Ganymede

For Money or Love

Chapters 9-11

Chapter 9
For Money or Love

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

Juan nodded. He smiled and climbed onto the bed, pushing the bedspread and the top sheet back as he went. He lay down and looked fixedly at me. His dark eyes sparkled with such intensity that I shivered. He swallowed and then licked his lips as he continued to study me. Within, he felt a confused desire that was far stronger than anything he had known before. However, even as he trembled with growing excitement, Bruce's words haunted him. His heightened arousal was accompanied by a painful, guilty anger. A boy had sex either 'for money or love'. That was what Bruce had said. Only there was no money involved. In those first lonely seconds by himself on the bed, Juan knew that he wanted to be loved more than anything else. He had never been loved in twelve years.

"Yeah, I want to," Juan said hoarsely.

He lay down on his side, placing his left hand under his head as he reclined in the large fluffy pillows. Again I marvelled at the beautiful, naked boy, entranced by the smooth perfect body displayed before me, his dark skin hairless and lustrous under the yellow light from the bed lamp. My interest was concentrated on his groin just as his eyes were fixed on mine. It was, I realized, a mutual attraction. What Juan found so stimulating in a man who was old enough to be his father was matched by my corresponding fascination in his immature sexuality. I trembled like a virgin on her first night. By contrast, Juan looked remarkably relaxed although the same could hardly be said for his penis. It defied gravity and stayed parallel to the center line of his body. His scrotum had retracted fully and had become a small wrinkled lump that all but concealed the shallow swellings of his testicles.

"Are we gonna get it off or are you going to stare at me all night?" he giggled cheerfully.

I reddened slightly. My hesitation came from inexperience, from not knowing what came next. I wondered how a man and boy had sex. Did it mean that I was gay? Did getting it off in Juan's lexicon really mean that he intended for us to engage in anal sex? I moved closer to the bed and slowly eased down until I lay beside him. We faced each other and I looked into the boy's deep, dark eyes. Like magical pools, they absorbed my gaze. I was captivated. I imagined that I could see so far into him that I saw the boy's soul. In the silence of the moment, I was awed by the wonderful mystery that lay before me. His slender body seemed to quiver with excitement. I sensed the sweet warmth of his breath, the radiant heat of his naked flesh, the aura of youth, the anticipation of discovering his sexuality. It would take only a few brief minutes before I experienced the joy of satisfying his body and gratifying my own needs.

Side by side, the difference between our bodies was less important than the thirty-year difference in our ages. In the bathroom I had towered over the young boy much as my penis dominated his own puny sex organs. Juan's 70 pounds [32 kg] and 55 inches [1.40 m] were not only considerably less than my 175 pounds [80 kg] and 72 inches [1.83 m] but his smooth sleek nakedness and less-than-three-inch [7 cm] erect penis was a sharp contrast to my aged body and seven swollen inches [18 cm] of adult phallus. Now, the size and powerlessness of his body seemed to become less significant. That Juan had been, and probably still was a prostitute no longer bothered me. In fact, it added to the titillation as I began to contemplate the possibility of intercourse. Although his youth would always be a factor in any relationship we might explore, his physical capacity was not in question.

"Well?" he grinned temptingly.

I decided to play hard to get. I smiled slightly. "What happens now is up to you, my young friend."

He smirked as he reached down and the tips of his fingers caressed the length of my penis. His touch was feathery and his fingers floated back and forth. One small finger traced a line to the tip, circling in the juice that leaked out. He smeared it over my glans as he smiled tantalizingly. My penis throbbed mercilessly as his fingers grazed over it, stroking against the glistening glans with tormenting repetition.

"I bet you like that," he observed. I groaned in ecstasy. "Yeah," thought you did. Your precum is really pissing out, Matt."

He squeezed the tumescent bulb and inflicted the most excruciating pleasure until it inflated to a purple turgidity that was unfamiliar to me. He grinned crudely as he milked the clear fluid from the slit. It was a vexing smile that electrified me and denied his tender years as his lips formed a circle. It was intended to whet my appetite and kindle a desire that ignited a fire inside me. Juan was impossible to resist. I nodded eagerly and pushed his shoulder. I guided the eager boy downward to his self-appointed task.

"I'm not gonna suck him yet," Juan proclaimed. "We have to use a rubber for that, okay."

"Okay," I grunted. "God you feel so good, Juan."

I watched his tousled head, amused by the continuing delectable touch of his fingers as he harassed my sex organs. Silently, he provided an unseen agony as each tender caress extracted delight. I stroked his soft long hair, musing as the boy indulged me, savoring each and every second as I waited. I was in nirvana when I sensed the warm moistness of his breath. Every nerve ending in my body tingled but they were concentrated on my distended penis.

His lips and tongue were softer than anything I have ever felt. So soft was his first contact, that at first it did not seem possible that his mouth had actually touched my shaft, but he had. Under his gentle lips, the skin of my penis became wet and slippery. His small tongue licked along the length of my penis, from my scrotum to just short of the glans, tickling and tantalizing me to almost delirious delight. He rubbed it against his cheek, crooning to himself as he massaged my testicles with his thin, strong fingers. Every few seconds he would glance up at me expectantly and I smiled back radiantly. Each time he raised his eyebrows and went back to work with greater passion than before. Juan was not showing off, he simply was exulting in his ability to make me happy.

The urge to return the pleasure intensified until I could no longer stand it. I wanted Juan to feel as good as I did, although I expected that he derived a certain thrill from what he was doing to me.

"Okay," I finally gasped. "Now it's my turn. Come on, kid, let me see your beautiful, little dick."

My hands moved to his hips and I clumsily repositioned him. I intended to gratify him orally, to give him the same glorious bliss that I felt but the angle was all wrong. What should have been a mutually satisfying 69 was physically impossible even when he straddled my face and leaned forward to lay above me. His small genitals were underneath him, located somewhere between our bodies where they were inaccessible to me. Although he could hump against my belly, the only way I could bring my mouth to its intended target was to position him so that he could reach only the tip of my penis.

I lifted my head up and looked along his bare back. The little bumps of his spine were visible from his hairline all the way to the start of his buttocks. His cheeks were small and deliciously firm like two canteloupe halves but of a vastly smoother texture. Although the narrow cleft between his cheeks widened at either end, his opening was still concealed from my view. Instinctively my hands grasped the soft skin and as I felt the resilient flesh of his buttocks, I opened him to the world. Juan was not a virgin, that much was clearly evident in the fullness of his little anus. The rim was reddened and puffy, in all probability still swollen from a recent invasion. He had been interrupted, or so he had told me, and I guessed the interruption had occurred at an inopportune time for his companion, if not for me. But despite my misgivings, his little, dark brown hole was intensely arousing. I studied it carefully as Juan continued his own playful examination of my penis and testicles. That tiny, partially dilated opening into his body fascinated me in a way that I had never imagined. Captivated, I touched the little node. It was surprisingly slippery as I felt the moist heat that emanated from his body.

"Ohhhh!" Juan gasped. "Man!"

I recoiled with the vivid impression that I had soiled his innocence with my vulgar inspection.

He groaned. "No, don't stop. I want you to," he instructed and his buttocks pressed back at me as his knees moved up and forward. "That feels so nice."

His cheeks opened wider of their own accord and he presented his alluring aperture for my scrutiny. The breach of his orifice was partially displayed and I saw the crimson of his rectum as it disappeared into him. It was a new beginning for me. Enchanted, I stroked the sensitive perimeter, encircling the tiny hole as I inhaled deeply. Except for the pleasant aroma of soap from a freshly washed body, there was no smell.

"Yeah, just like that, Matt. Ohhh! Yeah, I like it. Right there is cool!"

Again my finger travelled around the tight radius of his little orifice and then cautiously I probed into the very center. Juan sighed and trembled slightly. I hesitated as I wondered what he felt. His response was encouraging and I pressed my finger further into him. It burrowed into the soft tissue of his anus. Juan shifted slightly, aligning the axis of his body with my inquisitive digit. He wiggled his hips seductively. Bewitched by the boy, I penetrated a little further into him by applying a slow, constant pressure.

"Oh, God!," he moaned quietly. "Yeah, Matt!, That feels so good."

I did not stop until my finger was ensconced beyond the second joint and he was quivering with delight. That the boy enjoyed the feelings I gave him only served to entice me further into him. It was only when my finger was fully inside him as far as it could go that I realized how easy it had been. The lining of his rectum was surprisingly slippery and my finger moved without restraint on a generous film of lubricant until my knuckles were hard against his crevice. It felt as though my finger was enclosed in a wet, hot tube. It did not feel overly constricted, but it was very alive as momentary cramping spasms tightened on my finger and squeezed.

"That feels really awesome. Move your finger around a bit, Matt," Juan instructed. I twisted my finger and stroked the sensitive tissue inside him. He groaned and shuddered as my finger brushed against his prostate. "Yeah," he moaned. "Right there! Do it there!" he commanded abruptly.

Again, as I rotated my finger inside his bowel and pushed forcefully into what appeared to me to be a highly sensitive spot, I wondered how recently Juan had been penetrated. I had no way of actually knowing that he had been, but it seemed to me that he was so relaxed and spongy that it could not have been more than an hour or two at the most. There was no sign of the tight, puckered anus that I had expected to find on a boy and the presence of the clear slime-like lubricant confirmed my worst suspicions. Although I could not help but feel envious as I wondered who Juan's companion had been, I was not jealous as I considered how much he had paid for the boy's affections. How much was a boy like Juan worth? A lot, I guessed.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked as I resolved to take my pleasure as I found it. Already the pressure inside his bowel was fading and my finger moved easier. The tube-like rectum dilated quickly, softening with every cautious stab of my finger until the firmness of his sphincter was gone.

I was very curious as to the source of what was obviously providing a greatly enhanced delight for the young boy. Juan's hips forced back, straining with a frenzied tension. His movements became increasingly desperate as he pumped erratically against my finger with a wretched and ardent passion that was very disturbing to me.

"Yeah!" Juan gasped. "Yeah! That's where I want it, Matt. Just do it right there, okay!"

His hips jerked spasmodically as he took control. Capriciously, I yanked my finger away from its hot mushy container. The boy's response was startling as he sprang back, raising his hindquarters so that my finger was immediately impaled again.

"You must really like that," I teased. "Feels pretty good huh?"

I twisted my finger and stabbed it downwards and rubbed into his belly, aiming for the place where he seemed to experience the greatest pleasure. In the loose tissue there seemed to be a firmer region, a tiny bulge that greeted my finger. I squashed it back and Juan yelped. However, even in my ignorance, I knew that his cry was not from pain.

"Yeah," I added. "I guess you really like it right about here."

I prodded him again and again, and with every twisting plunge of my finger Juan writhed, jerked, and shrieked with boundless delight. I was astounded by the boy's thrilling response. I savored the contortions of his naked body, his lithe smooth limbs shaking uncontrollably as he relished my precise stimulation of a million acutely sensitive nerve endings. Each motion seemed unpredictable. Both Juan and I were spurred on by a wild and impassioned ecstasy. His fulfillment would come only with his orgasm and I fully intended to satisfy him. He shuddered violently as he approached the plateau that preceded the final precipice, his slender legs tensing until the long muscles and tendons were stretched taut.

"Oh!" he groaned. "I never… Ohhhh! Man, that's so cool. Do it… only harder… please Matt," Juan pleaded as he gasped for air.

I chuckled at the boy's predicament. Only one finger had brought my young friend to the brink of orgasm. One finger had, within a period of just a few brief minutes, reduced to boy's rectum to quivering jelly. His anus was fully dilated and had loosened to the point that my finger moved freely into him. As I pulled away, there was a soft, wet sucking sound from his bowel and he whimpered quietly. Two fingers, even three, inside his anus would not be an impossible feat. I knew that I had to try.

I removed my finger, noticing the slime that covered it was slightly yellowish in color and flecked with creamy mucus-like strands. With two fingers pressed tightly together, I returned my attention to his little gaping hole. The first joint presented no problem and I penetrated him without difficulty. However, as my fingers widened my progress quickly slowed until it stopped. His anus seemed to be far too small to accept my fingers any further than the second joint and as it was, my other fingers got in the way.

"You okay, Juan?" I asked softly.

Juan had stopped moving. He lay very still. Only the slight trembling of his legs told me that he was conscious. "Am I hurting you?" I asked with concern. His head shook.

"I'm all right!" he whispered. "Let me get used to it first."

I shuddered as I sensed the boy's discomfort. I had not wanted to hurt him and I slowly withdrew my fingers. Juan's head shook again.

"Don't!" he ordered. "It's okay, really it is. Don't try to force them in. It just takes time for it to stretch back there."

I wriggled my fingers and pressed slowly back into his rectum. He gasped as his anus was pierced again. "Do it in circles again," he instructed and then added, "Do it right where my butt-hole starts. That's the best way to make it bigger."

I followed his instructions to the letter. I rotated and wiggled my fingers, gyrating into the loose hole with playful twirls and twists, but concentrating my efforts on the already protracted rim. The nodal bulge of his anus had long since disappeared. Now the slippery flesh swelled into his distended opening, diminished slightly at his slackened sphincter, and then mushroomed into a much larger cavity inside. Suddenly, his anal vent seemed disproportionately large for his slender body and I noticed immediately that even the firmness just inside his body had evaporated.

I grinned pruriently. Now entranced by the primal smell of his gaping anus, I leaned forward until my nose pressed between his widespread cheeks. The aroma was intriguing. It was not an unpleasant earthy smell, or even a foreign smell. It was a sweet odor, a scent from deep inside him that held me spellbound. It seemed familiar, an intimation of rising dough, a trace of something musty and dank. It was a smell of musk, not unlike the smell of a woman's vagina, although infinitely more enticing. It was an aphrodisiac.

I inhaled, enthralled by the bouquet that greeted me as I nuzzled into the deep, steamy cleft before me. There, with my nose squashed into his nether opening, the odor and the close contact finally overwhelmed my inhibitions. I licked him, drawing my tongue along his crevice. I pushed into Juan's anus and tasted the raw flavor of his bowel. Like his smell, there was a sweetness that I relished. I pushed further, pointing my tongue outward as far as it could go, wanting only to be deeper inside him.

"Yeahhh!" Juan cried. "Yeah! Do that!!!"

I barely heard him. My mind was filled with carnal thoughts, wild and ardent desires, lascivious intentions. I kissed and sucked furiously, stabbing my tongue into the mushy softness as Juan's body heaved turbulently. I was barely aware that his mouth closed over the end of my penis for the first time before his head jerked away.

"I gotta get something, Matt," he cried urgently. "I gotta go to the bathroom."

He dragged himself away, clambering over me to the end of the bed until he lurched to the floor. For he moment he gazed back at me. He was breathing quickly. His entire body seemed to shudder with each breath, his chest vellicating. That he was intensely aroused was clearly visible but his little penis was no longer erect and I was surprised. It had contracted, shrivelling as it withdrew into him until barely an inch [2½ cm] was visible. With a few changes and very little effort Juan would make a remarkably beautiful girl.

He grinned mischievously. "Don't leave! I'll be right back… Oh, and keep him nice and hard for me, okay," he ordered.

The boy ran from the room and into the bathroom as I looked down. My penis was harder than it had ever been. The shaft glistened with Juan's saliva as it throbbed, pulsing with every pounding heartbeat. The glans was nearly purple in color, swollen like a fat, ripe plum ready to burst and spill its juice. I touched my rigid organ, slipping my fingers along the spit-coated length until I came to the base. My pubic hair was slicked back and my scrotum was a mere fraction of its normal size. It was impossible to believe that a mere boy had done this to me. He ran back. Shamelessly naked, he leaped onto the bed and straddled my legs by kneeling over me. He hurriedly stripped the cellophane covering of a package of condoms and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed on the floor. He smirked at me.

"You gotta wear a rubber now, okay?" he demanded.

I nodded obediently and watched as he opened the as he opened the box, removed one small packet and dropped the others on the floor beside the bed. The condom was as much for his protection as for my own.

"If you want me to, I'll suck you off," he suggested as he extracted the creamy-yellow ring from its clear plastic packet. I smiled broadly at the sensuous boy before me. He giggled as he reached for my hard penis. "But then you've got to promise to do it to me afterwards. Okay?"

I was astonished. "Do it?" I asked uncertainly. "You mean do it in your bottom?"

"Yeah! You can do it in my mouth first if that's what you want… but you've got to promise to fuck me afterwards, Matt."

"You really want me to do that to you?" I asked nervously. "I don't want you to do something that you really don't want to do."

"Fuck!" he swore in exasperation. "Don't be a dummy, Matt. Of course I want to do it. That's what guys do! Don't you know anything?"

He placed the condom on the top of my penis and expertly unraveled it down the shaft. It was the first time that I had used a condom since I was a teenager and my penis appeared strangely foreign to me in its thin rubber covering. Now sausage-like, I found the sensation on my penis to be intensely arousing. It was impossible for my erection to become harder but it felt as if it did inside its lubricated casing. He squatted on his haunches and studied his handiwork.

"Well?" he asked gleefully.

"Uh? Well what?" I returned.

"Well, what do you want to do first?" he answered with a lewd question of his own. "You want me front or back?" he explained impatiently.

I trembled with the immediate panic of unbridled lust. My excitement attained a level hitherto unknown to me. I was unable to reply and I stared at the naked twelve-year-old prostitute in shocked confusion. Juan leered as he picked up a white and blue tube he had brought with him from the bathroom. I had only seen K-Y lubricant in the drug store and it added to the disorder in my already chaotic mind.

"Do I lube him, or what?" he persisted.

"You're very sexy," I said quietly.

It was an admission of my just-discovered appetite for young boys. I tried to concentrate on the wall behind him and avoid the decision that confronted me. For a few seconds I wallowed in self loathing and guilt, but the wall was mirrored and to my consternation I saw his slender dark back, the firm mounds of his buttocks, and the object of my licentious desire. I yearned to satisfy my craving for his tender flesh, for the hot containment of his strong young body around my penis. I wanted Juan to know my depraved and corrupt lust.

"Back," I murmured. "If that's what you want?"

Juan grinned. "Yeah!" he acknowledged triumphantly as he unscrewed the cap.

"But you've got to promise to suck him later on," I demanded unreasonably and with mock severity.

Juan giggled. "Okay! I'll suck him off afterwards. Promise!"

It was impossible not to laugh with gleeful anticipation as Juan squeezed out a copious quantity of the crystalline gel from the tube and placed it on the night-stand. I gazed at him as he smeared it over his fingers, and began to apply it to my latex-sheathed penis. We had known each other for not much longer than one hour and we were both stark naked and negotiating the conditions for sexual acts of the most depraved kind. We were also incredibly excited. Once finished, he repositioned himself. He knelt on the bed, lay face down and placed his head in the soft pillows as he parted his small cheeks wide open for my inspection.

"Okay, I'm ready," he smirked. "You have to go slow at first."

"Are you sure?" I asked again, increasingly less confident as my nervous guilt intensified. "It's going to hurt a lot isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," he muttered testily. "Just go slow until I tell you. It's really small compared to your dick but I'm pretty sure it'll fit."

"I don't want to hurt you, Juan," I countered reluctantly

"You won't if you just do it slowly. Then it won't me hurt very much at all."

Juan paused and took a deep long breath. As he did so, he realized that this was the first time that anyone had cared enough to worry whether he was hurt. He closed his eyes as he remembered the terrible pain of his first time. Even though Bruce had been careful, his patience was as limited as his experience with seducing immature boys. Until Bruce's penis had actually penetrated him, Juan's small sphincter had resisted valiantly. The pressure had increased until it felt as though his entire body was split apart and he was forced open. Bruce's penis rammed into him unforgivingly and without mercy. The rim of his anus, stretched to breaking point. Then, unable to loosen further, ruptured. He had cried as red blood dribbled onto his scrotum and was smeared across the sheets. The thin lining of his rectum had been so bruised that his bowel movements had stopped for two days. It had been awful and it had only been a little better with Mister Luchiano. Instinctively, Juan recognized that this man was very different. At least I gave the impression of caring about him.

"It's not like I'm a woman or something, okay? My butt-hole still has to stretch a fair bit before it stops hurting. If you try to put it in too fast, then it's really bad," Juan explained patiently. "I know it's the first time you've done it with a boy but just go really slow and I'll be fine."

I nodded and came to my knees, adopting an ancient position behind the boy that seemed to be natural. My movement was spontaneous and emerged from an innate appreciation of the beautiful boy below me. I closed the gap between us, bringing the fat head of penis to the boy's opening. His fingers touched it, grasped it, pulled it forward and positioned it. Impulsively, I pushed forward. Juan responded with a visceral grunt. His eyes closed, focusing on something deep within the secure privacy of his imagination.

"You okay?" I asked nervously.

The boy grunted again and I reasoned that I was to continue, only very gently. I squeezed against him, sensing the pressure of his fingers as he guided my movement. His body seemed to swallow me, ingesting the turgid glans of my penis with comparative ease. If there was any pain, Juan endured it without complaint. As the flared head entered the soft enclosing heat, I bore down ignorantly, wanting only to be contained fully inside him.

"No!" Juan yelped. His body jerked as the pain came and went in an instant. I backed away guiltily, withdrawing my penis from its tight confinement until his fingers gripped and prevented further outward movement.

"No! Don't take it out! Slowly! Okay?" he gasped. "I gotta get used to it first, that's all."

Duly reprimanded and fully accountable for my impetuous, though innocent thrust, I resolved to proceed at an unhurried pace. With gentle squeezes I entered the youngster at barely a fraction of an inch every minute. But my speed, though slow, was anything but casual. His small body gradually crept up the length of my rigid penis. Once the glans was completely inside, my leisurely pace was unnecessary but by then I wanted to prolong the delight of entering his body for the first time.

I took most of my weight on my knees and elbows as I leaned forward over him. Other than my penis, now deep inside him, only his buttocks and thighs provided a connection between us. And yet, we were joined as one body. Every motion of his young body was transmitted directly in mine. The sensitivity of my penis magnified even the slightest tremor into a fabulous alive feeling that our bodies were truly joined. Juan was the natural extension of my penis. As I stroked his sweat-moistened flanks, I touched the aching length of my penis. My fond caresses of his head became a gentle fondling of my glans. I indulged his body with my penis, never moving further than an inch [2½ cm] at a time and only when the soft fullness inside him relaxed enough to invite me back again.

"You okay?" I asked again as my penis reached it's full depth.

Almost seven, wonderful inches [18 cm] had slowly but resolutely been inserted into the twelve-year-old boy's rectum. Only the last three quarters of an inch [2 cm] remained outside him. It was too thick to go in. I rested there, unable to go further, unwilling to withdraw. Minutes passed and Juan's strained breathing gradually slowed. His head was turned to one side and I saw complete and utter bliss on his face.

"Yeah, I'm okay! Stop asking every minute, all right. I'll tell you if it hurts and I want you to stop," he smiled contentedly. "You feel so good now," he added. "I knew it would fit up my butt if you went slow enough."

"So, how does it feel having a man's cock inside you?" I teased playfully.

"Nice! Really nice. It feels like its so full back there that I'm going to explode if you move it." Juan giggled cheekily. "Are you sure you haven't fucked a boy in the ass before now?"

"Never!" I admitted.

"You're cool! It's pretty big but I really love having your cock in me."

I swallowed. "You're awesome!"

"You like it better with a boy, don't you?" Juan hissed. "I'm a better fuck than your wife, aren't I?"

"Much better," I confided in his ear. I licked his ear lobe slightly and he giggled again. I tongued him again, slurping into his ear with a forceful swirl that made him laugh loudly.

"Why?" he asked after his amusement was mastered. "What's it like with a woman?"

"It's… well it's different. You're a lot tighter inside."

"Even now?" he asked quietly. "It feels really loose in there."

He toyed with it, using some hidden muscles deep inside him to squeeze to, then slacken, then tighten up on my penis. His bowel movements sent wonderful shivers through me. Any reluctance I still had about sexual intercourse with a pre-teen boy was surmounted. He was more than enough to satiate the cravings of any man.

"Yes," I breathed. "You're wonderful. It's hotter, and tighter, and…" I tried to find the words that expressed the sublime delight I had found inside his body. No woman could come close to the unparalleled pleasure to be obtained from a boy like Juan. I gazed down at him in admiration as he continued to work the muscles inside his lower abdomen.

"If you don't stop that I'm going to cum any second," I groaned.

I marveled at his innate ability to understand my needs. It was as if he anticipated my body's desires and satisfied them with the natural motions of his own body. Thirty years separated us in age but we were like peanut butter and jelly. We were joined inseparably together and had become infinitely more than a man and a boy. It was impossible to tell where Juan ended and I began.

"That's the idea," he teased.

The boy was goading me on, wanting the agitation of my penis, but unwilling to ask for it. His hips oscillated, sending a sure sign to my penis to begin. I shuddered, overcome by the intense stimulation of my sex organ. In slow motion, I started to pump against him. My thighs met his buttocks once.

"Ohhhh! Jesus! I… I'm cuming," I groaned in despair.

I wanted only for the orgasm to stop but the more I tried to hold back, the faster and stronger it approached. My testicles tightened and my penis jerked as white-hot seed squirted out of me. Three spurts came quickly, filling the end of the condom, before it paused. Juan stirred, his hips wavering as he sensed my release. His entire body began to move, squeezing with every ounce of strength remaining to him. It was the incentive I needed. My penis spurted again and again, matching every grasping shudder of his body with a spray of semen until I was drained.

I felt my arms giving way and I rolled to one side and toppled onto the bed next to Juan. My penis pulled free of nirvana with a wet, succulent pop. I was exhausted after twenty-seven minutes.

"So what's it like to fuck a girl," he taunted as soon as I began to show signs of recovery.

"Not like this, that's for sure. You were incredible! I never realized a guy could do that by just squeezing on it," I chuckled. "You feel all right?"

Juan nodded and inspected his bottom with his fingers, relieved to find only yellowish slime with the faintest trace of blood. "You sure made my butt-hole big enough," he observed shamelessly.

"I thought you were the expert at this stuff," I said. It was the wrong thing to say and I knew it immediately.

He shrugged and pretended to be nonchalant about his prior experience. "I haven't had that many dicks up me okay! I just know my butt-hole has never been this huge, that's all!"

I smiled at my young friend. "I'm sorry, Juan. I really didn't mean that the way it sounded. I was trying to say… well, I wanted to say that I was glad one of us knew what to do."

He grinned cheekily. "You did great, Matt. Especially with it being your first time with another guy and everything." He flipped at my now softening penis. "It's a pity the old guy lost it so quickly. We were just getting started. I can't do wet cums yet like you, but I can still get it off."

"I'm sorry," I admitted. "It happened so damned fast. If you hadn't been squeezing on him, I think I would have lasted longer."

It was then that I first realized that there must have been some pleasure in what we had done for the boy. In fact, there must have been a lot of pleasure. I twisted onto my side and looked at Juan. He was still smiling even as his unrequited excitement dissipated. I wanted to kiss him and for a brief instant I sensed that he wanted to kiss me back. His lips seemed to quiver and he licked them momentarily. He gazed back at me with a challenging expression.

"We can do it again later on," he beamed and then added, "That is, if I can stay here with you tonight."

I nodded eagerly. Juan flopped onto his side and straightened his legs out. He winced with the change in position and the change in pressure on raw, bruised flesh that had taken the brunt of my attack.

"It hurts, doesn't it," I asked swiftly.

The boy nodded and compressed his lips as another painful spasm caught him by surprise. He cramped again and he shuddered as a vicious streak of pain tortured his bowel.

"What can I do?" I begged.

Juan shook his long tousled hair sadly. I watched in dismay as he cramped and gasped in distress. His knees drew up and his arms locked around his legs protectively. He lay like a fetus, suffering his body's aches and discomfort in Stoic silence. After a minute he turned away from me. He hesitated and then staggered to his feet.

"I gotta use the can," he murmured.

"Do you want me to come?"

"Don't come in," he strained. "I'm okay, really I am. It'll take a while. Why don't you watch TV or something?" he suggested.

I watched him shuffle out into the corridor, engaged in a private suffering as I admired his lithe dark body. He was an intensely erotic child. His small buttocks, so recently the center of my universe, were from a distance, still unmarked. The injury I had done to him was hidden well within the deep cleft. Perhaps it was my imagination but he seemed to wobble as he walked, bow-legged with tottering steps, his young body physically exhausted from accommodating my passion. Guiltily, I picked up the remote for the television and switched it on as I heard the bathroom door close.

The TV was tuned to an obscure LA-region station, primarily news and local events in the Mexican community. Automatically my finger jabbed at the channel changer but I stopped at the next station. For a moment I had heard something about the Eldorado Hotel and I backed up quickly. A reporter was standing on the front steps of the hotel. It was a live broadcast.

"….The FBI are working with the LA and San Bernadino police in an investigation of an apparent link between tonight's action at the Eldorado and an earlier gang murder in the LA suburb of Gardena. Romano Testa was found at ten minutes past six this evening. He had been shot in the head and chest. Also killed were a Philippine woman whose name has not yet been released. Police believe that the woman, the renter of the apartment in which the murders occurred, was a twenty-six-year-old prostitute with an arrest record for several minor offenses. Neighbors have told our on-site reporter that she had two children.

"According to the FBI, Testa was a major player in the illegal drugs from Colombia. His death may be related to recent incidents involving the LA Mafia and the Mexican community. Testa had been arrested previously on drug-related charges and it is believed that he had taken control after Domingo Latero was murdered in a similar gang-style incident last year.

"FBI traced two men from the apartment in Gardena to the Eldorado Hotel in San Bernadino. Paul Luchiano, long believed to be a Mafia boss was arrested at the hotel just after seven p.m tonight. Police have informed us that he will shortly be charged as an accessory to murder.

"A late breaking item: an unidentified informant has just informed K-R-X TV that police are still looking in the San Bernadino area for a boy aged between nine and twelve years old who is believed to have information. A search of the hotel earlier tonight proved unsuccessful. Anyone having information on the whereabouts of the boy is advised to contact the San Bernadino police. He is identified as having medium-brown, shoulder-length hair, medium-dark complexion, and a slender build. He was last seen in the Eldorado Hotel about six-forty this evening and was wearing dark-blue sweat pants and top.

"Saint Geraldo's soccer team has charged to victory once again and defeated…"

I changed the channel with shaking hands. Juan had information on a murder? No, that wasn't what the reporter had said. The police wanted him because he was believed to have information. About what? I dreaded the answer to that question as I wondered what I had missed at the start of the broadcast. What had I heard about the Eldorado that piqued my interest? I knew that I had heard the words 'unidentified man shot and killed by the police at the Eldorado'.

I kept changing the channels, trying one after the other in a fruitless attempt to learn more about the events at the Eldorado Hotel. I was frantic to know how Juan was involved. I was certain that he had done something terrible, something much worse that simply engaging in illicit sexual activity with a grown man. However, there was nothing else to be learned and I finally stopped changing when I reached the Disney Channel. A movie had just started and I recognized the opening scenes from Shipwrecked. I had watched the video with Cassie on a rainy Saturday afternoon a few weeks earlier. The hero, a young Swedish boy, began his adventures as a cabin boy aboard a sailing ship but spent most of his time parading around desert island. I had teased Cassie relentlessly that afternoon but even I had to admit that beautiful, blond Stian Smestad was a gorgeous specimen of a boy.

Casually, I began to fondle my penis. My raging erection had diminished almost the instant that I had ejaculated. About five or six minutes and still encased in the latex skin, the sensation was not particularly pleasant. Whether it was a reaction to swimming in my copious semen, from the lubricant within the condom, or just as a result of the extra heat and irritation afforded by the membrane itself, I neither knew nor cared, but it began to itch. I tugged the used condom off and gratefully rubbed my semen-soaked penis against the sheets. I was fascinated by the amount of semen I had released after comparatively little effort on my part. The stimulation inside Juan's hot, clutching body had been overpowering. My fingers held the stretched out sleeve daintily as the thick, white fluid drained to the bottom and filled the end.

Juan emerged from the bathroom. He closed the door after him and ambled slowly back to the bed. He placed his fingers to his mouth, swallowed and sipped from a glass of water. He walked with considerably less difficulty than he had about ten minutes earlier. He smiled as he saw me, still naked, still lying where he had left me fatigued

"I've got another one of them," he grinned playfully and then added, "If you've got some more to put in it." he smirked, knowing full well that he had left my semen depleted with his voracious body.

"How do you feel?" I asked as I squashed the soggy end of the condom. "If you want an aspirin or something, I've got some in my bag."

The boy placed the glass of water on the table and came over to the bed. "I'm fine now. I just had to take a pill, that's all. By the way, you probably shouldn't use the can for a while, it's pretty stinky in there."

"Diarrhea?" I asked.

Juan shrugged. "Nah, I just pooped a load, that's all."

"What's the pill for?" I asked suspiciously. Suddenly I found myself wondering whether Juan was taking drugs. Perhaps that was why the police wanted him. After all, the news story had been about a drug-related murder.

"Uh? It's kind of a vitamin. It's got iron or something like that in it. Bruce said they would make my dick stiffer if I took them regularly, like every day or two, but I think he was kidding me."

I nodded, still suspicious. "You're not doing drugs are you, Juan?"

"I'm not a dumb ass. Don't you believe everything you hear about kids doing drugs. Not all of us do!" He grinned mischievously. "What's the movie about?" he added as he settled back down on the bed beside me.

"I've seen it before," I acknowledged. "It's about a boy who gets shipwrecked and runs into some pirates. It's okay. Do you want to watch it?"

"Sure!" he stretched out next to me. "Unless you've got another idea," he added suggestively.

Juan was so close that I could feel the warmth of his bare skin. I could read his mind as easily as I knew my own. I understood exactly what he wanted and what he expected me to do. It was almost impossible to believe that he intended to have intercourse again, and right away at that. Under normal circumstances I would need an hour at least, perhaps longer. The expression on his small face was striking. His eyes were ravenous as they examined my body, devoured my limp penis with a quick glance, and then decided I was acceptable prey.

I laughed. "I have! However, I think it would be a good idea for you to rest up for a while before we do it again."

"You really want to do it again… tonight?" he questioned. His expression was instantly swapped for one of triumph.

"Of course I do. That is, if you do?" I replied. He nodded eagerly. "Next time, young man, I'm going to make you cum all over the place."

Juan giggled. "I already told you, Matt, I'm still too young for wet ones."

I chuckled again and I rubbed my hand through his tousled, long hair. "So? It'll still be fun trying. Who cares if it's wet or dry, just so long as you do it. Anyway from the look of you it won't be much longer before you're shooting sperm everywhere."

"Maybe," he said flatly and without much enthusiasm. "I guess I'll start eventually, but I wouldn't take any bets on it happening soon," he added mysteriously.

"Huh? Maybe, but your balls look like it isn't that far way. I'm certainly in no hurry, that's for sure. I like you just the way you are. Anyway, there isn't very much you or I can do about it either way. You start when Nature says you're ready start."

He smiled enigmatically and studied his small hairless penis for a moment. It was lifted up slightly by the recent swelling in his ripening testicles, though it was still immature and disproportionately small for this slender body.

"Well, I still wouldn't take bets on me having wet ones soon, that's all," he said with an air of superior knowledge.

Juan reached out and took the condom from my hand. He inspected it as he rubbed the thin latex membrane between his fingers and made the semen squelch inside it. He grinned at me cheekily.

"It's weird stuff isn't it?" he observed as he squeezed my semen up and down the rubber tubing. "I mean… well it doesn't look as though it could hurt me if you did it inside my butt."

"It wouldn't hurt you," I said truthfully. "But you're smart to be careful. The whole point is that you don't know who's safe and who has Aids."

"Yeah, I guess," he said without conviction. "It would be really dumb to get fucked by a guy and then die because you were too stupid to use a rubber."

I nodded and playfully caressed his soft hair. "Do you think he's cute?" Juan asked as Stian climbed into the rigging of the clipper ship and revealed the smooth golden tan of his legs.

"Huh? Is he cute? Yes, I s'pose so," I muttered.

I glanced sideways at the beautiful, naked youngster next to me. There really was no comparison with the boy on television, unless you were partial to blond boys. Whatever advantages Stian had because he was blond, Juan surpassed with his effeminate features. I remembered when I had first seen the boy outside my room. From the outset, his sexuality was indeterminate. Like a complex mechanical structure, the precise physical and emotional conditions of manhood were supplemented by vague and ambiguous features that were as much female as male.

"He's cute, I guess. He's certainly not as good-looking as you are, Juan," I acknowledged quietly. For some reason, I had wanted to say `beautiful' but the word seemed inappropriate to describe what I now knew to be a twelve-year-old boy.

"Yeah?"

Juan snuggled closer against me and lay his head on my shoulder. He watched the television over my chest as his fingers casually stroked my side. Occasionally his fingers moved onto my chest and playfully tugged at my hair or rubbed over my nipples, giving little pinches as he went. I stroked his cheek, drifting my fingers over his little ears, tracing delicate lines over the smooth skin of his neck and jaw, sometimes going as far as his shoulders but never lower. We watched as the clipper ship reached the Indian Ocean. It foundered in a furious storm as pirates attempted to take control. As Stian dived into the hold of the sinking ship to rescue the girl-heroine, Juan giggled.

"Do you think he's straight?" he asked softly. "I really thought he was going after his sailor friend for a while and now he's chasing her. I hope he doesn't fuck her?"

"Not on the Disney channel!" I choked. "Would you rather have him gay?"

"Wouldn't you?" Juan returned quickly. "Would you fuck him if you had the chance?" he teased.

"Not if you were around," I replied honestly.

"I'm around now," he giggled. "So…." his voice trailed off leaving his lewd suggestion hanging like a temptation unspoken.

"So! That's what you have in mind, is it?" Well, we're going to wait until the movie ends, young man," I said in mock seriousness. "You're going to stay here with me tonight so there's no rush. Besides, Juan, you look wiped out."

Right on cue, Juan yawned sleepily.

"Tell me what happened become you came here, Juan," I asked gently as I gestured vaguely above me. He shook his head as his lips compressed. "Juan, you have to trust me. Please? Tell me what happened with the, uh… what was his name… Luchi… uh… Luchiano guy?"

The boy shuddered and jerked away. "How do you know about Mister Luchiano?" he demanded. He was suddenly frightened and he cringed back away from me. "How do you know about him?" he repeated as his voice became louder and more panicked.

"It was on the TV while you were on the bathroom. There was something about this place and then they talked about a murder in LA and I think, at least I think they said that he was involved somehow. Uh, he was arrested a bit after you came in here."

"Goddamn shit," Juan swore. "What in the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me what happened?" I suggested.

"I can't! Don't you understand?" He paused as he breathed out with a sigh of frustration. "You don't know who Mister Luchiano is, do you?"

I remembered what the reporter had said. "He's in the Mafia, isn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess he is. My friend, Bruce… well… he kinda told me that Mister Luchiano was into drugs and all that and I had to be really careful. Don't you see, Matt? I can't tell you! They'd kill me! I suppose they'd kill you too if you knew."

He was shivering now. All thoughts of amorous affection vanished as he huddled next to me with his thin brown arms locked around his legs. I tried to break though the barrier that the boy had erected between us.

"Mister Luchiano… he's the man who was paying you to have sex with him?" I suggested softly.

There was no response but his silence was as good as an admission. It was surprisingly easy to figure out what had happened earlier that night.

I thought quickly as I spoke. "There was two people murdered in LA tonight. This Luchiano guy, he was the one who organized it, wasn't he?"

Something had happened while Juan was still in the man's room. He had seen or heard something he should not have. He was a witness, that was the only reason why the police and the FBI were searching for him. I placed my arm around Juan's bare shoulders. Suddenly I became very aware of the little frightened boy. He was very different to the aggressive, sexy boy who had seduced me earlier in the evening with his beautiful young body and intoxicating manner.

No matter what, I resolved that I would take care of my young friend. I owed the beautiful boy that much, if only as an inadequate reward for the incredible happiness that he had given to me in the space of a few hours. Over the sound of the movie, I heard Juan's subdued sobbing. He was crying softly, letting his fear escape in the tears that trickled down his cheeks. I pulled him closer to me protectively, my only means of providing security to him against a hostile world. Juan was in a terrible predicament if what I expected was actually true. As a witness to a Mafia killing, his life was as tenuous as that of the intended victim. If he went to the police, or even the FBI, and was given protection, he would be eventually found by a Mafia hit man. If he tried to keep his silence, they would still kill him. It was a matter of simple insurance and risk management. Juan was an intelligent boy. He was more than smart enough to figure out that his life would be extinguished shortly no matter what course of action he followed.

After a few minutes he calmed down sufficiently to lie down again. He was visibly tired and he cuddled up against me as if seeking my warmth. I massaged his bare back with firm rubs and gentle caresses and within minutes he was fast asleep. My attention was shared among trying to complete my speech for the next morning, following a movie in which I now had very little interest, and keeping watch over the wonderful naked boy beside me. He slept fitfully, often breathing quickly and in shallow gasps as he tossed and turned. He was dreaming and I watched his eyelids flicker then become still, then resume a rapid fluttering that conveyed his inner torment.

By ten o'clock I was too tired to watch the closing scenes of the movie, too exhausted to continue my study of the smooth slender form next to me, and no longer interested in polymers and their coefficients of friction. I turned the television off, tossed my notes onto the next bed, and settled down to sleep.

Chapter 10
Midnight Affections

Again, the memory of what we had shared earlier returned to me. I smiled as I stroked Juan's forehead. There had been a fabulous oozing heat inside his young body that had sucked me in until I was united with him. And then, as his insides had become loose, his passion had been inspirational. I would never forget the eagerness with which he coupled with me. His slender dark body had tightened instinctively, using hidden strength from muscles somewhere in his bowel to compress my rigid penis with undulating waves until I lost control. Unfortunately, I had orgasmed quickly and the oneness that I had felt with him was short-lived.

The reason why I had woken returned. Not only was my penis now very erect and hungry for contact with the sleeping boy beside me, but I realized that my bladder was painfully full as well. And yet, despite the discomfort from an increasingly pressing need to urinate, I could not leave the boy alone. Gently I rubbed the engorged glans of my penis against his silky belly, musing silently about how it would feel to orgasm over his flawless flesh. I could imagine my semen gushing out over him, thick white spurts splattering down onto his lithe brown abdomen until it formed a puddle in his navel. I would massage it over his smooth body, working the wetness over his narrow chest and belly until he was bathed in my slippery juice. It was impossible not to be jealous as I wondered how far Juan had gone with other men? My penis throbbed with excitement, desperate to interrupt Juan's repose and communicate my need for intercourse.

Unable to put off the inevitable trip to the bathroom any longer, I carefully eased away from the beautiful naked body and climbed out of the bed. Lovingly, and with some guilt, I placed the sheet over his bare torso and sheltered his perfect body from my prying and perverted eyes.

The door to the bathroom was closed. The bathroom light was on, illuminating the sodden mess of our clothes, quickly discarded in the heat of the moment, dropped wantonly to the floor as we undressed. I urinated with some difficulty as I forced my still-rigid penis downward. The pressure eased in my bladder and the rush of urine relieved my arousal. The stiffness faded until my penis was no longer rigid though still elongated and swollen.

I smiled to myself as I contemplated what my wife would say if she found out that I had spent the night with a boy-prostitute who was not even in his teens. My transgression would be viewed as evil, not only because I had enjoyed every blessed moment but because he was beautiful in a way that she could never acknowledge. As I shook off the last drips it was impossible not to make the obvious comparison between Juan and my wife. She paled in contrast. He was sexy in a way that I had never imagined possible. My discovery was both wonderful and exciting. Juan may have supplied his body to meet the depraved demands of other men, but above all, he was a sensual boy. He was not immoral or corrupt but simply expressing a natural lust. Perhaps he was oversexed and lewd, but he was mine, even if only for one unforgettable night.

I started to pick up the wet clothes, wringing out streams of water over the basin before I straightened them out and hung them over the shower rail. My trousers were unwearable without dry-cleaning but my morning presentation was the furthest thing from my mind as I wondered what Juan would wear in the morning if his clothes had not dried out. Nothing, hopefully. I could spend the entire day with him in bed, both naked as we explored the physical limitations of our bodies. I studied Juan's pants and top, sizing up the boy who had worn them. Now cold and wet, they seemed too small for a twelve-year-old boy, smaller even than Cassie's clothes, and she was a year younger.

With the clothes over the rail and the towels over the side of the bath, the bathroom looked considerably less like a whorehouse. Only one thing remained to be dried out and that was Juan's gym bag. It lay where he had abandoned it on the side of the vanity near the mirror. Knowing that I would violate his privacy by opening it, yet suspecting the worst, I knew I had to inspect it. I glanced around behind me and carefully pulled the zipper open. Inside, the dark blue of wet denim jeans confronted me. I started to tug them out of the bag.

"What are you doing? That's my stuff!"

I spun around. Juan was standing in the doorway. Visibly angry, his eyes narrowed as he glared at me. I took my hand away from the jeans quickly.

"I'm just spreading out our clothes so they can dry off by tomorrow morning. There's still a lot of wet things in your bag," I replied guiltily.

"It doesn't matter!" Juan returned quickly. "That's my stuff!" he repeated.

"What have you got in here, anyway?" I asked as I lifted the bag up by the handle. "This thing is heavy. No wonder you almost fell off the balcony."

"Nothing!" he retorted. Juan hesitated. "Just my school books and stuff, that's all." Then suddenly aware that we were both stark naked and that I was half erect, he grinned. "I woke up and you weren't there. I wanted him," he added as he eyed my groin meaningfully.

I grinned back at him, relieved that his anger had dissipated. "Well they sure are heavy. I think we ought to get your jeans out so they can dry. We ought to get your books out as well. They'll be ruined if we don't."

"I don't care," he said. He smiled slyly. "You want me to suck him now?" he offered. I glanced at the opened gym bag and wondered what was inside that needed such protection. He watched my slow response and sensed my suspicion. "But maybe…" he paused, "you'd rather finish what you started," he added huskily as he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"You want me to fuck you again?" I asked with pretended consternation.

Juan shrugged. "I want what you want," he murmured.

His small hand casually moved to his genitals and he cupped his fingers under his little scrotum as he backed away from the doorway. His thumb looped around his penis and he squeezed gently. His dark eyes glistened in the light from the bathroom, beckoning to me. I nodded and he smiled.

"You butt's going to be real sore tomorrow," I teased.

"I'll survive," he giggled. "You better go find the rubbers, Matt. I think they're somewhere near the bed. I've gotta pee first."

Whatever was inside the gym bag could wait. I grinned as I stepped forward. As I passed beside Juan, I lunged for him and clasped him around the chest and hips. Effortlessly I lifted him up into the air and swung him around so that he was head down. He laughed as he struggled to escape. His legs flailed valiantly and dangerously close to the ceiling. Afraid that he would fall, he locked his arms around my legs, then reassured, grasped my penis with one hand and squeezed it tightly as I carried him towards the bed. As I lifted him even higher to deposit him on the bed, his firm buttocks were only a few inches from my nose. With his legs wide apart, I smelled the musky aroma of the juices from deep inside his body. It was an intensely arousing smell.

"I really have to pee," Juan complained gleefully as I eased him down onto the bed so that he took most of his weight on his thin arms.

"You want me to fuck you or not?" I demanded crudely.

"Yeah, I want to. But I have to pee first. I'll do it on the bed, otherwise," he added amid hysterical giggles. I let him drop and he collapsed onto the bed.

"You better hold the end of your dick really tight. That's the advantage of having a foreskin. But if you do have to go, just do it on your side of the bed," I laughed.

I squatted down to find the condoms. Fortunately my hand came to it immediately and I stood up again, withdrawing one of the packets as I climbed over the grinning boy. I knelt between his outstretched legs. In the few seconds that it had taken to come from the bathroom my penis had reached the apogee of erection. It pulsed with the sudden surge of adrenaline as I leaned formed over the submissive boy. He waited, like a virgin before Priapus, knowing that the huge phallus before him would soon be deep inside him again. He licked his lips and breathed heavily as he watched me unroll the condom down the length of the shaft. Even in the dim light reflected from the bathroom, I could see that the boy's excitement was every bit as much as my own. Instinctively, we both understood that this time would be very different to the first time.

As soon as the condom was on, Juan took over. His hands trembled as he covered my penis with K-Y. He knew enough to lubricate it thoroughly. Making a tube with both hands, he began to masturbate me. Within seconds my penis became impossibly stiff, hardening until it throbbed between his fingers. No longer able to hold back, I clasped Juan's ankles and jerked his feet upwards. I pushed back, positioning his feet behind his ears and lifting his buttocks upward as his hands clenched his legs just behind his knees. I trembled with excitement as I brought my penis towards him. For a moment I considered whether I needed to add more lubrication to his anus but the thrill of seeing the boy's dilated hole overpowered my sense of caution.

I probed between his cheeks, forcing my penis like a wedge into his crack and he wriggled back at me. He repositioned himself, lifting his hips up as he curled, then anxiously squirming as my penis sought his opening. No longer timid, not fearful of injuring him, I eagerly pushed forward. Juan jumped as he felt the fullness of my glans bearing into him. His eyes opened wide and he gazed at me breathlessly as I squeezed harder. His flesh seemed to yield, swallowing the tip of my penis with little difficulty. Juan nodded avidly.

"'s in," he gasped in surprise.

I paused, triumphantly grinning at the eager boy. He was still skittish as he remembered the terror from the previous times. Always aware of the pain that came from being penetrated, yet yearning for the presence of my penis inside him, the young boy had become apprehensive of my maleness. But this time there had been no pain. I spoke the words we both thought.

"I didn't hurt you did I," I whispered. It was not a question but a simple statement of fact.

"Put him in all the way," Juan breathed cautiously.

"I'll go slowly. Tell me if it hurts."

I pressed forward. Juan's anus felt like a very tight ring of rubber as it slowly inched along the shaft of my penis. One long, slow thrust took engulfed more than four inches [10 cm] of my penis. His eyes were wide with amazement as he felt my penis and displace his insides.

"Oh God!," he groaned.

He swallowed, took a deep breath, and nodded abruptly. I pushed forward again, sliding on the slippery film of lubricant and mucus inside him. His body shivered uncontrollably as he realized that my penis was almost entirely impaled within him.

"You're… you're in… all the way," he gasped as he felt my testicles squash into the side of his buttocks.

I nodded back, shaking my head vigorously as I absorbed the delicious heat. His life seemed to flow into me, filling me with his youth and energy. I pulled back gently and forcefully came back into him as I began to thrust. I felt my penis bottom out and he shuddered as I began to distend his bowel and stretch whatever elasticity remained inside him.

"So big!" he moaned. "Oh! God, do it to me! Like that! Yeah, do that!"

On every outward stroke, I terminated at his prostate, squeezing and flexing my penis in that most sensitive of places until he could stand no more of it. After several minutes, his legs found their way up on my shoulders and I leaned onto him, enveloping his naked body as I hugged him. One hand encircled his shoulders and prevented him movement, the other arm supported his back and buttocks. I nuzzled him, caressing his cheek and forehead with playful kisses. He did not kiss me back. Even as I extracted his manhood with each demanding thrust, his reluctance to engage in the last acknowledgment of his homosexuality was too much for even his lack of inhibition. He smiled back at me, then looked away. Although I did not know it at the time, I suspected that he had never been kissed by a man before.

In the thirty years since I had been Juan's age, if I had ever known, I had forgotten what it was like to be a boy prior to the onset of puberty. Without the final relief of ejaculation, a young boy's orgasm is unfulfilling. Denied the end result of a wet climax, a prepubescent boy's desire continues unabated. So it was with Juan. If the sudden spasms that racked his slender sweat-covered body were orgasms, which is what I believed them to be, then he must have experienced half-a-dozen that night. Somewhere between the third and fourth ones, Juan's muscular control faded and his rectum suddenly became loose and spongy. It was shortly after that, as he writhed frantically and then bucked with a sudden spasm that he lost control of his bladder. The wet warmth that flooded out between us was less discomforting to me than to Juan. He shuddered uncontrollably in a paroxysm of delight that left him light-headed and distracted. But while Juan was perturbed and bewildered by his body's spontaneous release, I bathed in his copious urine, shamelessly.

I continued to thrust into him. My rhythm was relentless, pulling back slowly in the hot suction of the fluids inside him, never withdrawing further than his prostate, always letting him feel the full power and length of my penis on the return stroke. When my own orgasm was imminent, I slowed, or stopped until the moment passed. Again and again I delayed the inevitable, giving Juan pleasure unlike any he had ever known. But there is a point beyond which no tactic works. My semen has been building at the dam for somewhere close to an hour when I knew it was over. Even a tiny movement of my sensitive organ inside the boy's bowel was enough to bring me inexorably closer to the moment of release. It came closer and closer until it seemed as if only a few seconds remained before we both died. Juan's eyes were closed. He was barely breathing. He had reached the point of physical exhaustion, his slender body all but drained of passion.

As I pumped into him savagely, his big dark eyes opened wide in amazement. We groaned together as he felt my penis jerking spasmodically. My hips pounded hard and fast against his slender, shuddering body, slamming powerfully against his raised buttocks as I struggled to get it all out. It was over in a few seconds. We collapsed together and I rolled to one side to avoid crushing him. My softening penis pulled free from him. Just a few seconds before midnight Juan fell asleep again.

Chapter 11
The Transformation

My penis had responded naturally to his gentle touching and as I awoke, I felt his soft lips tickling along the length of my shaft. His fingers caressed my scrotum with the faintest contact, fluttering across the skin as he manipulated by testicles from one side to the other. As I stirred and twisted slightly into a more comfortable position, I flexed my penis so that it bumped against his mouth. Even with my eyes closed I sensed his amusement. I performed the tightening motion again so that my penis bobbed up to his nose. Juan giggled and I felt the luscious, wet heat of his tongue at it slurped scintillatingly over my aroused organ. I opened my eyes with suddenly increased interest. Somehow, I had expected him to be long gone. The boy had come into my life so unexpectedly, and his impact had been so devastating, that it seemed both illogical and inappropriate that he still be there. But there he was; a slender boy-buddha, a more beautiful sight I had never seen

"Hi sleepy head! Awake at last?" Juan said playfully as he looked up from his self-appointed duty.

He grinned shyly. His dark eyes sparkled. Sometime earlier, he had gotten out of bed and opened the curtains. Now the sun flooded into the room. He was sitting cross-legged beside me and leaned forward over my thighs. The sheet was dragged down past my knees. From the moisture on my groin it was not the first time that he had licked me there. I grinned back at him.

"Hi yourself! It looks like you're having fun," I observed.

"I promised you that I'd suck him," Juan smirked. "And I always keep my promises."

"How long have you been awake?" I asked as I stifled a yawn.

"Oh! A while…" Juan answered. He winked at me teasingly and then added mysteriously, "Long enough to do it. You won't believe what I did while you were asleep."

I raised my eyebrows challengingly and then smiled back at him, more than prepared to play along with his game.

"Do you feel okay? I didn't hurt you, did I Juan?" I asked.

"I'm okay! I told you already, Matt! Stop asking how I am, pleeaassee?"

I replied with a cheerful nod. "I thought you always used a rubber," I added suggestively after a quick glance downward.

Unable to continue the pretense, Juan started to laugh. He squeezed the shaft of my penis as hard as he could. The pressure was not all that much but it was enough to make the glans swell and darken. A clear droplet of precum oozed out of the slit. His finger expertly smeared it away and rubbed the slippery fluid over the head of my penis. Again, Juan leaned forward as his mouth opened. His small teeth were perfectly white, like something from an obscene toothpaste commercial. His tongue licked his lips. He smiled as he breathed heavily with growing anticipation.

"Ohhhh, that's so nice."

My sigh in response to the languid trace of his tongue came quickly. Juan's velvet-soft tongue travelled the saliva-slicked length of my shaft and then poked and swivelled into the loose folds of my scrotum. I felt the warmth of his cheek on my penis and his fingers moved to gently squeeze my testicles. Less than a few seconds passed before Juan squirmed around and scrambled over me. He lay down beside me with his head directly next to my groin. My face confronted his own perfect genitals. It was the first time that I saw his small sex organs up close and it was a truly beautiful sight. I was speechless. His penis was very hard, but even fully erect it was barely the size of my thumb. The foreskin was more than long enough to cover the rounded knob of his glans and still leave a puckered tip at the end. While his testicles were still small, it was clear that the onset of puberty was not more than a few months away for the hairless boy. Too bad, I thought. I liked him the way he was, smooth and hairless.

"Can I suck him?" Juan's voice trembled with growing urgency.

I nodded immediately as my heart beat accelerated. I could feel my excitement building as the movement of the boy's fingers became faster and stronger. His tongue returned to swirl over the sensitive skin of my penis again and again. I turned my head to the side and saw the box of condoms on the night-stand. The tube of K-Y was nowhere to be seen and for a moment I wondered what had happened to it. But we didn't need lubrication for what Juan had in mind.

I tore open one of the packets as Juan's lips began to kiss my penis lightly, then as kisses turned to gentle bites and I watched his mouth open wide to take my penis into him, I guided him away with a gentle shove to the side. I sat up, leaned forward, and clumsily placed the condom on my throbbing penis. Juan grinned at me cheekily.

"I would have done that," he said.

"Yeah? Before or after he was in your mouth?" I teased.

Juan shrugged nonchalantly as he moved closer to me and reached for my penis. "You know, the rubber really tastes crappy," he complained.

"Then don't suck him." I laughed.

Slowly the boy smiled at me. "You know, the first time I sucked a man's dick I didn't use one. 'Course, the guy didn't cum in my mouth. He was about to, I think, but we kind of got interrupted before he did it," Juan added lewdly.

"Well now you know better. There's a lot of risk for you, for either of us in fact, and besides we barely know each other."

"I feel like I've known you for years," Juan said. He smiled smugly. "Do you want to see something really weird?" he added.

"What? Can you suck your own dick?" I laughed. "This I've got to see."

"Suck my own dick? Uh, I've never tried to do that," Juan said seriously. He looked downward. My fingers were stroking the soft, still-flabby flesh where his penis joined to his pubis and scrotum. Hair would eventually sprout there and his puppy fat would disappear, but for now the skin was delicate and very sensitive. He giggled playfully as he watched my fingers caress his rigid little penis.

"That feels great," Juan acknowledged. There was a long pause as I continued to fondle his little penis by massaging the tiny glans under its thin covering. "Pull the skin back past the head," he suggested enigmatically. I watched as he took a deep breath. He was visibly worried about something.

If there was one thing I learned in grade school, it was to follow instructions. I obeyed despite my misgivings. His foreskin retracted with very little effort on my part. It had obviously been well exercised in the past and the opening stretched wide enough to allow the easy expulsion of his small, purplish glans. At first, I was not surprised as I studied Juan's sex organs with a feeling that could only be described as awe. And then I gasped as I suddenly realized that the minute slit that should have crowned the very tip of the little helmet-shaped head was not there. My sudden intake of air occurred only when I inspected the underside of his small rigid penis. The sight of his deformed glans was totally unexpected. There was no sign of his meatus. I pushed the boy's foreskin downward with the unpleasant sinking feeling that comes when one discovers that absolute perfection is flawed and all is not what it should be. The slit, if that was what the rounded and unnaturally shaped orifice could be called, was nearly at the junction of his foreskin and under the flared head of his glans. It was not the displaced opening that caused me consternation as much as the two broad ridges in his glans that were caused by a tube-like furrow that, under normal circumstances, would have been Juan's urethra.

"I have a funny looking dick," Juan said softly. "It's weird isn't it?"

I examined the flawed object of my affection as I answered honestly. "Yeah, I guess it is. No, it's not weird… well, it's different, that's all…. It doesn't bother me that you're different, Juan," I added with sincerity. I smiled and gently touched the head of his penis with my tongue. That there was no opening in the tip was strangely exciting to me.

"Well, I think it's weird-looking. And it's hell to piss with," Juan continued sheepishly. I nodded understandingly, uncertain of what I should say next.

"It doesn't appear to stop you from wanting to have sex, Juan," I teased. "For a twelve-year-old boy, you must be the horniest thing alive."

Juan grinned at me and gently brushed his lips against the bulb end of my condom. "So Matt, if I want you to suck mine, what am I going to use for a rubber?" he asked with boyish bravado.

His question presented a dilemma, both because I was still uncertain whether I wanted to reciprocate and return the pleasure, and also because an adult condom would obviously be ineffective on his boy-sized erection. I had never engaged in oral intercourse – at least cock sucking – before, though the opportunity, now raised to me, was of such interest that my heart began to beat faster with the mere thought of taking Juan's genitals into my mouth.

"What does it taste like… the rubber I mean?" I asked awkwardly of the boy.

Juan shrugged again. "It's gross, man! It's kind of… well I don't know… it's like sucking a balloon or something. Bruce, he's a friend of mine, he says that it tastes like pencil erasers. I suppose it does, kind of."

"It doesn't sound very good," I admitted diffidently, though still enthusiastic about sucking the delicious morsel.

"If you promise me that you haven't got Aids or anything, I'll suck yours without using one if you want me to," Juan offered.

"The hell you will," I countered. "I don't know who taught you about using condoms, but whoever it was, he did the right thing by you."

"Yeah, well… The rubber tastes really gross, man!" Juan flipped at my rigid penis.

"Maybe you should just jerk him off," I said.

"Boring!" Juan whined. He smiled and took hold of my penis with his fingers. His fingertips and thumb could not meet unless he squeezed tightly. "You have a big dick, Matt," he acknowledged crudely. "Maybe…" he paused. "What if I want him in my butt again?"

I raised one eyebrow in response to his question and answered it with silence. We looked at each other.

"You want to do it again?" Juan asked softly. "You do, don't you?"

"You're going to hurt yourself," I warned.

"It's my butt, and anyway, if it doesn't bother me, why should you worry. Besides, I think it's supposed to start getting easier, the more you do it up there," he replied with some uncertainty.

Juan smiled and scrambled to his knees. He looked over the side of the bed in a futile effort to find the tube of K-Y. "Where the fuck did we put it?" he asked. I shrugged. He gave up and glanced back at me as his fingers explored between his cheeks. "I'm still pretty slippery inside, I think. We could try doing it without it. I suppose we could even use some spit on him to get started."

"It's got to be in here somewhere. Maybe it's in the bed?" I suggested.

Juan leered at me as he reached out and grasped my rigid penis. "I'm game. If I'm not slippery enough back there, then we can look for it."

"You're a spunky little guy, aren't you?" I laughed. "Okay! Here's the deal. This is your idea so you can do all the work this time. I'm going to lie here and enjoy it. It's your turn anyway."

The boy smirked as he realized what I had in mind. Without a word he straddled my legs. Kneeling over my thighs, he began to rub my penis. His hand moved rhythmically as he sought to induce the maximum degree of stiffness. I flexed my penis, trying to increase the blood pressure beyond it's already elevated level. After a minute he was satisfied. He leaned forward and drooled bubbly saliva over my penis. He grinned mischievously as he looked up at me and shamelessly smeared it over the latex sheath. He added some more saliva before he wriggled forward and positioned himself so that his knees were next to my flanks and his buttocks were directly over my rigid member. Awkwardly, he tried to settle down as he attempted to guide the tip of my engorged shaft to his opening. I felt the soft, warm skin of his firm cheeks. I reached down and gently drew the two globes apart, splitting his crack wide open and exposing his inner sanctum. Juan settled down, his fingers expertly directing my penis into the moist heat that emanated from his little orifice.

I pulled his bottom open even further as he pushed downward. His expression changed quickly as his face contorted, not from pain but as a result of trying to accept my huge penis. He strained down as if trying to defecate. Then he gasped suddenly as he felt the fullness embed itself, stretching his anus to the limit as my penis started to penetrate. Juan gasped again as he realized that the mushroom head was partially inside him.

"Jesus," he murmured. "Matt… Matt, I think it's going in."

Juan took a deep breath before he tried again. I could feel the constriction of his small anus. It was impossibly tight, like a small tube that could not be accessed no matter how hard we tried, but ever inviting another attempt.

"Push up hard… when I push down… okay?" Juan instructed. He panted heavily as if the words alone caused him great effort.

He closed his eyes and I watched his body tense. A quick breath and then he shoved downwards, grinding and wriggling as he forced himself against my penis. Watching Juan struggle onto my penis was incredibly exciting and, as it turned out, I did not need to assist. The swollen glans of my penis pierced him like a blunt stake, bursting through his body's resistance as his anus swallowed it. He groaned loudly and stopped his downward thrust. His eyes closed tightly as if to block out the pain. His lips were clenched as if to prevent the cry that threatened to break out.

My own response came immediately. As I felt his body engulf mine, I lifted up. My penis rammed upward, sliding on the residual lubrication inside his taut, hot body. My upward motion caught him by surprise and his eyes opened in amazement. In slow motion, my penis sunk further into him. One long, forceful thrust was all that it required. With each new inch [2½ cm] inside him, Juan's expression became more shocked. When I finally stopped, my penis was totally enclosed in his bowel. Juan was sitting hard against my body, his scrotum pressing into my lower belly as mine was squashed into his crevice. It seemed impossible that my penis could have penetrated so far into his slender body without coming out again. It was so deep inside him that it seemed that there should be something bulging out his belly.

We were both breathing heavily, each stunned by the ease and speed at which my penis had achieved entry. Juan gazed at me silently as his rectum began to adjust to the presence of my invading organ.

"It feels… so big," he whispered at last.

"Does it hurt?" I asked concernedly.

I was afraid that I had gone too quickly, pushed too hard, entered too far. There did not seem to be any where near the amount of space necessary to hold my massive shaft inside his narrow hips and slender waist. Juan shook his head abruptly.

"It's okay…. Don't ask again!… Ever!"

I felt his sphincter shudder as it tried to evict me. There was a quick tremble through Juan's body as he fought back against his resisting spasm.

"Just try to relax," I suggested.

He smiled weakly. "Jesus! What do you think I'm trying to do?…. God!… It's huge, Matt. I feel like… like I'm going to burst… if I move even a little bit."

"Then don't move!"

"I don't plan to… for a while at least…. It went in so easily, Matt."

"Maybe it does get easier after a while. God, you're so tight."

"I hope so…. It feels awesome…. Try to move him a bit."

I flexed my penis and made it jerk a fraction of an inch. Juan grunted. I flexed it again and produced another grunt. Juan's body spasmed as his sphincter tightened reflexively. It was a hopeless fight that had no chance of victory. It was followed by a sharp intake of air as the boy summoned his strength. I felt him pull away slightly and then settle back down again. He swallowed as his body swallowed my penis again.

"Man, that's absolutely fucking awesome," he breathed out.

Juan took another still-deeper breath and closed his eyes in concentration. He lifted away slowly as his thighs tensed. I felt my penis being dragged through the incredible heat of his rectum. It was compressed so much that it seemed to be stretched out before his flesh yielded its grasp. He pulled away until only the glans of my penis remained inside him, grabbed by the constriction of his anus. He breathed, swallowed again, and began the slow push down again as his lithe body trembled with growing delight. My penis slid back inside him, going all the way before he relaxed again.

Remarkably, I saw that his small penis was shrivelled up. I wondered when Juan's erection had faded and then realized that it had happened almost as soon as my penis had taken possession of him. I fondled the tiny organ gently, amused that it could be so lifeless when its owner's body was experiencing so much joy. I stretched it out, caressing the smooth skin lovingly as I teased the little bulb of his glans.

Minutes passed quickly as Juan continued his slow movements. Each downward thrust seemed to be less stressful and more enjoyable until it was obvious to both of us that his bowel had loosened considerably. As his rectum stretched, his penis became stiffer. Stimulated at both ends, Juan became increasingly charged with frenetic energy. His back and forth movements became faster and more demanding as his penis and prostate were tortured. Some tightness was still present at his anus when my penis was completely inside him but it was no longer painful for him. Deeper inside him there was a delicious sloppy juiciness and a lush heat that sucked on my penis silently every time that Juan moved against me. I could have stayed there forever.

My orgasm came only a minute or two before nine o'clock. By then, my presentation was the furthest thing from my mind. I existed only to satisfy the beautiful naked boy who sat triumphantly above me. Judging by his frenzied motions and the growing expression of pure ecstasy, I was certain that Juan had climaxed as well only moments before he collapsed. Any doubt that I might have had was dispelled by the contented smile of unadulterated bliss as he lay above me. His slender body heaved with each gasping breath.

We lay together in silence for a long while. The aroma of our union lingered and I breathed deeply, savoring the pungent smell of sex. Juan lay over me, unmoving as he sought solace in my embrace. I caressed his slender, smooth back with gentle strokes from his moistened buttocks to his bony shoulders. He was exhausted.

I could not believe what had happened. In those wonderful seconds that preceded my release, my mind had been whirling in frenzied confusion. I wanted to shout out that I loved Juan, that I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone else. Such feelings would have been impossible only a day earlier. Physically drained, but more satisfied emotionally than I believed possible, there appeared to be no other solution than to keep the boy with me. Without him, life did not seem to be worth living. My mind reached its decision despite all logic and caution to the contrary.

However, my first problem was how to get Juan out of the hotel. If what I expected had occurred, it was highly likely that ever exit was closely monitored. How could I get past both police and Mafia? Curiously, my solution came in a way that was totally unexpected.

"That was better than fucking a woman, isn't it?" he whispered obscenely.

His dark, liquid eyes looked into mine. He knew the answer as well as I did. We had shared something very special. It was more than lust but neither of us wanted to acknowledge it aloud.

"Much, much better. It's a pity I didn't marry you," I added.

"Even if I was a girl, you still couldn't marry me," he said quietly.

Juan giggled as he rested his cheek on my chest. My fingers moved downwards into the deep cleft between his buttocks. I felt the slimy looseness that marked the entrance to his body. He did not possess a vagina but he had what I wanted more than anything else in the world. My finger slowly stroked against the spongy flesh as it circled the dilated opening. For the time being at last, his little hole was stretched beyond its elastic limit. My finger slipped inside and carefully probed into the weakened lining of his rectum. Juan moaned softly as my finger entered to its full depth, curled, and rubbed carefully into his bruised prostate.

"Huh? Because you're too young?" I asked.

"That's nice! Yeah, because I'm only twelve! And I guess because you're married already," he answered quietly. I sighed. I was married, unfortunately. "Maybe you could adopt me or something… but you already have two daughters."

It was at that moment that I was struck again by the similarity between Juan and my stepdaughter, Cassie. In appearance, there was little likeness beyond the small mouth and delicate lips. And yet in other ways, in certain mannerisms, in the strange aura of still-unformed sexuality, in the femininity that Juan exuded, they were very close. Juan could easily pass as a girl. Nobody would be looking for a girl!

I removed my finger from his anus, gave him a playful, loud slap on the bottom, and rolled away from under him. I sat up, turned around, and looked back at the beautiful naked boy beside me. My mind was made up.

"What's up? Is something wrong?" Juan asked. "You don't want to do it again already, do you?" he teased.

"No! Well, yes. Of course I want to do it again. But not now! Nothing's up! Everything is wonderful! Juan, I've got a wonderful idea but the first thing I've got to do is get you out of here."

"Huh? Out of your room? I don't understand."

"No, you dummy. Out of the hotel! Don't you think they'll be looking for you?"

"Oh! Yeah! I guess so! I suppose the cops will be downstairs. And Mister Luchiano too, for that matter."

"Right on! We have to move fast. Room service will want to get in here soon and clean up. I was supposed to check out today and… Shit! It's nearly nine-thirty! Fuck! I was supposed to give my presentation at nine! Hell!"

Juan rolled onto his back and started to giggle. "What's so funny?" I demanded.

"You are! I like it when you cuss! You sound just like a kid! Shit! Fuck! And hell!"

It was impossible not to laugh with him as I stomped into the bathroom. I shouted out orders as I went.

"I'm going out for a while, Juan. I want you to stay here. Lock the door after me and don't open it to anyone. Understand? No one! If the maid comes around, don't answer. She won't be able to get in."

"Where are you going?"

"Shopping. I have to buy a few things to get you out of here. I have a great plan to get you out of here."

"A plan? What sort of plan? The cops are sure to see me if I leave here. And even if they don't…" Juan's voice trailed off, leaving the thought unspoken. He had disobeyed Luchiano's instructions and he had a good idea that the consequences would be very unpleasant.

I dropped the used condom into the toilet and hoped that it wouldn't float, rinsed my face off and came back into the bedroom. Juan was lying on his side. His right leg was lifted up and bent at right angles as he used a couple of tissues to clean between his buttocks. The temptation to stay with him was incredible.

"It's pretty messy back there, huh?" I asked as I opened my suitcase and located my jeans.

Time was running out. I was beginning to wonder whether the conference organizers would call the hotel to find out where I was. If so, my time was very limited. Then I remembered that I hadn't filled out the registration form. No one from Norton knew where I was staying. My panic eased slightly.

"Real messy. There's stains all over the sheets. I didn't bleed but."

"I'm glad your butt didn't bleed, but don't end you sentences with but," I chided as I dressed.

Juan grinned and tossed the balled-up tissues at me. "It's your mess in my butt, but."

"No way." I laughed. "Remember I was the one with the rubber."

"Okay!" the boy agreed happily. "But it wouldn't have happened without you."

"Not wrong. Maybe you can sponge the worst of the marks out while I'm shopping," I suggested.

"I'll try. How long will you be gone? I should get dressed too, right?"

"No, I'll be buying some more clothes for you. Anyway, I doubt if your clothes are dry. I'll be gone about an hour at the most, so you can take a shower. Use my toothbrush, if you want," I added as I put my shoes on. I started towards the door and stopped. I turned around and smiled at Juan. "Remember beautiful, open the door to no one. Oh, and don't answer the telephone, either." He nodded. "Okay, now come over here and give me a good-bye hug," I said.

Juan needed no prompting. He hopped off the bed with surprising agility and trotted across the floor as if nothing untoward had happened to him since he woke up. Only a few minutes earlier he had been too exhausted to move. I reached out for him and pulled him into my embrace. Naked boy-flesh jumped into my welcoming arms and I hugged him tightly. Lithe and still hot, his bare sweat-moistened skin was incredibly arousing. His contact was invigorating to say the least. I gently squeezed his bottom and eased him away. Juan followed me into the hallway and we stopped before the door. He looked like a whore after a long, hard night as he grinned at me and shamelessly pressed his small genitals into my thigh. Again we hugged, this time longer and with more force as we merged together.

"Lock it and don't open it for anyone!" I instructed as I cautiously opened the door and looked outside. I tousled his ruffled hair before leaving. I heard the lock turn behind me and I walked quickly to the elevator.

By my count there were four policemen in the lobby and two standing in the corridor that led out to the rear parking lot. I didn't know what to expect from the Mafia but the man sitting near to the front door looked awfully suspicious. No one showed any interest in me. I walked quickly out to my rent-a-car in the parking lot before I looked back to see whether I was being followed. By myself, it was highly unlikely that I would raise anyone's suspicions. The nearest mall was only a few blocks away. I had discovered it on my way back from the Norton Air Force Base.

Thank god for hypermarkets. Everything you ever wanted under the one roof and reasonably priced as well. I went straight to the Girls' Clothing section. There was a good selection in the pre-teen sizes, 8 through 12. The easy part was determining the size I needed to buy. Judging Juan beside what I knew Cassie wore, I figured he was a ten, or close to it. He was much thinner than Cassie, and somewhat shorter, even though he was nearly a year older. Deciding what clothes to buy was much harder. What I wanted was something that a boy would never wear. I wandered through the aisles. Definitely a dress, of some kind, though not the sort to fit the upper body too closely. Better still, a skirt and a loose-fitting top. I picked through the rack and finally decided on a denim skirt that would go with almost anything. The top was more difficult and I settled on two contenders, one was a Texas-style white cotton shirt with embroidered shoulders. It was something that Cassie would wear. The other was LA style, a dark-red tee shirt emblazoned with a picture of a punk-rock band.

Continuing down the aisles looking for the other essentials of girl-dom, I picked out a pair of white tights, then a pair of black ones. With my lingering memory of the naked boy in the hall, it was easy to imagine Juan in them. With his slender legs, the result would be simply stunning and more than likely be enough to get him laid at the first opportunity. I cruised deeper into the Underwear section and selected a packet of panties before I spotted the ultimate in girl's underwear – low-cut, glossy-nylon briefs with brightly colored floral patterns. I ditched the panties and picked out three pair. Even if Juan didn't wear them, they'd make an interesting present for Cassie.

I looked over my selection and pondered what else I needed to buy. Something warm, something fashionable, a vest of some sort? Maybe a jacket? I expected that Juan would go for a denim jacket but not Cassie. I ambled back towards the clothing section. This close to winter the selection had been picked over. I pulled out one jacket that looked interesting. Floral-patterned black leather! It was the only one left, it was size 10-12, and it was expensive. Eighty-two dollars, and it probably would not fit Cassie for more than a few months, if at all. I smiled to myself as I remembered that I had just spent the night doing unbelievably enjoyable things with the most wonderful boy in the world. I placed the jacket in the cart. Juan more than deserved it.

But I still needed something else, something that emphasized the girl and prevented any association with a boy. I formed a mental picture of Juan's features, of Cassie, and the differences between them. Make-up was what I needed, lipstick and eye-shadow, even nail-polish. I glanced around, reluctant to go into the Cosmetics section. But there was no need to go anywhere. In the center aisle was a selection of junior kits, prepackaged trays of make-up essentials ready for Christmas shoppers looking for last-minute stocking stuffers. Almost blond, Cassie would want the lighter, muted shades but with Juan's darker coloring, I picked the matched set of burgundy and purple. As an afterthought I threw in a tri-color box of hair coloring. Like Cassie, Juan would look awfully cute with a punk hairstyle.

This was going to be very expensive I decided as I examined the things in the cart. I still needed shoes and a curling wand. Several minutes I headed off to the check-out counter. Even as I neared the counter, I remembered one more thing. Tape! The last thing I wanted was an accidental erection on the way out of the hotel. One hundred and ninety three dollars, and a buck-fifty for the tape, and I left the store and headed back to the hotel.

With my purchases concealed in a large shopping bag, I quickly made my way back to my room. I approached the door to room 635 with trepidation, half expecting to find policemen waiting inside. I knocked lightly on the door, waited a moment, and inserted my key. The door was still locked and I knocked again, a little louder this time. I waited with growing fear that something was wrong, knocking several times as three minutes passed. However, when I pressed my ear hard against the door, I easily guessed what Juan was doing from the sounds coming through the panel. A few seconds after the noise ended, I heard the faint sound of someone against the other side of the door.

"It's me," I whispered. "Open up. I've been waiting here forever."

There was an audible click and the door opened inwards. I stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind me. Juan was as naked as he had been when I left the room nearly forty-five minutes earlier, though his wet skin and hair indicated that he had stepped out of the shower only seconds before. He continue to towel himself dry as I locked the door. Now that I was fully awake and refreshed from the cool air outside, the boy seemed even more beautiful than I remembered. I studied him carefully as he briskly rubbed the towel over his slender body.

"Sorry Matt," Juan grinned. "It didn't take you very long. Are there cops downstairs?"

"I counted six of them and there was one guy who looked like he might be from Sicily. Did anyone come by?" I asked nervously as I guided him into the bedroom. We had a lot to do and there was no time to waste. Juan shook his head and obediently sat down next to the table. The morning light streamed through the window and cascaded onto his bare flesh. In the sun, Juan's smooth tanned skin had a golden hue, while his untanned regions were deliciously and temptingly pale.

"What did you get?" he asked curiously as he eyed the shopping bag. "I'm hungry. Did you get some food? Are you going to tell me what the plan is?"

I was suddenly aware that I was very hungry and I was not surprised that the boy was similarly starving. Food had not been on my mind when I was shopping and I regretted my forgetfulness. Still, if we had more time, Juan looked good enough to eat.

"'Fraid not! You'll have to wait for breakfast. You're going to have a sex change. When we walk out of here you're going to be a girl, young man."

The boy stared at me in surprise as I grinned at him. "A girl? You're going to make me into a girl?" he finally mumbled self-consciously.

"Not quite, but you'll look enough like a girl so they don't stop us downstairs. They won't be expecting you to walk right past them in a dress."

I chuckled happily as I pulled my first trick out of the bag. I opened the box, quickly looked for an outlet, and plugged in the hair-curler. Juan's gently waving hair was about to become tightly curled. While it heated up I opened the tri-color box of washable hair dye, selected the purple shade, and wiped the sponge through the center of his hair. BY the time I finished there was a magenta plume beginning from his forehead and tapering all the way to the nape of his neck against a plum-colored streak about two inches [5 cm] wide. As the curler did its assigned task on the back of Juan's head, I went to work on his finger nails. His fingers were long and thin and the nails were narrow. The nail-polish color was an iridescent imperial-purple. If Juan had been a girl, it would have been an ideal match for his dark complexion.

His nervousness, or what I imagined to be nervousness, slowly faded and he began to smile as he watched me in the mirror. He was reluctant about the hair dye at first but as the curls formed he quickly became more enthusiastic. With each finger painted, his hands became less and less boy-like. I relocated the curling wand several times. The effect was startling. His hair was more than long enough to curl several times and it was still wet enough to do exactly that.

Satisfied with my handiwork, I changed to his face and began the most difficult part of my assignment. Privately, I wished that I had watched either Cassie or her sister more closely. But even with my inexperience, the eye-shadow, highlighter, and lipstick wrought the most surprising changes imaginable. Strangely, the alterations suited him well. Anything but an aberration, there was a metamorphosis that emphasized his delicate features and his big, dark eyes. By the time I finished the last touches of make-up, Juan was no longer male. He, more accurately she, was now an extraordinarily beautiful girl.

I let Juan pick out the clothes he wanted to wear. Black tights, black and gold briefs, punk tee-shirt, skirt, and shoes. I stood back and watched Juan dress. He grinned happily. It was hardly the reaction I anticipated but one that was strangely satisfying to me. With each new piece of clothing, he surveyed the result in the full-length mirror. I was amazed at the transformation. Twelve-year-old boy had become ten or eleven-year-old girl and was every bit as alluring as the original model.

I remembered the tape at the last minute. "There's one more thing," I said.

"What are you going to do with the tape?"

"What if junior decides to stick out at the wrong time?"

"Oh!" Juan giggled. "Yeah I guess that could be kind of embarrassing. Only he's hard now and he's pretty much hidden under my dress," Juan observed.

"We're not taking the risk. Drop your panties and lift up the skirt so I can see the equipment," I said crudely.

Juan complied and I moved closer. His penis was inflexible. It was incredibly stiff, much harder than he had been earlier in the morning. His sex organ had flushed and reddened, tiny blue veins bulged, and his glans was swollen under the foreskin. I was fascinated as to the source of what was visibly an intense arousal for him. That dressing up in a girl's clothing stimulated the boy to this degree was so remote that I did not consider the possibility.

I walked into the bathroom, wet a washcloth with cold water, and returned to the bedroom. Juan's erection had not abated. After several minutes of cold compresses, the stiff little penis began to wilt. As soon as the pressure eased enough, I looped the tape twice around the end of a small softening penis and relocated it underneath. Positioned into the soft scrotum, with one small testicle on either side, Juan's penis reached back to the beginning of his crack. I secured the tape on the insides of his cheeks and inspected the anatomical modification. It was crude but highly effective.

I lifted the satin-smooth briefs and tights up from his knees and smiled. Between the legs, Juan could easily pass for Cassie, even in a bikini swimsuit. He was no longer a boy.

"Okay," I laughed, "it looks like you're ready."

Juan smirked as he studied the reflection of a very different person in the mirror. "Awesome! Hey Matt, I really do look like a girl," he breathed out in admiration.

I acknowledged his appreciation with a big smile as I began to pack my bags. I was more than pleased with the end result, though not solely because of the outward effect of my accomplishment. I sensed that I had pleased Juan in a way that neither of us really understood.

"If you want to take any of your stuff with you, you better put it this," I said. I passed him a nylon bag that had contained fifty copies of my paper. Under normal circumstances, I would have used it to store copies of other papers that I picked up at the conference.

"Take out whatever you want from your gym bag but leave the wet things out of this one. Maybe I can find you a plastic bag for anything you really want to keep. We'll ditch the bag and your other clothes in the trash on the way out of here."

Juan nodded and darted into the bathroom. I grinned as I watched the lean body, still awkward in a skirt, tights, and sandals, but looking very much the part of a pre-teen girl. I silently prayed that my plan would work.

Five minutes later we left the room. After a brief scramble under the bed I found the K-Y, the box of condoms, and a missing shoe. I hurried Juan out and closed the door after me. On the way to the elevator, I placed the shopping bag in the trash chute. It bulged considerably and was already damp from Juan's wet clothes. Even the various wrappings from the new clothes went into the trash. Other than a few dirty smears on the sheets there was no sign of what had transpired in Room 635.

"Okay, Juan. I want you to listen closely." I said breathlessly. My heart was pounding and I clenched my hand tightly around the handle of my bag to stop it from trembling. "When we get out, stay close. I want you to stay next to me. I have to check out first. While I'm doing that I want you to keep back about twenty feet [6 m] from the desk, don't look at the desk clerk. Just kind of amble around looking bored."

Juan nodded nervously, shuffling his feet, grasping his new bag tightly.

"Jesus, I can't keep calling you Juan, can I?" I muttered. I was as nervous as my young companion. "Just remember from now on, you're a girl. You have to act like a girl but don't overdo it. What on earth will I call you?"

"How about Cassie? That way you won't forget my name," Juan suggested after a moment's thought.

"Uh? Hmmm…" I equivocated guiltily. Naming Juan after my step-daughter seemed very wrong and yet it was also appropriate. "No! Not Cassie… Casey! From now on you're Casey!"

"Casey?" Juan said carefully as he tried the name on. "Yeah! I like it! Casey what?"

"Casey Burton, you dick-head!" I laughed. "Okay, here we go," I added as the elevator came to a stop and the doors began to open.

The End (of part one)