Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 12:41:56 -0500
From: Bill Adams <lilb2k@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding Summer Chpt. VI & VII

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Finding Summer - by lilb2k (Adult-Youth).
Copyright 2002 by liltales

Finding Summer
An Original Series by LilBill

Chapter VI
A New Day



Bruce woke us both when he entered the penthouse. He carried
in two large parcels and set them down at the foot of the
bed. The summer winds poured into the room with the warming
sunlight.

"Good morning Sirs," he smiled. "Glad to see that everything
worked out right last night."

"Hey Bruce!" Jack beamed as he sprang out of bed and headed
into the bathroom to relieve the night's bladder. He didn't
care at all that he was naked. It was amusing.

"I trust that the clothes have arrived?" I glanced over at
the parcels on the floor.

"Ye Sir. They were delivered to my room last night." He
threw me my robe.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Jack elected to leave
his robe on the bed.

"Well," Bruce began, shaking his head at the innocent
arrogance of my prince, "We will be heading up to Playa del
Mar for a little sight seeing, perhaps a swim of sorts.
Then, off to the Mayan Ruins."

"Cool!" Jack spun in a barstool.

"Sounds like fun," I patted him on the head as I walked by.

The three of us ate breakfast on the balcony and took turns
telling jokes. It was a delight to see Jack and Bruce
enjoying each other's company. We got dressed and headed out
for the day's journey. Bruce had arranged for a limo to pick
us up at the hotel and drive us to a popular tourist
attraction some fifteen miles away where, for a price,
tourists could swim with dolphins. I was electrified as I
watched Jack's pure excitement. He glided through the ocean
waters with the majestic creatures and I couldn't help nut
feel the pride and joy of a parent. I wanted to show him
everything life had to offer. My heart soared.

We left the dolphins, much to Jack's dismay, and headed to
the Mayan ruins. As it turned out, for the right price, you
could have the site temporarily closed down to tourists. The
three of us explored the stone temples without any
interruptions. We entered a large room in the main temple
and found an old alter surrounded by unlit torches. Bruce
was kind enough to light them and we stood in awe as the
room filled with flickering light.

"It's kinda spooky eh?" I put my hand on Jack's shoulder.

"I dunno," he smiled, "kinda gets me horny."

He gave me a wink and turned back to study the surroundings.

"Well then," Bruce pretended to clear his throat, "I think
I'll check out the courtyard"

He smiled and made a hasty retreat to the outside.

"What did you have in mind?" I bent over and kissed the back
of his sweet neck.

"Oh I dunno," he was trying to be coy, "I was kinda hopin'
that you would take this opportunity.us being alone as it
were.and," he turned around and grabbed my growing cock,
"fuck the living shit out of me!"

I attacked his mouth with my own as we fumbled towards what
we would find out later was actually a table where food was
prepared centuries before. I lifted his naked body onto the
slab and dove between his sweat slicked thighs. I feasted on
his stiff prick and caressed his hole with my fingers. He
moaned and held onto my head as I sucked him deep into my
wet mouth. He broke my hold and got on all fours so I could
eat his hot ass. He ground into me as my tongue invaded his
body.

"Enough already!" he shouted, "it's wet already. Fuck me!
Fuck me hard!"

This was not lovemaking this was fucking. I climbed atop the
stone table with him and laid out some of our clothes so as
not to get cut up by the rough slab. There was no slow going
today. I aimed for his hungry hole and rammed my cock
inside. He grunted and moaned as I violently fucked his
tender boy ass. He slammed back against me and I could tell
that he was in another world. Sweat was pouring from my
forehead as I plowed his wet hole. I turned him over so that
I could see his face. I wanted to see my lover's sweet pain.
He wrapped his legs around my back as he pumped on his own
throbbing cock. He reached up and grabbed my nipples. The
pain was intense and it sent waves of pleasure through my
body. We broke and he pushed me down onto the stone. He
climbed on top of me, positioned his ass over my cock and
impaled himself on me. He bounced on my cock and continued
to beat his swollen boy meat.

"Oh god!" he screamed as he sprayed my chest with at least
three separate streams of boy juice. I had never seen him
cum that much before. It pushed me over the edge and I
filled him with my load. He collapsed onto me and we both
struggled to catch our breath. We were covered with sweat
and cum. I could feel his heart beating wildly through his
chest. We lay there in each other's arms, bathing in the
glow of the torches.

"That was intense," he gasped, "I mean.fucking intense!"

"That was unreal," was all I could manage to utter.

"That actually looked like it must have hurt like hell,"
Bruce surprised us both, "sorry to interrupt fellas, but
we're gonna have company real soon!"

We scrambled to get dressed as we heard a family of tourists
approaching. We hurried out the other side of the temple and
down the long path to the edge of the Ruins. When we were
out of sight, we all broke into hysterical laughter. We made
our way back to the limo and collapsed inside.

As we drove back towards Cancun, Jack questioned Bruce about
his own life. I could tell that Jack really liked Bruce and
that he wanted to befriend him. Bruce warmed to Jack as
well. He told of his days in the Marines, and of his time
working in the field of Kidnap and Rescue, which led him to
the story of his daughter.

"So if I ever got kidnapped," he said in a kind of kiddish
searching tone, "would you both come for me?"

We both glanced at each other then in unison cracked, "No!"

We all fell into laughter again as Bruce and I took turns at
poking at Jack. This was fun. This was the different world
that existed because my lover was still young. In the
society world of power players and debutants, this sort of
thing would never happen.

Our entrance back into the city led us through the rather
seedy parts of downtown. It was night time by now and we
were catching a glimpse of the `other side' of this
manufactured tourist town. Homeless lined the back alleys
and prostitutes drifted in and out of the shadows. As we
turned a corner we noticed a pair of men lording over four
young boys.

"Are they drug dealers?" Jack asked staring out the window.

"I don't know honey," I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Probably not," Bruce spoke up, "they're most likely
prostitutes."

"But they look like they're my age," he was shocked.

"Well Jack," Bruce took a closer look out the window, "this
happens all over the world. It happens at home to, just not
so out in the open. Here, they're kept out of sight from the
tourists but that's about as far as it goes."

"I had no idea," he looked so sad tat it broke my heart.

"Most people don't," I squeezed his shoulder.

"Stop!" Jack shouted.

"What!?!" I was startled.

"That one's not Mexican! He's white." Jack was pointing at a
figure standing behind the rest.

"Bruce?" I pulled Jack back from the window.

Bruce got out and approached the two men. After a few
minutes he returned. He motioned for the driver to leave and
we sped back towards the hotel.

"Well?" Jack was nervous, "what happened?"

Bruce told us what he had learned. The boy was in fact an
American. He was only eleven years old and had been in
Mexico for about two months. His father had owed the two
men's boss about 200k. He had been in Mexico City gambling
and had drug his boy along with him as he had done for most
of the poor child's life. He had been in debt with the men
before, but never this deep. When he had owed money before,
he had stayed in the country until he could arrange for
money to be sent down. This time, however, he had run. He
had left his son in Mexico City and fled for the States.
When they caught him, they killed him. His son was sent to
Cancun to serve the American and European tourist who
preferred white boys. It wasn't the first time he had been
prostituted to pay his father's debts. He had been used for
the wealthy tourists because he was white and educated. He
had no other family so there would be no one to come looking
for him.

"Well," Bruce continued, "at least he's not used for the
rough trade that the other boys see."

"Hardly a comforting thought Bruce," I was more concerned
about Jack's sadness.

"I know," Bruce spoke with a compassionate tone to his
voice.

"I wish we could help him," Jack looked at me, "I would like
to at least talk to him, you know, he must feel so alone
here."

"Well," Bruce smiled, "I have arranged for him to be brought
to the penthouse in an hour."

"No way!" Jack lit up, "how?"

"Money," I looked at Jack plainly, "it always about money."




Finding Summer
An Original Series by LilBill

Chapter VII
Making Things Right





Jack could barely be contained as we waited for the boy's
arrival. I tried to prepare him for what the child might be
like. But the truth was that I didn't really know what to
expect. A boy who had that kind of life would not be like
Jack. I was somewhat apprehensive about the situation.

"Now Jack," I began to lecture, "I don't want you to be
surprised by this boy."

"What do you mean?" he looked puzzled.

"What's been done in his life is horrible. He probably won't
understand our relationship at all. I mean. who knows what
all he's seen and been made to do." I feared the worse.

"I don't think it's going to be as bad as you think," he
said, "I mean. I guess it could be, but I don't think it
will be."

I loved him for his optimism, "Well, you may be right. But
we need to be cautious nonetheless."

"Ok," he agreed.

A call came from the sitting room. It was Bruce.

"They are here," he moved towards Jack, "I think that it
would be best if you weren't in sight Jack."

"Ok," Jack went into the guest bedroom and partly shut the
door.

The boy was led into the penthouse by the two men from the
alleyway. He was well dressed and groomed.

"So.," one of the men spoke, "You like?" He was a disgusting
man with a cheap suit and greased hair.

"Yes," Bruce spoke for me, "He'll be just fine."
I said nothing, nodded my head to Bruce and turned to make
my exit to the balcony. My stomach was doing flips as Bruce
negotiated the deal. I was sickened by their presence. I
couldn't believe that men could do this to this boy. He was
shorter than Jack. He had auburn hair and brown eyes, which
I could imagine, made him a hot property with the tourists.
He had a medium build and tanned skin. He was a beautiful
child. I could hear the men describing him to Bruce like a
piece of cattle.

"He's good, believe me," the man laughed, "he's small down
there, if you know what I mean, but he'll take care of your
friend just fine.don't you worry. You want to see? Go on
boy, show him."

The boy pulled down the front of his pants before Bruce
could say anything. The boy looked humiliated as the man
grabbed his pants and yanked them down to his knees. The
boy's penis, no more than an inch and a half long, rested
atop his small sac.

"That won't be necessary," Bruce scolded, "You can pull them
up son."

The boy followed Bruce's command and pulled his pants up.

Bruce led the men to the door, finished the deal, and closed
the door. I re-entered the room and instructed Bruce to get
the boy a glass of water.

"What's your name son," I tried to sound as non-threatening
as possible.

"Andrew, sir" his voice had not yet begun to change.

"Are you hungry Andrew?" Bruce asked.

"No sir," he remained still.

"You don't need to be frightened Andrew," Jack came out of
the guest bedroom, "Nobody here is going to hurt you."

"I don't understand," Andrew said, looking more confused by
the second, "What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing," Jack said reassuringly, "We just want you to have
a safe night with people who won't treat you badly."

"I'm confused," Andrew said again, "Who am I supposed to be
with first?"

"You don't have to be with anyone, Andrew," I spoke up, "You
are not here to be used for sex. You are here with us
tonight so you don't have to be on the streets or in
someone's bed."

"Really?"  he was so precious.
"Really!" Jack smiled, "Are you hungry, do you wanna watch
TV, how `bout a dip in the hot tub?"

"Relax Jack," I smiled putting my hand on his shoulder,
"Perhaps we might start with introductions."

"Sorry," he smiled, "My name is Jack. That's Bruce, he takes
care of everything for us. And this is Carl, my boyfriend."
He smiled at me.

"Your what?" he looked shocked.

"I'm his lover," I put it in more adult terms.

"I'll explain later," Jack said as he took Andrew's hand and
led him to the bedroom, "for now, how `bout a swim?"

"Ok," Andrew smiled as he followed.

They disappeared into the bedroom. I enjoyed watching Jack
be a child. I knew that he loved being with me, but I could
tell that he had a longing to spend time with other
children. Jack gave Andrew a swimsuit to wear and showed him
the bathroom. Jack began to undress in front of him. Andrew
didn't move, instead he watched Jack strip.

"You have a great body," he noted.

"Thanks," Jack smiled, standing in front of Andrew. Jack
paused to let the boy inspect him thoroughly.

"I wish mine were that big," he stared at Jack's plump boy
dick. "Mine's pretty small."

"I'm sure it's great," Jack smiled.

Andrew removed his clothes and stood naked before Jack,
awaiting his inspection. Jack took in the fullness of the
young boy. His penis was small, only a little over two
inches in flaccid length.

"I think you look awesome Andrew," Jack smiled, "You've
nothing to worry about."

"Really," he brightened, "thanks!"

"You know," Jack smirked, "We don't really ever wear suits
in the hot tub. So it's up to you if you wanna."

"Doesn't matter to me Jack," he smiled.

Both boys walked out of the bedroom and made their way to
the hot tub on the balcony. As their nude forms passed,
Bruce and I had to do a double take.  Jack smiled as he and
Andrew streaked by. I wondered what my young lover was up
to. They both climbed into the hot tub and Bruce and I
decided to leave them be.

"So what did you mean when you called Carl your boyfriend?"
Andrew looked puzzled.

"Just that," Jack began as he took up rest next to Andrew,
"he's my boyfriend."

"Like real boyfriend? Like sex kind of boyfriend?" He asked
earnestly.

"Yes," Jack smiled, "we have sex."

"Does he pay you, or do you belong to somebody else?" He
asked honestly.

"Of course he doesn't pay me!" Jack laughed and Andrew
lowered his gaze a bit. "I'm so sorry," Jack realized the
unintended insult, "I didn't mean it like it sounded."

"It's ok," Andrew said sadly.

"Carl loves me, and I love him. We have sex, but only
because we love each other." Jack smiled compassionately.

"The men I have to have sex with couldn't give a shit about
me. They just usually make me suck their dicks until they
cum on me. Some just want me to hug them while they jack
off. One guy just wanted to give me a bath while he had a
whore suck him off."

"I'm sorry that you have had to go through that. It must be
awful," Jack's eyes began to water.

"I usually don't mind too much. I mean, I've got nowhere
else to go. My father was all the family I had and he's
dead, so here I am. I shouldn't complain though. The other
boys have to fuck the cheap guys. They get done up the ass
all the time and sometimes they get beaten."

"I can't believe that the Police let this stuff go on," Jack
was brilliant in so many ways, but here he should his
naivet‚.

"Why would they stop `em?" Andrew laughed, "Half of them get
paid off while the other half are customers!"

"Jeeze," Jack cringed.

"It feels kinda weird being here," Andrew looked around.

"Have you never been in a hotel like this before?" Jack
missed the point.
"Yeah," Andrew continued to survey the area, "but that's not
what's weird."

"What's weird then?" Jack asked.

"Well I just keep waiting for you to make me suck your dick
or something," he smiled.

"I wouldn't make you do anything," Jack looked deep into
Andrew's eyes, "You are our guest here tonight. You don't
have to do anything you don't wanna do."

"That's what's weird too," He smiled.

"What?" Jack sat up.

"Well, I know this is gonna sound weird but." He sat up, "I
actually do wanna have sex with you."

"Huh?" Jack looked stunned.

"You're being so nice to me that I figured it was the only
way that I could repay you," he was sincere.

"You don't have to repay us for anything," Jack said
reassuringly, "And besides, you don't sleep with someone
because you owe them, you do it because you both want to
feel good and loved."

"I've never done it like that before Jack," he looked lost,
"I wouldn't know how"

"Haven't you ever had it feel good before?" Jack asked.

"No," Andrew looked at Jack, "It's never about what I feel.
It's always about them using my body to get off. I've never
even cum before."

"I'm so sorry," Jack put his hand on Andrew's face, "I had
no idea."

"It's ok," Andrew smiled.

"No," Jack looked sternly, "No it's not."

Bruce and I watched from our vantage at the breakfast bar as
Jack led Andrew from the hot tub, back into the bedroom and
closed he door.

"What do you think that's about?" Bruce asked.

"I dunno," I replied.


Jack walked Andrew to the bed and laid him down gently on
the cool sheets. His body naked and wet, Andrew lay still as
Jack knelt between his open legs.

"I want you to just relax,' Jack said softly, "It's your
turn to feel good. This is all about you."

"Ok," Andrew said trustingly, "I don't know what to do."

"You can do what ever you want. You can touch me anywhere
you like, I will do anything for you that you want."

"Anything?" he asked.

"Anything," Jack smiled as he noticed the young boy's penis
stiffening beneath him, "Would you like me to suck it?"

Andrew merely nodded and Jack lowered his mouth onto he
boy's straining prick. Andrew let out a light moan as Jack
began to work his cock slowly. Jack massaged the boy's meat
with his tongue as he sucked. Andrew began to thrust his
hips upwards to meet Jack's mouth as the sucking
intensified. Jack opened his mouth wider and took in the
boy's balls as well. Having his entire boyhood loved was a
new world for Andrew. The men who had had his prick in their
mouths had only done so for their own pleasure; He rarely
even became erect as they teethed his tender penis. In fact,
most of the time it had hurt so bad that Andrew had to focus
all his energy just not to cry out. But his time it was
different. There slurping sound as Jack pulled his head up,
releasing Andrew's swollen member.

"How's that so far?" he asked.

"Good," Andrew smiled.

"Have you ever had your asshole eaten?" Jack asked.

Andrew shook his head from side to side while giving a look
of mixed confusion and disgust.

"I know it kinda sounds gross," he smiled, "but it's
awesome!"

Andrew shook his head in affirmation and Jack descended
between the boy's open legs. His boy hole was tiny and pink.
Jack licked a finger and gently rubbed it around the edge of
Andrew's opening. He shuttered as Jack's tongue brushed the
tight wrinkled skin. His legs tensed around Jack's body,
pressing inwards as Jack kissed his hole. Jack stretched the
boy's ass gently allowing him to open ever so slightly. Jack
saw the pink inner flesh of his ass and proceeded to flick
his tongue inside just as I had done to his own ass. Andrew
reeled from the new sensation. He had never experienced
anything like this before. His breathing became heavy as
Jack worked a finger inside. Andrew moaned, deeper this
time, as he tightened his muscles around my lover's finger.
Jack began to work the finger in and out in an intoxicating
rhythm. As he fucked the young boy with his hand, he gently
kissed the inside of his thighs. Kisses turned into sucking
as Jack took in the flavor of this boy's skin. Jack rubbed
his own meat into the bed as he made love to the boy with
his finger and mouth. Jack took Andrew's cock into his mouth
again as he worked two fingers into the invaded hole. Andrew
rubbed his own fingers through Jack's hair as my lover
feasted on his little prick. Jack released his mouth's
embrace as he felt Andrew's muscles begin to tighten. He was
not ready to make the young boy cum.

"How does it feel?" Jack asked as he kissed Andrew's thigh
again.

"I don't know how to explain it," he exhaled.

"Would you like me to make you cum," he smiled, "or is there
something else you would like first?"

"Well.," Andrew looked, longingly, "there is one thing that
I would like very much. But you don't have to do it."

"I told you," Jack wiped the sweat from his own brow
spilling drops on the boy's stomach, "anything you want, you
get"

"Then," he began, preparing for rejection, "could I kiss
you?"

"Of course," Jack smiled and moved over Andrew so that their
mouths were equal.

Jack's plump boy cock rested on top of Andrew's own
throbbing prick. Jack lowered his mouth to meet Andrew's and
their lips touched. Jack began to kiss the boys slowly.
Andrew's lips parted allowing Jack's searching tongue to
find its match. Their tongues danced inside each other's
mouths as Jack massaged Andrew's cock with his own. Andrew
wrapped his arms around Jack as the two made love. He ran
his hands down Jack's back and onto his sweet butt. Jack
broke their mouth's embrace and kissed the boy's neck. He
traced his neck line down to his chest, and then worked the
boy's hardened nipples. Andrew's legs had opened wide to
allow Jack to kneel between them. As Jack moved back and
forth from Andrew's nipples to his neck, the tip of his
prick brushed against Andrew's wet hole. Each poke led to a
moan from the boy.

"Jack," he broke the fluidity.

"What honey?" Jack had assumed my role.

"Would you stick it inside of me?" he was in ecstasy.

"It might hurt," Jack warned.

"I know," he replied, "just go slow."
Jack spit into his own hand and greased his stiff meat. He
rubbed the head against Andrew's prone hole and then pierced
the boy. Andrew let out a wincing groan as Jack got his cock
head inside. Jack waited for the boy to adjust to the
invading prick and loosen his grip. After a moment Jack
pressed in further, just as I had done with him, and buried
his chubby dick in Andrew's hot ass.

"Are you ok?" Jack asked.

"Yes," Andrew answered, "it hurt at first. But now it feels
so good!"

"Good," Jack smiled, "we'll start out slow."

Jack began to fuck the boy in a slow, gentle rhythm. Andrew
wrapped his legs around Jack's hips as the boys moved
together. Jack leaned forward as he pumped in an out of
Andrew's stretched asshole. He bent down and their mouths
locked again as the strokes intensified. After a few minutes
of slow fucking, Jack straightened back up and pulled his
cock out as he directed Andrew to roll over onto his
stomach. Jack lay on top of him and drove his prick deep
inside the boy again. Andrew moaned loudly as Jack thrust in
and out of his abused hole. Jack could feel his own orgasm
rising and pulled Andrew up onto all fours. He slammed into
his ass as Andrew screamed for more.

"Faster Jack!" he groaned, "Oh my god Jack, do it faster!"

Jack fucked into him with a wild fury, his balls slamming
into Andrew's ass.

"I'm gonna cum Andrew!" Jack warned, "How do you want me to
cum?"

"Inside of me Jack," he begged, "do it inside of me!"

Jack released his full load deep inside of the boy's hungry
ass. He pulled Andrew upward so that the boy's back pressed
against his chest. As he continued to shoot streams of hot
juice into him, he reached around and pounded Andrew's
aching meat. Andrew began to shake violently as his body
gave way to orgasm. Both boys reeled in their pleasure as
Jack continued to pump into Andrew as he stroked his cock.
When they came down from their high, they collapsed in each
other's arms. They kissed for a moment as Jack squeezed
Andrew's nipples. Jack watched as Andrew's cock continued to
jerk. He noticed a tiny drop of clear semen hanging from the
reddened tip. He caught it with his fingertip and brought it
to his mouth. Both boys tasted the juice and then kissed
again.

"Oh my god!" Andrew let out a deep exhale, " I had no idea
it could ever feel that good!"

Jack just smiled as he massaged the boy's chest and stomach.
Out of nowhere, Andrew began to cry.

"What's wrong!" Jack stopped his movements and sat up over
the boy.

"I've never had anyone care about me before," he managed
through the tears, "I don't know what to say to you now. I
don't know what to do"

"What do you mean?" Jack would do anything to calm this
young boy.

"Usually I get left alone to clean up the mess. I've never
known anything else. I'm sorry, I don't mean to upset you,
you've been so nice to me." He was getting hysterical.

"I'm not upset," Jack pulled Andrew close to him and held
him like a father would his child, "It's ok, it'll be
alright."

Andrew continued to cry as Jack held him tightly. Jack
understood that this had possibly been too much real love
for the boy to handle. He had been abused and cast aside his
whole life. This was unfamiliar territory for him.

Several minutes passed with the now quieting Andrew lying
tightly in Jack's loving arms. Jack ran his fingers through
the young boy's hair as he rocked him in his arms. Andrew,
now composed, broke the silence.

"I'm sorry that I did that," He sounded embarrassed.

`It's ok Andrew," Jack released his hold allowing the boy to
turn and face him, "I should have known that it would be
weird for you.

"It was wonderful Jack," he smiled, "I just all the sudden
felt really sad."

"Why?" Jack knew the answer already.

"Because I know now what it feels like to have somebody
actually care about you," he smiled affectionately at Jack,
"and what it feels like to know that I will have to leave in
the morning and probably never feel that way again."

"I'm sorry," Jack's eyes began to water, "I guess this is
one of those times when it's better not to know."

"No Jack," Andrew smiled, "I'm glad I know. I will remember
this night forever. Now I can have something good in my life
to think about."

"I wish you could come with us," Jack said as he held onto
Andrew.

"I know," Andrew smiled, "Let's not talk about it anymore"

The boys drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I went
in to check on them a few times before the morning.