled at him reassuringly. "I do too," I said gently. "I

just don't want to hurt you," I added nervously.

"It's okay... If it's too bad, I'll tell you,... and you can

stop."

I drooled spit onto my fingers and pressed them into his crack

and then I rubbed my penis around the boy's hole and covered the

tip of it with the slick, slippery juice of my saliva. Jason

grinned, a weak, almost senseless grin, then his teeth clenched and

his face contorted as he waited for the pain to begin. He wanted

my penis inside his body but he was horribly scared of being hurt

by it. I moved my glans around his anus and pressed forward slightly

into the soft, loose button to test the elasticity of his anus.

While the boy's opening was not as tight as it had been only a day

earlier, there was no way my penis was going to go easily into him.

Jason looked at me, his eyes questioning mine as he searched

for the answer he wanted to hear. I shook my head and the boy's

eyes flashed as he angrily grabbed for my penis and tried to pull

it into him. I reached between us and held his small hand in mine.

He calmed down as his urgent desire faded. Little tears formed in

the corners of his eyes and threatened to become bigger. He

tottered at the brink.

"Do it, please Dad? I want you to put it up me...now...okay?

I don't care if it hurts. I'll be okay. Just put him in me," the

boy sobbed as he felt despair growing in his belly as his desire

was thwarted.

He stretched back into the pillows, his small penis was limp

and lying soft and relaxed against his smooth thigh but his desire

was still strong. Playfully, I lifted his slender legs upward to

his chest. The two globes of his buttocks parted slightly and

revealed his deep crack glistening with the wetness we had made

together. I slipped my hand down between his legs and my fingers

pressed back into the warm, enveloping heat of his crack, probing

the dilated hole cautiously. My thumb gently rubbed his tiny,

wrinkled pouch.

Jason grinned his little-boy smile again, "You want to put

him in back there?" he asked nervously.

"Why? Are you afraid I'll hurt you... or afraid you'll like

it?" I teased.

He looked at me angrily. "It hurts... I know it does... when

a man does that to a boy."

I smiled my most reassuring smile. "Did your teacher tell you

that, in sex education?" I asked playfully.

He shrugged as he grinned cheekily, "He didn't have to. You

don't have to be a brain surgeon to see that your cock is so big

and I'm not. My hole.... you know... it isn't that big back there."

He added meeting my eyes. "So I know it'll hurt...it will, won't

it? Julien told me I won't even be able to poop like normal for a

while.... I don't care."

Even as he spoke I could see the curiosity in his eyes, the

temptation growing as he considered the idea.

I nodded, "I'm sure it'll hurt quite a bit at first Jason, but

you know... after a few times... well it isn't supposed to hurt

that much. Even for a skinny, little runt like you." My son giggled.

"Paul told me that most boys, sometimes even younger than you, get

to like it pretty fast. A few days is all it takes."

Jason nodded, his vibrant, blue eyes meeting mine. He was

still excited, even more than before as adrenaline surged through

him and his reluctance was replaced by a strange desire for what

he knew only in theory. The primal urge of his body had been

awakened again as he contemplated the idea. He tried to calm his

racing mind, wanting to resist the hunger that seemed to rise up

inside and consume him. He felt his penis begin to stiffen again,

shrugging off its stupor instinctively. He swallowed and looked

away, but irresistibly his eyes were drawn back to mine. Nervously

he chewed his bottom lip.

When he spoke it was barely more than a whisper. "Yeah... I

guess.... So how far in does it go?" he asked before looking away

again.

I smiled reassuringly again and stroked the soft smoothness

of the boy's inside thigh. Instinctively his penis flexed, nearly

erect again, and my hand slid gently upward so that the tips of my

fingers brushed against his balls. He swallowed and looked back at

me, "Well?" he demanded.

"At first we'll just put the tip in."

"Just the tip? He's too big to fit in me all the way, isn't

he?" he asked as his eyes glanced rapidly at my erect penis, so

much bigger than his own small appendage.

I shook my head. "I guess your body stretches inside. Like

when you poop. What comes out is pretty thick sometimes isn't it?"

He smiled shyly. "Yeah, well sometimes, but then it hurts.

Will it hurt a lot?" he asked as the ache in his belly and the

terror of the unknown began to grow.

I shook my head again, "We'll be very gentle and slow. I'll

stop whenever you want. I expect it takes some time for your anus

to loosen up and stretch enough for it to go inside. Harry told me

that sometimes a boy bleeds a little bit. Jeff did, he told me," I

added. "But he said it'll stop as soon as we take it out."

Jason looked at me as I unscrewed the top from the bottle of

olive oil, now breathing deeply as his excitement built to fever

pitch. His small, reddened dick was rigid against his belly. "Do

you really need to use that stuff?" he asked looking at the amber-

colored oil.

I poured a liberal amount out onto the fingers of my other

hand and smearing some onto Jason's fingers. "Uh huh. It makes you

slippery inside. It's a lot easier then for my penis to go inside

you. Feel how slippery it is. Rub some on your dick, Jas'."

The boy smirked and straightened his legs out a bit as he

swiped his fingers over his rigid cock, smearing the oil along the

length of it. His hand closed around his penis and he began to

masturbate very slowly. He giggled as his eyes half-closed in

instant gratification.

"Wow! It's really slippery. It feels really nice," he sighed

contentedly. "It's like when you use spit on him, only better."

I moved my left hand slowly to the boy's hand and lifted it

away to stop his gentle masturbation. "Don't waste it Jas'," I said

gently as I lifted his knees upward to his chest.

Then my right hand moved down until it was underneath his

buttocks, the tip of my finger stroking rhythmically, around and

around his anus, rubbing into the boy's most private place as I

smeared the lubricant into and around his opening. It was

remarkable what a difference the generous coating of oil made. His

anus felt much looser, almost as if it could be entered by my penis,

if I was careful. My finger slipped inside without any difficulty.

Jason gasped as he felt his bowel penetrated again, instinctively

pulling back and tightening, or at least trying to tighten his

sphincter to resist my entry.

"Just relax Jas', it'll feel just like before, only now it'll

go in deeper," I reassured him.

The boy nodded. His breathing slowly became faster as my

finger began to explore deeper inside him. My finger twisted and

rubbed gently into his prostate until his knees bent and his toes

curled into the mattress, getting leverage to raise his buttocks

upward. I watched mutely as his muscles began to strain. The long,

thin tendons in his legs became tense and I saw his brow glistening

in the moonlight as sweat came. He began to whimper, then making

an animal-like moan that came from deep inside his chest. His mouth

was open as he breathed heavily. Every few seconds his hips were

jerk with sudden spasms, pumping down onto my finger with a fearful

violence.

It took a few minutes and two or three squeezes of olive oil

before I had two fingers inside him and he was ready to go the rest

of the way. The minutes passed, the biting squeezes of his

sphincter muscle lessened until they became merely uncomfortable.

His anus, previously so small and tight, felt exactly like a thick

elastic band, resilient and stretchy. I pulled one finger back and

began to use the other against the Jason's tiny prostate again. A

minute later and he was humping against my finger. His eyes were

closed tightly and his breathing became ragged. Jason gasped and

writhed. Jason purred and trembled. Jason moaned and shuddered. The

boy was abandoned to his ecstasy, unable to understand or control

the intense feelings that surged through his body. He was

completely at my control. I had a sense of power over him that was

satisfying in the extreme. He depended upon me for his very

existence.

Finally I stopped and rested my finger inside him with the tip

pressing firmly into his sensitive, little prostate. The boy was

shaking, his knees trembling with an uncontrollable urgency. His

pale-blue eyes, no longer quite as angelic as they'd been earlier,

were wide open in disbelief. He nodded wildly, eager and compliant

for what for he realized must follow, then looked at me

questioningly as I withdrew my finger.

"That was wild! Are we going to do it now, Dad?" he asked

hoarsely. He was no longer afraid. He was confident in his body's

ability to give him pleasure. His sphincter was about as dilated

as it would get using my fingers alone and I nodded. "Just the tip?"

he added.

"As much as you want, Jay-boy. I'll stop whenever you say

okay?"

Jason smiled, "You can go further if you want to. I don't care

if it hurts a bit, okay?"

I grinned as I began to lubricate my cock, then changed my

mind. I passed the olive oil to Jason. He grinned at me eagerly.

His eyes were full of affection and admiration, tinged with desire

that was fast becoming an overwhelming hunger. "How much do I use?"

he giggled.

"I don't know. A lot, I guess," I said, then added, "Get it

real slippery and real hard. Okay?"

He smirked, "'Cause he goes in easier then?"

"Uh huh." I said absorbing the delicious sensation as the

boy's small hand enclosed the shaft of my cock possessively. He

stroked it gently as he worked the transparent oil over it.

"He's bigger than before... and really hard," the boy observed

after a minute. His voice trembled nervously. "Now what?"

I smiled. "He's bigger because he wants to be inside you,

Jas'. He wants to make love to you. Now, I guess you lie on your

side and pull your knees up as far as they can go. Yeah, that's

right. And I lie down behind you like this," I said, settling down

behind him. "Now Jas', I want you to relax, that's right relax.

Don't panic okay, you can feel my cock pushing into you a little

bit, can't you?"

"Uh huh. Is he in yet, Dad?"

"No, not yet. Just relax, try to push back against me gently."

"Is he in now?" he asked again. "Dad, it's starting to hurt a

bit more," he warned nervously.

"Now I'm going to push a bit harder, okay? It'll start to hurt

a bit and you'll want to pull away but I want you to push down like

you're trying to poop. You ready?'

"Yeah,....Ohh shit! Ohhhh... that hurts. Man that hurts. Stop

a second. Please, Dad."

"Take a deep breath Jas'", I said, easing off the pressure a

fraction. "Now push down as hard as you can."

"Ohhh! Ohhh shit... Jesus that hurts".

"Take a deep breath again. Okay? Now try again, that's better.

Harder! Yeah... again!"

"Owww... Stop!... Stop... it feels awful. Like it's tearing

inside.... No... no don't take him out. I think I'm gonna be sick.

Just stop a bit.... I think I'm gonna throw up.... Man that hurts.

Is he in yet?" he sobbed.

"Yeah, it's in. The tip's in almost the whole way. Now just

relax for a while. I think you have to get used to it."

"It feels like something is stuck in there. Am I bleeding yet,

Dad?"

I held the boy tightly. His body trembled continuously and I

waiting until he calmed. Each second the pressure and tension

faded. "No,... no you're okay. Is that getting better?"

"Bit better. Is he really in me, Dad?" he asked anxiously.

I reached for the boy's hand, pulling it down between our

bodies and placing it on my cock. His fingers traced along it,

feeling where it disappeared into his own body. "He's only in a

little bit," he observed with obvious disappointment.

"Huh huh, but that's the hardest bit. Once we get a bit more

in you it'll slide in the rest of the way."

"The whole way? You mean all of him?" the boy asked.

"If you want Jay-boy, I'll try. I don't know how far up it's

supposed to go."

The boy was silent for a few seconds, "Yeah!" he whispered.

"The whole way in is okay with me. But you've got to stop when I

say so, promise?" he added as he stroked my cock with his finger

tips.

"I promise. You take a deep breath and push down again

whenever you're ready."

"Okay, here goes, Dad. Ohhh... Ohhhh shit... NO! STOP!

No...no, don't stop."

I paused as I felt the boy's naked body convulse and shudder.

"You okay?"

He paused a moment, "Okay... I'm okay now... that's better...

Shit that hurt! Did he go in much further? Can I feel? Wow... he's

about half of way in, isn't he?"

I smiled, "Just about. You okay? How does it feel? Does it

hurt bad?"

"Huh? I'm okay I think. I feel like I'm gonna explode or

something. It feels like a huge wedge is stuck up me. It hurts,

kinda. But not real bad, it's like I want it out... but I want it

in too... I,... I think I want him in me even further. Am I bleeding

yet?"

I grinned, "No! No you're fine." I said glancing downward,

"You really want it in further Jas'?"

"Yeah... real slow but I gotta get my breath.... Okay, just

go slowly!... Ohhhh ohhhh shit!... Ohhhh!... Shit it feels like

it's comin' out my belly!.. Ohhh man! He's in isn't he? Not all the

way but he's in pretty far... Shit I can feel him in there. This

is awesome. I gotta pee and I can't stop... Hell, it's dripping out

of my dick. No! No don't take him out yet."

I pulled back a few inches and then gently squeezed forward,

grinding the length of my cock into his prostate so that the head

forced into his bladder. Jason shuddered, trembling and shaking

uncontrollably as I began to fuck him.

After a few slow thrusts being very careful with each forward

motion he began to sob, "Stop... please!" he begged. "Just a

bit,... I can't breath. Just till I get my breath."

"You okay?"

"Yeah... yeah I think so... I gotta get my breath. I....it...

it's unreal. I can barely breath, Dad... My dick keeps leaking pee.

And it sort of hurts in my belly, like I've got to poop,... Okay...

that's better," he panted.

"I'm going to move as gently and slowly as I can Jas', but say

if you want me to stop." I said

"No... No, not now! I'm okay... I think... that's if you don't

mind me peeing on the bed?" he murmured.

My son smiled weakly, trying to find some humor in his

predicament. He was incorrigible, his young strength already

draining as his body quickly became exhausted. Jason looked at me

with his eyes half-closed, with something approaching admiration

as I pushed forward gently into the marshmallow-like tissue inside

him. We were both breathing heavily. Slowly, surely, I felt his

young body accept mine and the warmth gradually crept up the length

of my cock as it sunk deeper and deeper.

"It's going in now, Jas'," I whispered. "I think the worst

part is over."

Jason gazed up at me silently. His eyes were open wide in fear

and in awe. His numbed body sensed its violation and instinctively

made one brief attempt to fight back and preserve what little still

remained of his virginity, but to no avail. His sphincter was in

no shape for anything but a token struggle. As soon as it came I

saw the pain in his eyes and I instantly stopped pushing forward.

I held his hips and it was over within a second or two.

"Just relax, Jas'. It's okay my beautiful boy... Ohhh Jas'...

you feel so good and hot inside", I whispered as I resumed my

downward pressure.

As he felt my cock fill his rectum and push up into his belly,

Jason smiled weakly back at me, now breathing through his mouth in

slow, heavy pants that made his chest rise and fall rhythmically.

"Shit! Dad,... I can feel him going inside me...it feels soooo

big.... God he's big, how far... how much is in me now,... is it

in all the way yet?" he murmured.

I grinned down at the boy, keeping the pressure on him until

my rigid penis could go no further and my pubis squeezed up tightly

against his cheeks. The soft wet heat seemed to flow out of his

body, along my penis and into me. I stopped and tried to fight off

the orgasm that I knew was just around the corner. I lifted up his

hand again and drew it downwards, between his buttocks and my

thighs, guiding his fingers to where my body joined with his body.

For a moment I felt the boy's fingers on my penis, touching right

where my testicles began, where it disappeared into his anus.

His mouth opened in surprise, "It's...all the way in there...

It is! He feels so big. It doesn't hurt at all. It just feels big

and nice,... really good. Can you move it? It feels really tight

inside," he whispered.

I nodded and gently pulled back, taking some of the pressure

with me, then as soon as Jason sighed, I thrust gently forward,

slowly replacing the void in his belly with nearly-eight-inches of

rigid, hot penis.

"Ohhhh...." he groaned as it filled his tortured cavity again.

I paused, looking at the boy lying before me. His young, immature

body seemed so small and weak, so fragile, that the possibility of

my penis ever fitting inside him seemed very unlikely. That it did

fit inside him with no with almost no pain to the boy, made it

remarkable.

"Do... that... again...okay! Really slow like that.... Ohhhh

man, that's good," he breathed. "Yeah, do it slow.... It feels,...

like he's comin' out,... my belly," he added between gasps.

"You're doing great Jas'," I whispered. "It doesn't hurt too

bad does it?"

He shook his head and smiled weakly. "Sure is tight,... in

there, isn't it?"

"Uh huh! You're getting looser though. I'm going to do it a

little bit deeper. You ready?"

"Yeah! Oh s-s-h-h-i-i-t-t," he moaned loudly.

We were both on the brink of orgasm after only half-a-dozen

slow careful thrusts. On the seventh, the boy's legs began to

quiver, tensing as yet another orgasm came. When it hit on my next

thrust down into his bowel, Jason moaned again and his rectum

spasmed on my penis, tightening just enough to increase my own

pleasure to the point of no return. That was all it took for me and

I felt the seed boiling up my throbbing shaft as my testicles

knotted, squeezed, and emptied. Desperately I slammed into the boy,

driving my straining penis into him to the hilt, then pulling back

out about halfway, then again and again, back and forth. Even as I

pumped, I desperately flexed my penis in a vain attempt to hold

back the rising seed as I felt the impending explosion. It was an

impossible task. I wanted only to empty my seed into him, to fill

him with my love and claim his body as my receptacle.

"I'm coming, Jas'," I groaned as I found I could not stem the

bursting any longer. "Ohhh! I love you."

The boy shrieked with what I thought could only be terrible

agony as another orgasm came, stronger than the last, stronger than

any he'd had earlier. We came together, at exactly the same instant

and my semen spurted deep into the boy's loose, clutching bowel as

Jason convulsed wildly beneath me. As soon as the last of it was

out I dropped forward over the still-shuddering boy, taking my

weight on my elbows. My penis was still contained deep within him,

floating in a sloppy mess of semen, mucus and olive oil. It felt

very nice indeed. It took a long while for us both to calm down and

our breathing and hearts to return to something approaching

normalcy.

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Body: "Well", I whispered as I kissed the boy's forehead, "I know a

boy who's not a virgin any more? What's your Mom going to say, Jay-

boy?" I teased playfully as he slowly twisted his head around to

meet mine.

He opened his lips, pressed his tongue forward and we kissed

and sucked, now joined in two ways. When we parted he grinned

sleepily, but already his strength was beginning to return.

"You wanna do that again in a bit?" he whispered.

I nodded then eased myself off the boy and, holding his hips

rolled him onto his side and lay down next to him and he cuddled

up, pressing his back into my chest, "We'll see Jay-boy, we'll

see."

"You really slimed me back there," he smirked. "It feels

really sloppy inside me. I think it's even running out a bit."

He giggled playfully and reached his small hand to caress my

limp, sticky cock as it exited from his anus. He tugged it gently

with his fingers at the base and suddenly felt the hot, slippery

slime that we shared as the thick shaft of my cock disappeared into

him. His soft thumb massaged my balls as he gently squeezed his

tortured rectum on my cock.

"There's stuff all over us," he whispered."

"What did you expect?" I teased. "I think that's what happens

when you get your ass fucked," I laughed.

"They're watching us, aren't they?" Jason whispered as he

glanced towards Harry and Jeff.

I nodded. Jeff was sitting up, leaning back against his

'father', his arms wrapped around his legs as he gazed into the

darkness. Strangely, the fact that my love for Jason had been

witnessed, no longer bothered me. I felt intensely proud of what

Jason and I had shared. Our bodies had been joined together, for a

while we had known an ecstasy that few people could understand, we

were still united.

"Do you mind?" I whispered.

He smiled, his cheeky grin barely visible in the darkness.

"Not any more. We saw them doing it, I guess it's only fair, isn't

it. Jeff was right when he said there was nothing to be ashamed

about."

"I could never be ashamed of loving you, Jas'," I admitted.

He tightened his rectum again with a playful squeeze. "I love

having him in me," he sighed. "He feels so big and nice inside me.

I never dreamed I could feel like this, Dad."

"Neither did I," I said softly. "I really didn't think we

could do it. You feel wonderful too, Jas'. I love being in you."

We lay together, joined inseparably, as much by the union of

our bodies as by the knowledge of the love we shared. Again Harry

was right, Jason had become a different boy. I kissed him again and

again, our tongues merging and coalescing into one, our saliva

intermingling freely as we became increasingly passionate. We were

both tired but sleep evaded us. I could hear Jeff and Harry

whispering, the sounds of flesh moving against flesh, the sounds

of lust as Jeff gasped, then moaned, and then the rhythmic, wet

sounds of intercourse.

"They're doing it again, aren't they Dad?" Jason whispered.

"It certainly sounds like it," I answered.

I peered into the darkness. I could barely make out Harry's

silhouette as he knelt behind Jeff. Jeff's legs were up in the air,

his knees at Harry's shoulders, his feet clasping around Harry's

back. I watched silently as Harry lunged against him, listening as

the wet sounds became louder and faster, and reached a crescendo

as Jeff groaned in shameless ecstasy, abandoned to the agonized joy

that came from being fucked.

"You want to do it again, Dad," Jason offered shyly.

"Do you?" I asked. "I think you've had enough for one night.

At least you're not a virgin any more."

"I'll make him hard again, then you'll have to do it again,"

he teased.

I laughed and hugged him tightly to me, "You'll be so sore

later on, you'll wish you hadn't, Jas'," I teased. "You'll be

walking like this", I laughed, walking two outstretched fingers

over his hip and down his belly towards his still-half-erect penis.

"You'll be bow-legged, but if you keep doing that, I won't have

much choice, will I?"

"It really didn't hurt very much, you know. Just a bit when

you first started putting it inside me. After it was all the way

in I liked it. It was kinda nice!" Jason giggled and squeezed his

rectum even tighter on my shaft. "If I get him hard again, can we

do it again?" he added, "It doesn't hurt at all now, if fact if

feels really great having him inside me".

I kissed him behind the ear and nuzzled his silky hair with

my nose. I tickled the boy's soft ear lobe with my tongue as my

fingers gently stroked his tiny penis. I had to marvel at the extent

of the boy's desire. His little penis was about as hard as it had

been when we had first started. I knew his young body was on the

verge of physical exhaustion but I wanted to fuck him again. "Okay,

we can do it again, Jas'. If you can get him stiff enough."

Immediately, the young boy started to pull away from my penis,

but I grabbed his hips and held him before it slid out of him, "But

Jason, you can't use your mouth, or your hands, okay?" I teased.

The boy twisted around and glanced back at me and grinned

crudely. "Is that because he's dirty from being inside my butt-

hole? I don't care if he is. You already put your tongue in there

before anyway."

"No," I laughed. "He's not dirty from you, but you need the

practice. Use your muscles inside to squeeze on him. Yeah, that's

right Jas'. Just like that! Not too hard. Just squeeze down on him

as if you were trying to poop, then try to pull him back inside

you". I felt the boy's sphincter begin to do its work, the weakened

muscle alternately tightening and loosening.His slender body

visibly trembled with the effort. Still it felt good, real good and

within a minute I could feel my penis growing again and filling the

boy's body as it hardened. Slowly it became tighter again inside

him. My son noticed it too.

"He's getting bigger again, I can feel him getting stiff," the

boy murmured as he rocked his pelvis gently and cautiously tested

his body's resistance as my growing penis moved within him. It

sucked against the tight, slippery walls of his rectum. In the few

minutes since I'd stopped fucking him he seemed to have tightened

up considerably and his rectum now felt like a taut tube around my

penis. There was a delightful pressure running from the base all

the way along to the tip. It was obvious that Jason was enjoying

it too. "It doesn't hurt... anymore. He's getting bigger, I can

feel him. He's getting so hard," he hissed. "He feels so good in

there. Do you think he's stiff enough now?"

"What do you think, Jas'?" I asked, taking over the rhythm and

beginning to thrust harder and deeper into the boy. "Is this what

you want?"

He nodded and pressed his buttocks back to force my erection

further into his body. He gasped suddenly as I kept the pressure

on and began to surge harder, deeper and faster.

"Yeahhhh!...Ohhhhh!... Do that!....Ohhhhh.....Ohhhhh....Fuck

me... Do it faster, pleaseee", the boy pleaded.

Where did my son learn such words, I wondered. He whimpered

and trembled, immediately coming to the very edge of orgasm. His

breathing accelerated until he was gasping frantically for air.

"I'm gonna...Ohhhhh yeah! Do it to me!" he begged as he

writhing shamelessly on the bed. His thighs jerked and his pelvis

twisted as he worked his ass on the big penis pumping inside him.

I thrust into him as hard as I could, taking the boy right to the

brink of his sanity before backing off again.

No longer feeling the need to orgasm, I took my time with my

son. We were all but oblivious to the presence of Harry and Jeff.

That they were watching and listening was a foregone conclusion.

At some point I was aware of Jeff coming closer, standing only a

foot or two away as he studied us, shamelessly writhing, and moving

in unison as we tottered on the edge of orgasm. I grinned back at

him like a satyr, full of lust and boundless passion as I pushed

into Jason, going the full depth as my son's body twitched and

shuddered, and then pushed back for more.

I led Jason up to the precipice of orgasm time and time again.

Finally, after more than 30 or 40 minutes I stopped. He was barely

conscious. His arms and legs twitched and quivered endlessly and

his slender, brown body glistened with a sheen of perspiration.

Easily I lifted his naked, trembling body up and pivoted him around

on my cock. He moaned deliriously and I held him tightly to me,

placed him back on the mattress and I rolled onto him, so that he

was under me. I pushed his legs wide open with my knees, then

kneeling above the small, barely conscious body, lowered myself

down onto him, driving the full length of my cock into him.

"Oh God!," he wailed. "Do it harder!"

"Take it easy, Jas'," I gasped out in disbelief. "Does it

hurt?" I demanded urgently as he shook uncontrollably.

His head jerked, neither affirming or denying his pain, merely

an indication that he wanted me to continue and not stop. Then, he

seemed to find strength and he hissed, "Do it faster!"

The boy's body was slammed into the air-mattress with each

powerful thrust of my thighs. I pulled back so that only the

engorged tip of my cock was still embedded in his anus before

sliding back in. It forced his bowel open even further. Jason

wailed into the air-filled pillow again as one intense dry orgasm

was followed almost immediately by another, endlessly climaxing. I

felt my own orgasm building. My testicles tightened and the huge

swollen tip of my penis throbbed in unbelievable ecstasy as I

pounded it into him. The tension built as I felt my semen rise up

my shaft and explode into my son. Both of us gasped for air and

shuddered as we convulsed together. Jason's body spasmed wildly as

I spurted what seemed at the time to be endless gobs of sperm into

the boy's fully dilated rectum. There seemed to be no tension left

inside him, just the wet, spongy heat that we shared.

I collapsed on top of the unmoving boy, taking some of my

weight on my elbows and knees. I kissed his neck and shoulders

lovingly, murmuring, "Ohhhh Jason....Jas' you were

wonderful....Boy you were soooo good. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry if

I did, I couldn't stop. You okay?" I begged concernedly.

The boy's blond head was dark on the pillow, but it moved

slightly. His cries were muffled in the pillow or strangled in his

throat before they reached me. All I could hear was a rasping sound

as he gasped for air. Gently I lifted his face up, letting it rest

on the side. His cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. His breath

was ragged and coming in short spurts as he panted. If the boy had

any strength left in his body before his last orgasm, the last few

minutes had drained him completely as I had fucked him nearly

senseless. After a minute or two, my own strength began to return

and I carefully pulled back, withdrawing my softened cock from deep

inside the boy's rectum. It sucked loudly as the head popped out

of his anus and I rested back on my knees. I glanced and saw the

limp shaft of my cock was streaked with dark, red blood; my son's

blood. His little, pale buttocks were smeared with it and there was

a darkness in his gaping crack from blood that had begun to ooze

out of the boy's well-stretched hole. It formed a little trail

across his wrinkled, tiny ball-sac and then trickled downwards to

the mattress. The evidence of the loss of his virginity was a vivid,

bloody red.

I picked up the corner of the sheet and tenderly wiped away

the boy's blood and my semen. In the darkness, the red stain was

barely visible on the white cotton, but the wetness provided

another sign of the loss of his innocence. The opening into my young

son's body seemed impossibly large. His little anus was stretched

to the limit and I could see straight down into his rectum, into

the crimson of his bowel, then the darkness deep inside his narrow

pelvis. I suppose that I should have feel ashamed of hurting the

ten-year-old boy but all I felt was an overwhelming triumph. I had

possessed him and taken both his 'manhood' and his virginity. I had

shown the boy that would he could never be the same again. He had

tasted lust and discovered the terrible hunger that now came with

his body's desires. I wondered what his mother would say?

After a few minutes I realized that Jason had fallen asleep

and I lay quietly beside the boy and lovingly caressed his bare

shoulder and back for what seemed several hours. It was much later

when he finally awoke, just an hour or two before dawn. I knew right

away that he wanted to do it again.

PLATONIC LOVE.

DAY 17. Naxos August 9th, 1993

"Of course it wasn't a tiresome job yet, so somehow, riding out the panting

and sweating, he got what he wanted and I fell back asleep, exhausted with

passion. Less than an hour later he began pinching me and saying,

'Why aren't we getting on with it?'"

Petronius, The Satyricon.

We made love again for the third time early the next

morning. The sun had not risen when I gently eased my penis into

Jason's body, applied a firm, though very careful pressure and

after a few painful minutes, entered him again. My penis

progressed forward barely a fraction of an inch at a time,

embedding itself at a snail's pave into his tortured body, as

Jason's bowel loosened. The tension within him faded slowly as

cramping muscle spasms racked his body. Finally, after several

minutes there a last ditch effort by his sphincter to preserve

the sanctity of his bowel, a half-hearted attempt to resist my

intruding penis, and then he was mine. I pushed carefully,

feeling the oil-slicked sides of his rectum sliding down my

shaft.

He was still very tight inside but the pressure he exerted

on my penis was not in the least uncomfortable. In fact, it was

entirely enjoyable for me, though noticeably less so for my son.

As my powerful sucking had served to intensify his erection, so

hid the pressure inside Jason serve to harden my organ. I could

not remember my penis ever being so stiff before. I penetrated

him as deeply as I dared, until I hit something immovable inside

his colon. It resisted as I pushed up against it, a resilient

barrier that caused Jason to whimper and try to pull away as I

forced into it. By then I had at least six good inches inside

him. I let him rest for more than ten minutes, absorbing the

fabulous sensations that flowed out of his body and into mine.

Every little squeeze of his well-stretched sphincter muscle made

my penis dance and throb, exciting his own movements until his

body could take no more.

Jason initiated intercourse. It was to become a familiar

pattern in our love-making. I would wait, content just to be

inside him, patiently resolved to let nature undertake the

preparation of his young body for copulation. When he was ready

and the pain was bearable, Jason took the lead, if only for the

first minute or so. But I was still surprised as Jason began to

move his pelvis, just an inch or less, back and forth, pushing

my penis harder into him, then pulling back slowly. Each time,

his rectum seemed as if it was attached to my penis until the

adhesive pressure broke and I slid abruptly back. As soon as it

pulled free, even by an inch, the void opened in his belly and

he pushed back again, seeking only to fill himself with my penis.

After a few minutes, nature and Jason had performed the

impossible. It was a task for Hercules to stretch his little

bowel to the point at which it accepted, with bearable pain, the

presence of my penis. I began to move cautiously, pumping no

more than an inch, sometimes two, with gentle thrusts. He was a

little boy and I took him gently, ever careful as I knew

intuitively that the slightest, rough movement might injure him,

and that was something which I could never do.

It was a cold, grey morning. The air was damp and laden

with fine mist, and we were chilled as we waited for the warmth

of the sun. Our nakedness was covered by a blanket I had brought

from Apollo and the warmth of our bodies was shared between us

as we lay like two spoons, fitting together as we were intended

to be. Gradually the light strengthened, until I could easily

see the silky-blond hair on Jason's head, his smooth, pale neck,

and the gooseflesh on his shoulders. He whimpered, moving gently

as he rocked his hips in synchronized movement with mine.

Sometimes he squeezed down, tightening his distended rectum on

my penis and sending the most wonderful sensation through me as

he gripped my penis deep inside his body and sent ripples of

delight along the shaft.

He was learning to love me just as I was learning to love

him, and like all things, we needed to practice our art. That

morning was the first of many wonderful morning sessions.

Refreshed by sleep, though still sleepy, we began slowly, barely

moving, content just to be joined together with my penis largely

contained within his young, tight bowel. As our sleepiness left

us, our movements became more excited. My penis travelled deeper

and with longer strokes, from an inch at first, to two, then

three, then all the way to five inches as I withdrew until just

the swollen glans remained inside my son's small body and then

plunged back in with a forceful, though very restrained thrust.

It was fun to practice with Jason.

Unlike the night before, when Jason had astounded me with

his ability to orgasm repetitively, this morning he did not,

though he was perpetually close to it. I supposed that it was a

combination of factors; but most likely was the fact that Jason

was still sore and bruised from the night before. His tender,

young body had been initiated, abused in a way that it was not

yet accustomed to. He was not tired, but it seemed to me that he

was physically detached from the feelings I created inside his

body. I realized guiltily that he was experiencing some pain and

I slowed my stabbing penis to a gentle rhythm, leaving it

embedded and unmoving often for a minute or more at a time

before driving forward again with cautious prodding.

In the ever-increasing light it was likely that both Jeff

and Harry probably were watching us, cause enough for some

nervous trembling but Jason was cold. I held him tightly and

ensured that his naked body was well covered, he still shivered

continuously. It was, as I later discovered, a reaction that was

not unusual in a boy. That morning Jason experienced an

unpleasant and uncomfortable combination of shock, self-doubt,

shame, and guilt; as well as the delightful feelings that came

with the realization that he was homosexual. His discomfiture

that were exacerbated by the knowledge that my penis was inside

him, providing feelings that were both frightening in their

intensity and delightfully wonderful. They were feelings that he

could not no longer deny.

As Harry explained later that day, the moment at which a

boy discovers that he enjoys anal intercourse is the time he

accepts, or begins to accept, that he is homosexual. Until then,

a boy can deny it and pretend that it is a game, a harmless

pursuit that is nothing more than a brief interlude in his

growth to manhood. That moment for Jason, occurred at about six

o'clock that morning as he was transformed, reborn even as the

sun was reborn. That morning I realized that Jason's love for me

was every bit as strong as mine was for him. He would never be

the same innocent, little boy again. But unknown to me there was

more that bothered Jason, but those concerns were things that I

could not begin to understand until several more weeks had

passed.

Afterwards, as we lay pressed tightly together, still

connected by penis and rectum and floating in a slippery, oozing

film, he cried softly. I comforted him as best I could,

whispering words of endearment in his ear as I kissed his neck

and shoulders and nuzzled his hair. I heard Harry and Jeff

moving behind us and I twisted over. Both of them were naked,

hugging to keep warm as they stood before the fire, now

beginning to blaze with the sticks and grass they had placed

upon the remaining embers. It was a beautiful sight, an

unforgettable image of two lovers, a man and boy entwined

together as they share a passionate embrace in the morning light.

I smiled at Harry and he playfully squeezed Jeff's penis.

Jeff grinned at me knowingly and raised his eyebrows with

malicious interest in Jason's virginity. I nodded and Jeff

smirked, giving me a triumphant 'thumbs up' for victory. He

sauntered around the blazing fire until he stood before Jason,

still huddled up under the blanket, still a willing prisoner in

my clasping arms, enfolded securely in my embrace, my penis

still imprisoned in his rectum.

"You feel okay, Jason?" Jeff asked concernedly.

Jason nodded abruptly, sinking into a lonely silence. Jeff

grinned. "Does it hurt bad? I know it sometimes it hurts pretty

bad afterwards. It's like it's on fire in there or something. It

goes away in a bit," he added reassuringly.

"'s okay," Jason said. His voice quavered as he spoke so

softly that he was barely heard. "It hurts a bit,... I guess."

Jeff squatted down, spreading his knees wide as his heels

squeezed into his buttocks. His small genitals, so much larger

than Jason's were openly and shamelessly displayed.

"I hurt too for a while when I first started. It stops in

a few days. But it sure sounded like you enjoyed it last night,"

he teased the younger boy. "I bet you're pretty sore up there

now."

Jason nodded. "It hurts in my tummy. It hurts back there

too."

Harry knelt down next to Jeff, facing Jason and me. He was

oblivious to the fact that his penis was still moist, glistening

with a wet slime that represented the visible sign of his union

with Jeff. "It'll feel better in a few hours, Jason. You need to

get up and try to go to the toilet."

I nodded and carefully pulled back away from Jason. As my

penis sucked free of his body, there was a distinct 'pop', not

unlike the sound of a cork being extracted from a bottle of wine.

Jeff giggled. "Jason sounds pretty tight," he teased.

I lifted back the blanket that covered our bodies. The

sweet, pungent aroma of boy-funk drifted out from underneath.

For the first time I saw the streaks and stains of bright-red

blood on the sheets and I felt appalled that I had done that to

my son. Jason saw them too but he didn't seem to mind as much as

I expected him to. I felt quite sick.

"I bled some, didn't I," he observed curiously. I stared

at him with surprise. "Julien told me I would," Jason explained.

"'cause I'm a kid still."

"And you're a virgin," Jeff interrupted. "I bled a bunch

too my first time. It stops pretty quickly," he added expertly.

Harry chuckled. "He was a virgin, Jeff. He's not any more,

I don't think."

I helped Jason stand up on very-wobbly legs. He teetered,

weakly holding my arm as I guided him over to the fire and eased

him down to his knees. He breathed heavily, clamping his arms

around his bare chest to warm himself. Harry placed some more

sticks on the fire and poured me a cup of coffee as Jeff

retrieved our blanket and passed it to me to place around

Jason's back. He shivered, his flesh almost blue with cold. I

knelt behind him, giving him whatever warmth I had. I sipped

some of the life-giving coffee and then held it for Jason. He

didn't like the taste much but he swallowed a mouthful or two,

glad of the added warmth. Slowly his trembling stopped and he

began to relax.

"Dad, I think I have to poop," he whispered shamefully.

"That's okay, " I said as I helped him to stand up. "I

expect that normal after what we did last night and this

morning," I added gently.

He wobbled uncertainly, lurching as he tried to take the

first step towards the bushes that we had designated as the

latrine. I smiled at him reassuringly, accepting full

responsibility for what I had done to him. I placed my arm

around his shoulders and helped him take the sixty-five foot

trip away from the warmth of the fire. I lowered him carefully,

following him down as he squatted over the sand. I knelt before

him, supporting his still-weakened body by holding his arms and

bracing his head against my chest. I felt him wince as his

rectum took the strain of squatting, then saw a grimace of pain

on his face as he pushed downward.

He strained for a full minute, contorting his face as the

pressure increased in his bowel. One little, wet fart followed

another, gurgling out of his distended anus like tiny

explosions, as the air and fluid inside him was expelled. My

semen dribbled out, oozing and yellow-brown in color, with tiny

strands of mucus that had mixed into a thick slime. I watched

between his legs, feeling surprised that I had deposited so much

inside him. I had three orgasms during the night with the last

only a matter of minutes earlier and while there had been a

strong feeling that I was drained from each one, I had not

expected to find so much inside him.

As the last of my love-juice trickled out, his expression

became pained as a vicious cramp tightened his bowel. He

shuddered as another came, even more violent. Tears appeared in

his eyes as he clung to me and trembled. I held him tightly,

sensing what was about to happen only moments before his body

gave way and emptied. Steaming, dark fluid squirted like muddy

water out of him, splattering into the sand and over his feet.

He groaned, then tensed again as another spasm caught him

unprepared and he emptied his innards. Oblivious to the foul

smell and the mess on the ground, I clutched him to me, hugging

the crying, shocked boy fervently as I stroked his head.

"It's okay, Jay-boy," I whispered. "I'm sorry. It's okay."

He cramped again and gasped as another spasm came. It was

followed almost immediately by another, now frightened as he

anticipated yet another terrible, gushing release. But it was

over and only the last residue was expelled, dribbling from his

weakened body into the spreading puddle underneath him. When I

was certain that he was finished, I helped him stand up. He was

pale and barely able to support himself, his body exhausted from

being drained so mercilessly. I pushed sand over the mess and

with my arm around him, helped him back towards the fire. He was

shivering again and every inch of his naked body was puckered

with gooseflesh. His cheeks were streaked with tears and he

sniffed loudly.

"You okay?" Jeff asked with concern as we approached.

Jason's mouth was clenched and resolute and his lips were

compressed in shame, embarrassed by his body's natural process

of cleansing itself.

"I think he's okay, Jeff," I answered for my silent, very-

tired son. "He has diarrhea. It took a lot out of him I expect."

"It's probably the oil," Jeff said. "It's like that

sometimes when it goes too far down you. I do it too," he

admitted. "You don't do it with KY, but then you get constipated

at lot. You get used to it after a while, Jason. It isn't that

bad," he added.

Jason regarded him quietly, still reluctant to talk. I

moved him closer to the fire, and placed the blanket around him

again, then held him close to me, supporting his weight as he

leaned back against me. He breathed weakly, each breath was

strained and a considerable effort for him. After a minute,

Harry came over and handed me a warm, wet cloth. I knelt down,

accepting my responsibility as I gently sponged him clean. I

wiped into his crack, removing the brownish fluid that still

remained, washing away the dried blood and semen that was

smeared over his buttocks and the inside of his thighs. I worked

my way down his legs slowly until he was clean. My careful

ministrations seemed to ease his shame but it was apparent that

he was still in pain, the residue inside him continuing to

irritate the bruised lining of his rectum.

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