"Time to get up, Sleepyhead," he said. "You have orientation this morning, then a tour of the Island."

"Are you coming with me?" I asked.

"No," he said. "I'll see you tonight. You have a full day ahead of you. There's a lot to see on the Island."

I looked around for Matti at breakfast, but didn't see him. Again the nullos teased me about having a dick, but it didn't bother me as much. I knew I'd be getting it cut off in a few weeks. After last night, after the fucking Chris had given me, I really didn't need my pecker any longer. My orgasm when Chris had fucked me had been better than any I'd had when I'd jacked off.

I could still pee through my dick, but Chris had talked me into sitting down to pee, so I really didn't need it even for that. "It's gross to see you pee all over the floor," he had said, and I guess he was right about that. My mom had always yelled at me for missing the toilet. Besides, I might as well get used to peeing that way, since that's how I'd be doing it for the rest of my life.

The rest of my life...I looked down at my crotch. For the rest of my life, I would have neither a dick or balls. I'd be a nullo. At least, I'd be like everyone else, like all the nullos on the Island. If no one has a pecker, peckers don't mean much. What's someone going to say, "I'm smoother than you?" Only the boys that had been on the Island for a long time had scars. I'd looked for them on the younger nullos and hadn't seen any.

In the orientation room, I took a seat at one of the tables. Several boys, some of the ones I'd seen on the plane and in the cafeteria, boys with gold collars, balls, and dicks, were already there. Some came in after I'd taken my seat. The boy that had spoken to me in the cafeteria came over and sat next to me. "Does it still bother you that you're going to be a nullo?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Do you...I mean did you jack off?" he asked. Before I could answer, he added, "I used to all the time. I couldn't shoot or anything, but I used to cum I think. I liked jacking off. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to shoot. My older brother could shoot. He used to let me jack him off." Then he looked around, adding in a softer voice, "He used to make me suck him off. Did you ever suck a boy off?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, like I was an old hand at it.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. I liked it."

"I wanted to see what it was like to have someone suck me off," he said. "Now, I'll never know what it's like."

"No big deal," I said, "getting fucked is better."

"How do you know?" he asked. "Did anyone ever suck your dick? Could you shoot? I know you can't now. After those shots they gave us I can't even get a woody; but could you shoot before?"

"No," I said, "but I've been fucked; and that's great. It's got to be better than having your dick sucked."

"Who fucked you?" he asked, "Someone back home."

"No, the boy -- I mean nullo -- that was sitting next to me in the cafeteria yesterday."

"How can a nullo fuck you?" he asked.

"He strapped on a dildo. I did it first. I fucked him with one, then he used one on me. Isn't a nullo watching after you? Ask him to fuck you with one. You'll like it."

"He doesn't stick around," he said. "He just drops me off at my room, then comes back to get me at meal time. He didn't even sit with me at dinner."

"Chris spent the night with me. Maybe you can stay with me tonight. I don't think Chris would mind. I'll let you use the dildo on me, and if you want, I'll use it on you. What's your name?"

"Aaron," he said. "Yeah, I'd like to come over. I got lonely and scared last night. Do you think it'll hurt when they..." hesitating, he looked down at his crotch, "cut them off?"

"Chris told me it doesn't hurt. You might be a little sore for a few days, but nothing that a pain pill won't help he told me," I said. "Are you sore from the shots? Do your balls hurt?"

"A little," he said, "but my dick hurts more. It's really sore."

"Mine was, too," I said but I took a pill, and it feels fine now. Why don't you ask for one? I'm sure they'll give one to you."

About that time, an adult came into the room. I won't call him a man, because he was a nullo. Like Matti, he had on a red collar. "Good morning, boys," he said. "I'm Jeff. I will be giving this orientation, and will be taking you on a tour of San Carlos Island. Welcome to San Carlos Island. Did all of you sleep well last night? We have a busy day ahead of us."

There was about twenty of us in the room. In turn, we stood up and introduced ourselves. "How many of you are upset about being nullified?" he asked. I looked around. Only two other boys and I didn't raise our hands. Aaron raised his. "Why don't you care?" he asked one of the other boys that didn't raise his hand.

"I never liked them," the boy said. "I've wanted them cut off for as long as I can remember. I'm glad they're cutting them off. I want to be like you and the other nullos."

The other boy felt the same. "And you?" Jeff asked me. "Did you hate your genitals, too?"

"No," I said, "but I do think nullos are hot; and they make fun of my dick and balls. I want to look like everyone else. I don't want to be different. They're dead now, anyway, so I might as well have them cut off."

"Why do they have to cut off our dicks and balls?" a boy asked.

"There are several reasons," Jeff said. "Foremost, San Carlos Island is famous for nullified boys. Other resorts have them, but they don't specialize in them. Ours are better trained; and they've been sexually enhanced. No other resort has access to the drugs we use on our nullos. Their nullos are just castrated boys. You are becoming a third gender. Also, Ben Toeber, the founder of San Carlos Island believes that testosterone is a poison that causes much of the world's problems. The world would be a better place, if all boys were at least castrated."

"How would there be babies, then?" one boy asked.

"Select boys would be designated breeders and would be allowed to keep their balls until after puberty. Over the next few years, their sperm would be extracted and stored, then made available to women that were qualified breeders. Then, those boys would have their balls cut off. We could solve the overpopulation problems of the world in one generation. You boys are the forerunners of a new world order, an example of what the world can become. We have hundreds of nullos on this island, yet there are few fights. Just imagine what it would be like if we had a bunch of intact pubescent boys. This place would be bedlam."

"But why cut off our dicks," another boy asked.

"That's just a matter of aesthetics. Does everyone know what I mean by that word?" No one answered. I thought I knew, but I didn't want to look foolish, if I were wrong.

"Beauty," Jeff said. "Everyone stand up." We did. "Now, look at your peckers. Have you ever seen anything so ridiculous as that little tube -- that and your balls? Wouldn't you rather be smooth like I am? If your dick's not going to work without your balls, why keep it?"

"So we can pee standing up," one boy said.

"You don't shit standing up," said Jeff. "Why should it be important to pee standing up?"

"We don't shit at all," said one of the boys. "We have to clean ourselves out with an enema twice a day."

"Clients expect our boys to be clean inside and out," said Jeff. "You don't have clients yet, but you'll soon have trainer, and your trainer will expect you to be clean. No one likes to get shit on his dick."

"How would you know?" a boy said. "You don't have a dick to get shit on."

"Don't get smart," said Jeff, "that doesn't play well on San Carlos Island. You're not rowdy boys any longer. You're nullos -- or you soon will be."

"But why us?" a boy asked. "Why did you choose us to be nullos?"

"Several reasons," said Jeff, "foremost among them, is that you're beautiful children and your parents were willing to sell you. As you know, children are considered to be property that can be bought and sold until they're eighteen, as long as they receive a share of the proceeds from the sale upon coming of age. Too, all or you are sexually experienced. At the very least, you've been masturbating for years. Most of you have had sex with another boy or man, an older brother, maybe even your father, usually with someone you knew. I would guess that most of you have already been fucked. How many of you weren't fucked before coming here?"

I looked around the room. Aaron and three other boys raised their hands. I wasn't going to raise mine since Chris fucked me the night before, but I wasn't sure that counted. Was that really a fuck, since Chris didn't have a cock of his own? Since Jeff had said, "before coming here," I raised my hand, too. Only five out of twenty boys had their hands up. Fifteen of us had already been fucked; sixteen had, if I counted.

Jeff asked the boys who had fucked them. Several of them had been fucked either by their fathers -- the same fathers that had sold them -- or by their mothers' boyfriends. A few had been fucked by their older brothers; and a couple, already little sluts, had sold themselves. "Now, I would guess," Jeff said, seeming to look directly at me, "that the rest of you have at least sucked a little cock. Who hasn't?"

No one raised his hand.

"That's what I thought," Jeff said. "And, I venture to say that the rest of you would have been fucked before the year was out. Isn't that right?"

No one disputed that.

"See, you're not going to be doing anything here on San Carlos Island that you wouldn't be doing back home; only here, you'll be paid for it. Each of you, should you decide to leave San Carlos Island, will be rich when you leave. You won't have full access to your money until you're eighteen, but that's to keep the parents that sold you from having access to it. A trust will be set up that will pay you a monthly stipend until you're eighteen. And you don't ever have to leave San Carlos Island. We have a whole community of ex slaves on the other side of the Island. You'll be able to buy or rent a house there."

"Yeah," said one boy, "but we'll no longer have dicks and balls. How are we going to have sex then?"

Jeff held up a harness with a dildo on it, like the one Chris and I had used the night before. "You can have sex with one or more of your fellow nullos using one of these. I would encourage you to try them out. Some of you boys that haven't been fucked might find them a little uncomfortable, but you're all wearing butt plugs, aren't you?"

The question made me conscious of the one in my ass. We all nodded.

"Then, in a few days you should be stretched out enough for the smaller dildos," Jeff said.

"I thought we were getting trainers," a boy said.

"You will by the end of next week," Jeff said. "The trainers are finishing up with their last group of trainees, who are being cut next week. We'll give them a couple of days off, then they'll be ready for you."

I felt a pang of disappointment. I was hoping Matti would start training me right away. I'd rather have his dick up my ass than a dildo.

"Were you a slave?" a boy asked Jeff.

"Certainly," said Jeff. "I came to the Island fifteen years ago. Believe me...you boys have it better than we did. They used to cut off a boy's balls in the Arena while clients and nullos watched. And it hurt like hell. It didn't hurt for long; they splashed an anesthetic on soon afterward, but it sure hurt when they cut them off. You won't feel a thing. By the time they cut off your balls, they'll be dead and shriveled up. You'll go to sleep and wake up nullos."

Jeff told us about the clients, how about when they came to the Island they would choose us from holograms of us or from seeing us in person. They might even see us with another client and reserve us for later when we're free.

"Some of you might have regular clients that will come to see you several times a year. Some boys have even had their contracts bought out by clients and have been taken home with those clients, some even raised as their sons. We don't sell you to a client, unless you want to go with him, though. Ben used to indiscriminately sell nullos to clients, but we had a bad experience with one of them. He abused the boys he bought. Now, we do a thorough background check on our clients before even allowing them on the Island."

By the time the orientation was over, I think we were all feeling better about becoming slaves, about servicing clients, and even about becoming nullos. I know I was. I was almost looking forward to it. I would no longer worry about the size of my dick, about when and whether it would grow, or how long it would become when I went through puberty. I wouldn't have to worry about puberty at all; and if the other boys back home at my school were any example of what puberty did to a boy, I wasn't missing anything. All my problems with other boys were with ones that had gone through puberty. None of the boys that hadn't had ever given me any shit.

After lunch we were to have a tour of the Island.

Chapter 8: The Tour

Aaron and I stuck together on the tour. He wanted to hold my hand; so I let him. It's not something I would have done back home, walk around holding hands with another boy; but this wasn't back home. We weren't in Kansas anymore. We weren't even in New York anymore. I was naked, walking in a group of naked boys, following a person that had been nullified fifteen years before, holding hands with another naked boy. We certainly weren't in the good old USA anymore. The strange thing about it, it felt natural. I realized that I loved not having to wear clothes. When everyone is naked, and you don't have to worry about the size of your cock, being naked gives you a sense of freedom. The weather was perfect. On San Carlos Island, it rains only at night, and the weather is perfect during the day, never too hot and never cold at all. No one needs clothes on San Carlos Island. Jeff told us that Ben had installed a weather control system that keeps the weather on San Carlos Island perfect year around.

I realized suddenly that it wasn't only being naked that gave me a sense of freedom. Though Ben Toeber -- whoever he was -- might own me, though I might be a slave that would be nullified and have to service clients, I was free for the first time in my life. I was free of my father. It no longer mattered to me that he loved me. Before -- for as long as I could remember -- that was all I cared about. I would have done anything for that love; I would gladly let him fuck me for three little words, "I love you."

He had never fucked me. He had never so much as put his arms around me; but he had sold me, even knowing what that meant, that I would have my dick and balls cut off, that other men -- countless other men -- would fuck me. I'd find love elsewhere -- in Matti's arms, perhaps. I looked down at Aaron's hand clasped in mine. Maybe love existed even there, in him, a ten year-old boy that was about to be a nullo like me. Anyway, I had a better chance of finding love here on San Carlos Island than I'd ever had at home, in New York City, from my father, or from any boys at school.

I'd told myself that I'd loved Jamie Kosolas, that that's why I'd sucked his dick, but even if I loved him, he never loved me. If he had, he wouldn't have told everyone that I sucked his cock. He probably even called me a cocksucker behind my back. At least I guess, he never called me one to my face, as other boys had.

"Ha," I laughed to myself. Here, on San Carlos Island, being a cocksucker -- a good cocksucker -- wasn't a bad thing. It was something to be proud of. Boys -- nullos, like I was to become -- bragged about their cock sucking ability. I would show them -- I would show Matti -- what a good cocksucker I was.

We walked down to the beach. That's when I saw Clients for the first time. I'd been warned that I might see a client fucking his nullo on the beach, but that's not what I saw. I saw men, old and young, fat and thin, playing with nullos on the beach, running through the surf with them, playing catch with them. We passed four couples, two on one team, two clients and their nullos, and two on another, playing a game of football. "Go long, Sammy, go long," I heard the man with the football yell to a nullo about Aaron's size. That man -- a client -- was doing more with a nullo he'd paid to have sex with than my father had ever done with me. I'd never played ball with my father.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad being a San Carlos Island slut; maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all. I wanted to go over and ask them if I could play, too; but I couldn't. I had to finish the tour.

We were showed the client's quarters, luxurious suits, holographic TV's that filled a whole wall, all the latest video games, pool tables, anything the client or nullo might want. "We furnish them like each client wants, giving him anything he desires," Jeff said. "If you have any requests, tell your clients. You'll be surprised at what lengths your clients will go to please you. We're here to satisfy a client's fantasy, and most of them are looking for a boy -- or in your case, a nullo -- to love him. Make him feel you do, and he'll do anything for you. Certainly, he's going to fuck you; and you'll probably have to suck his dick more than once -- the drugs we provide them will let them fuck all day -- but you won't spend all your time fucking. Just like you saw on the beach today, clients do other things with their sluts."

By now, I was used to us being called sluts. All the nullos, not just Chris, seemed to call themselves, sluts. I guess it was like Blacks back at home calling themselves, "Niggers." It was all right for them to do it, but not all right for someone of a different race to do it. I wondered if it'd bother me, if a boy called me a slut. I thought back to how it had hurt when the kids back home had called me, "Cocksucker." That had hurt; that had hurt a lot.

I suddenly had a thought. What would it be like to go home after two years on the Island? Would I go back to school? I could just imagine walking into the shower with no cock and no balls. Wouldn't that freak the others out? "What happened to you?" they would ask. "Where have you been?"

"Oh, I was nullified; and I've been a slut on San Carlos Island for the last two years, fucking anyone that had the money to pay for me," I would say. Somehow, I didn't think that would go over too big. But, then...I would be rich. I'd never have to go back to my old neighborhood or to my old school.

San Carlos Island was beautiful. White sand beaches stretched as far as I could see. Clear, blue, water surrounded the island. In the sheltered lagoon, gentle waves lapped against the shore; on unsheltered beaches giant waves broke some distance from it. Clients and nullos rode the waves on surfboards and belly boards. Everywhere I looked clients and their nullos were enjoying the Island and each other.

Then, as we came over a rise, we saw a client fucking his nullo. The nullified boy sat astride his client, riding his dick, the client's dick sliding in and out of his hole. The boy looked up at us and smiled, then shuddered and grimaced. I knew he must be coming. We walked on. I looked back to see the boy collapse on top of the man, spent I guess, from his orgasm. The man must have had his about the same time, because he seemed spent, too.

"I'm glad you all saw that," said Jeff, after we were some ways down the beach from them. Most clients will treat you like a son, playing games with you, talking to you, and holding you, but they will also fuck you. And they may want you to satisfy them in other ways. Some will want you to satisfy them orally. Some may even want you to strap on a dildo and fuck them. Sex -- having sex with a nullo -- is why they come to San Carlos Island. Don't ever fool yourselves into thinking a client won't fuck you, because he will."

"Too," he continued, "you'll find that clients are curious about what it's like to be a nullo. They'll want to know if you like being one or whether you regret losing your dick and balls. Most clients can't imagine what it would be like to lose theirs, so they'll want to know what it was like for you to lose yours.

Stopping on the beach, we sat around Jeff in a circle. "How do you feel about becoming nullos now?" he asked. "You've seen other boys that have been nullified. You've seen nullos playing with -- even fucking -- their clients. Be honest. How do you feel about having your dicks and balls cut off? I want each of you to tell me -- to tell the rest of us how you feel. Be honest about how you feel. Who wants to go first?"

One of the boys that wanted to be rid of his dick and balls raised his hand, one of those that had said he hated his. Again he said how he'd always hated them and had wanted them cut off. "I wish I'd never had them," he said. I wish I'd been born a girl. Can't you make me into one?"

"No," said Jeff. "Our clients come looking for nullos, not little girls. Those that want little girls go elsewhere. You'll be smooth like a girl, though. You just won't have a vagina or grow tits."

"Well, at least I won't have these any longer," the boy said, grabbing his dick and balls in his hand and tugging violently at them. It was a good indication his balls were already dead. Otherwise, he would have been groveling in pain, considering what he was doing to his balls.

I squeezed mine; but it didn't hurt at all. Mine had to be dead, too. I wondered when they'd start shrinking. I wondered what it would be like to have an empty ball sac. Would it shrink, too, without any balls in it to stretch it out? Other boys were handling their dicks and balls, probably like me, wondering what it would be like to no longer have any.

Aaron, who spoke before me, said, "I still don't want them cut off. I would rather stay a boy than be a nullo; but I guess they're dead aren't they?" He squeezed his balls.

"Yes," said Jeff. "They're dead. There's no going back. They'll shrivel up and pretty well disappear, even if they aren't cut off. You're already effective a nullo. Neither your dicks or your balls will work anymore. All that's left is to tidy you up, to rid you of those useless appendages. He ran his hand over his crotch. Don't you think this looks better?"

"I -- I guess," said Aaron.

When he asked me, I said. "I want to be a nullo. I didn't at first, but I do now." And I did. I wanted to look like the others. I wanted to be like everyone else. Having a dick and balls on San Carlos Island made me different. I didn't want to be different. Too, I agreed with Jeff -- and with Chris -- a nullo's crotch did look nicer than did a boy's crotch. My dick, a little tube of skin, was ugly. So were my balls.

Chapter 9: Aaron Spends the Night

Aaron was in my room when Chris stopped by to get me. I asked him if it'd be OK for him to come over after dinner. "That's cool," said Chris. "I was going to tell you that I wouldn't be able to see you for a few days, anyway. One of my regular clients is on the late flight tonight. He's reserved me for the week."

"Do you like him?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's cool," said Chris. "Besides, he has an eight inch cock." He grinned. "I love his cock. He knows how to use it, too. It'll probably take me a couple of days to recover from the fucking he's going to give me."

He must have seen something in my face, because he added, "Hey, you did OK, but a dildo isn't a cock; and he is a man. I like being fucked by a big, strong, man."

"You are a slut," I told him.

"Yeah, ain't it the truth," he said.

We all laughed.

"Well, you guys know where the cafeteria is; and I have to get ready for my date. My client and I will be having a late dinner at his place. Have fun tonight." Chris cocked his eyebrow and smiled. "I will; and I wouldn't want to think that I'm the only one getting some. Both of you are hot. Once you're nullified, you guys are going to be in demand. I'm not going to let any of my regulars anywhere near either of you."

I liked Chris; and I was a little jealous that someone else was going to be fucking him -- he was my first, after all -- but I knew it would be foolish to fall in love with Chris. He was a slut. He'd fuck anyone that had a dick; and I could never satisfy him with a dildo, like a man could with his dick.

* * *

After dinner, Aaron and I went back to my room. We'd endured the usual taunts about how pitiful our dicks were in the cafeteria, but it no longer bothered me. It wasn't like being teased about having a little dick back home, when I had no idea when I'd finally go through puberty, and it would grow. Now, the end of my affliction -- having a dick and balls -- would end soon. I knew that within a few weeks, they'd be cut off, and I'd look like everyone else. Isn't that funny? I actually wanted to have my dick and balls cut off now. I wanted to be a nullo, so I could be like the others. All last year at school what I'd wanted most was for my dick to grow. Now, I wanted it cut off.

"You want to play videogames?" I asked Aaron.

"Maybe later," said Aaron, "Can you show me that dildo and harness thing first?"

"Sure," I said. I was hoping he'd say that. After walking around the Island, after seeing nullos with their clients, after seeing men with big dicks and hairy balls, men with thick pubic hair and hairy chests, after seeing that one nullo riding his client's dick, I was horny; but then, it seemed like I was horny all the time. It must be the drugs. I was horny before; but it was more of a mind thing then. Now, it was a hunger, a bodily need that begged to be satisfied. As only food would ease hunger, only an orgasm would ease the craving I felt in my loins. It wasn't enough to have a butt plug filling my ass. I needed a cock in it -- a dildo at least -- something in it attached to another person, something pounded into my hole by that other person.

Suddenly, I realized I'd have no trouble fucking my first client. If a man walked into my room that instant, I would have fucked him, whether he was old or young, fat or fit. As long as he had a dick, I would have fucked him. I might have regretted it afterward, after I'd come, but until then -- until I came -- all that would have matter was that he had a dick, and the bigger the dick, the better. The drugs were definitely working their magic on me. Before, I would have been more concerned about the appearance of the man, not about the size of his dick.

I pulled the harness out of the drawer. It still had the dildo on it -- the smallest one in the drawer -- that Chris had used on me the night before. I held it up, showing it to Aaron. "Is that the smallest one?" he asked. "It looks awfully big."

"That's the smallest one," I said. "I took it up my ass, and I hadn't had a butt plug in all day. It might hurt a little at first, but I think you'll like it. Do you want me to go first? Do you want to strap it on and fuck me?"

"Yeah," he said, "you go first; but I want you to do me. I'm horny. I've never been so horny; and I can't do anything using this. I tried in the bathroom." He picked up his dick, pulling on it with his thumb and first two fingers. It remained limp.

"There's no feeling in it," he said. "Oh, I can feel my hand on it, but I might as well be rubbing one of my fingers for all the good it does. I'll never get off that way; and I'm fucking horny. Are you horny? I feel like I'm going to burst, if I don't come."

"Yeah, me, too," I said. "I took the dildo off the harness, and rummaging through the drawer, found another, one size larger than the one Chris had used on me the night before. It looked huge, and I thought it would probably hurt, but I wanted one that would fill my ass.

"You want me to use that on you?" Aaron asked, his eyes wide open.

"Yeah," I said. I helped him put on the harness. Both of us laughed after he had it on. Picture this: a ten year-old with a hairless crotch with a six or seven inch dick sticking straight out from it. His own dick was slid inside the hollow base of the dildo. His balls hung below it. Maybe that was the funniest part: two prepubescent balls hanging below a six inch cock. Maybe he wouldn't have looked so strange, if he'd had bigger balls in a bigger ball sac. I wondered if I'd looked as funny to Chris. I hadn't thought about how he looked when he had fucked me. All I'd been thinking about then was the size of the dildo, about how it couldn't possibly fit up my hole. I guess that's what Aaron was thinking about now. He wanted to get fucked -- like me, he needed to get fucked -- but the size of the dildo scared the hell out of him.

I lay on my stomach. He pulled the butt plug from my hole. "Oh," he said, "there's shit on it."

"Let me go douche first then," I said. That's what Chris called getting a enema, douching. We both went into the bathroom and had one. They're not so bad after you get used to them. At least, you don't have to wipe your ass with toilet paper. Push another button after the douche, and a jet of warm air dries you off.

We went back to my bed. I smeared the dildo with lube and stuck some of it up my ass, smearing it around my hole. After wearing the butt plug all day -- after my fucking last night -- my finger slid right in, not like before when I used to have to force it in. I used to stick things up my butt back home, wondering what it would be like to be fucked, pretending that someone was fucking me; but nothing really felt that great then. My finger was too short, and the handle of my mom's hairbrush was too hard. Then too, I always had to wash the shit off the brush handle. I could just imagine how my mom would have freaked out, had she found it covered with shit.

I lay on my back, holding my arms out for Aaron, inviting him in, into my arms, into my ass. The dildo looked like a cock. I wished then that it were one, that Aaron had a real cock -- well, a real one that large that would work, anyway. I wanted him to shoot into my hole. I don't suppose I could have felt it if he could have, but I wanted him to, anyway. I wished he could shoot. I wished the dildo was a real cock. I'd suck him off and swallow his cum. I craved to taste his cum; but I never would. Like me, Aaron would never shoot.

He squirmed between my legs, lining the dildo up with my hole. I felt it press against my hole, which hurt as the dildo attempted to force its way inside. I must have moaned or something, because Aaron said, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I said, pulling on his hips, trying to help him shove the dildo inside me."

Then, it was inside me. It had hurt when it had first slid in -- and it still hurt -- but pain was the least of the sensations I was feeling. The pleasure that dildo induced, sliding in and out of my hole, overcame the pain I felt. "Oh, God," I said, "faster." I raised my hips trying to take the dildo into my hole as far as it would go, even though Aaron was already pounding against my butt cheeks with every thrust.

He grinned. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" I said; or at least, that's what I think I said. I wasn't thinking too clearly just then. I wasn't doing much thinking at all. I was entirely in a feeling mode, feeling that dildo plunge into me, then slide almost out of me, only to plunge into me again, filling my hole once again. Then I came. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was great. No, great doesn't even begin to describe how it felt. I thought I was going to die; but I didn't care. If dying felt that good, I didn't care if I died.

I felt Aaron start to pull out. "No! No!" I said, "Keep doing it. Keep fucking me. I haven't had enough yet."

I came three more times before I let him quit. He could have kept going as far as I was concerned, but when he asked me if I wanted him to keep fucking me, I couldn't answer. I lay, my head thrown back, my eyes rolled up in my head. If I hadn't been panting so hard, if my heart hadn't been pounding in my chest, he probably would have thought me dead. I couldn't have answered him. For the life of me, I couldn't have answered him. I was somewhere else. I wasn't in this world anymore. I don't know where those orgasms had taken me, but I was no longer on that bed, no longer on San Carlos Island.

I have no idea how long that lasted. Time had no meaning. It could have been for an instant, or it could have been for an eternity. I would guess though for five or ten minutes, because when I became aware of my surroundings again, Aaron was shaking me, panic in his voice. "Wake up, wake up," he was saying.

"Leave me alone," I said. "Just let me lie here for a while."

"I thought I'd killed you or something," he said, "or that you were having some kind of fit."

"Shush..."I said, " I didn't yet feel like talking. I certainly didn't feel like listening to him talk."

When I was finally ready to talk, I said, "You -- you've got to try that. It's -- it's great. There's nothing like it. No boy I've ever seen comes like that. When I sucked this boy's cock, he just grunted when he shot into my mouth, then it was all over for him. If he'd felt anything like that, I would have known."

"That's the way my brother was when he shot," said Aaron, "uh, uh, and it was over. It must have felt good, because he made me suck it all the time; but he never passed out like you just did."

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"Fuck, I don't know," said Aaron, "a long, fucking, time. I was about ready to call for help."

"I'm glad you didn't. They'd probably laughed at us. Do you want me to fuck you, now? I think I've recovered enough to do it?"

"Yeah," said Aaron, I want to see what it feels like. Will you use that other dildo, though, the smaller one. This thing's huge."

"Sure," I said, helping him out of the harness. I went to the drawer, and taking the smaller one out of it, lubed it and fitted it onto the harness. After putting on the harness, I took the tube of lube over to the bed. "Raise your legs," I told Aaron. He did, and I rimmed his hole with the lube, then stuck my finger, covered in lube, into his hole.

"Feel good?" I asked. He nodded. I slid another finger into his hole, until I had both my forefinger and middle finger were in his hole at the same time. His wearing the butt plug all day had helped. His hole was already loosened up some.

Then, taking my fingers out of his hole, I scooted up, until the dildo was pressing against his hole. "This might hurt a little," I said. "Are you ready?" He nodded again.

I pressed the dildo against his hole, which fought back for a moment, denying me entrance to it; then, with a slight "pop" and a moan from Aaron, it was inside him. I thrust with my hips, driving the dildo inside him, in and out, in and out. His head was thrown back then, his eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in quick pants. Then, he screamed. He fucking screamed. If anyone could have heard, they would have thought I was killing him. I would have pulled out upon hearing that scream, but his hands were dug into my buttocks, pulling me toward him, then pushing me away, plunging the dildo, in and out of his hole. He had two or three more orgasms before he let me quit.

"Did you like it?" I asked afterward, lying next to him. I still had on the dildo.

"Fuck, yes," he said. "What do you think?"

I grinned. "I thought you'd like it. Want to do it again?"

He shook his head. "I can't. Not now. I couldn't take any more right now. Oh, I want to do it again; but not just now. Do you want me to do you?"

I thought about it for a minute. "No, not right now," I said. "It pretty well wiped me. Maybe in the morning, when we wake up. I think that would be a good way to start the day. Do you want to pay a videogame?"

"Let's just watch a video. There's supposed to be a new one out today that I wanted to see. Isn't it cool that we get new movies as soon as they're released?"

"Yeah," I said. We turned off the lights, and watched the movie. He lay, his head on my chest, my arm around him.

He looked up at me. "Would you kiss me?" he asked. I bent my head over and kissed him, long and hard on the mouth, running my tongue into it. I could feel his breath on my cheek; I felt his tongue play tag with mine. Then, he slid down, lying beside me, his head in the crook of my arm. We fell asleep like that. Neither of us saw the end of the movie. We had to watch it again later.

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