Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2009 10:49:17 -0500
From: George Gauthier <georgegauthier@verizonmail.com>
Subject: Kevin

			Kevin
			Mer-Boy 4
			by George Gauthier

Author's Note: This is the fourth tale in the Mer-Boy series, each with a
different protagonist, so it is an independent story. You do not have to
read the other three first. It is a tale of a charming and submissive young
man's exploration of the darker side of his own sexuality. It is set eight
decades in the future where STDs are completely under control, nudity
taboos are almost absent from social life, and medical advances have
extended the human life span to several centuries. The USA is also fully on
the metric system.

It contains graphic descriptions of the male human body, of sexual activity
between adult males, the youngest of whom is seventeen years old, and
features moderate bondage and discipline. If any of this would offend a
reader, read no further. This is not intended for persons younger than an
age where they may freely and legally select their reading matter in
whatever jurisdiction applies.

This is fiction, not reportage. None of the characters is intended to
resemble any person living or dead.

Readers who like these stories might want to try my 'Daphne Boy' historical
tales or 'Naked Prey' series, both in the Gay/Historical section of the
archive. I also recommend my spoof of Hollywood in the 'Jungle Boy' tales,
posted in the Gay/Authoritarian section of the archive. Also, please try my
futuristic 'Track and Field' stories in College. For links to my stories,
look on the list of Prolific Authors on the Archive.

Comments and feedback welcome.

				Chapter 1. Sarasota, Florida

The runner trotted the last stretch of forested trail leading to the bank a
lazy river. He slowed to a walk, the sweat dripping off his slender nude
physique. Like many in his generation Kevin was casual about public nudity,
whether swimming in the river or at the beach, running along the jogging
trails, or walking through the woods. That was just the way that athletes
trained and competed these days, in the nude, clad only in a sheen of
sweat, reviving the ideals of the ancient Olympics. Once over their initial
adolescent embarrassment, most youths were proud to display their trim taut
teenage bodies, to strut their stuff on the track or at the pool or the
beach.

Kevin was supremely unself-conscious about being naked in a public place
kilometers from home. With the exception of the Middle East, nudity taboos
had disappeared almost everywhere, even in America, the last holdout for
prudery in the developed countries. Different attitudes, generational
change, reform legislation, and court decisions essentially removed the
legal stigma to casual public nudity -- at least for males. The sight of
nude youths running and training in public parks and open spaces no longer
provoked raised eyebrows, though it often did provoke appreciative looks.

Besides, there was the oppressive heat. By the end of the twenty-first
century, a hundred years of global warming had made Florida's climate truly
tropical and public nudity for male athletes not only virtually universal
but eminently practical. As a Florida native Kevin Havelaar was adjusted to
the oppressive heat, to sweating profusely during his daily runs through
the parks or at the track on the campus of his high school. At least it was
a bit cooler in the earlier morning hours. Kevin was typically up with the
dawn for his training run and swim.

Barely past his seventeenth birthday, Kevin was a comely lad, quite short
for his age and slender. He had a fawn-like physique with a wiry
musculature, toned and taut from so much swimming and running. It was fair
to describe him as slender rather than skinny, an athlete with the slow
twitch musculature of a outstanding runner and swimmer.

From his tiny red nipples to a deeply indented navel, to narrow hips
framing a surprisingly ample manhood for one so slight in build, the boy
was real beauty. He carried so little body fat that his flat belly showed a
tracery of downward pointing veins just under the skin. The beat of his
heart was visible on the left side of his smooth chest. He was sleek and
smooth and deeply tanned, his wiry physique a vision of youthful male
pulchritude.

Athlete though he was, Kevin was not a typical jock. Much prettier than any
boy rightly ought to be he was blessed with delicate -- almost elvin --
features, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and large green eyes with a
blond thatch on top, now plastered to his head by his swim from the
shore. His smooth skin had the unbroken tan of one who was not shy about
spending a lot of time out of doors in the nude. Otherwise, his hide would
be a pasty white like his Dutch ancestors.

His skin was smooth without any trace of body hair, even at his arm pits
and at the fork of his legs. Like so many youths in that final decade of
the twenty-first century he had used a one-time depilatory which left him
permanently beardless and hairless all over. Kevin was proud that his trim
body completely clean and smooth and free of body hair. The way the shaft
of his manhood sprouted directly from his belly wall rather than from a
wiry thicket made him feel that much more naked and sexy. That was the look
young males favored: smooth, hairless, nude, and bronzed all over without
any tan lines. No fair using sun lamps either. You had to get your tan from
going around naked.

He stepped into the inviting water. The water was clear and the river had
firm sandy bottom. When he was up to his hips the boy slid into an easy
crawl, soon reaching the diving float that swung at anchor in the deeper
water in the middle of the river. He pulled himself aboard and started his
post run stretching routine to keep his muscles and tendons loose. It was
an eclectic set, some based on yoga, others on tai qi. His slim form
transitioned smoothly from one difficult pose after another, each held,
relaxed, then repeated a prescribed number of times.

For a runner Kevin was astonishingly limber. To stretch his hamstrings, he
stood on one leg and propped the heel of the other foot on a rail higher
than his waist, bending slowly forward to touch his nose to his shin. At
one point with both feet flat on the platform he bent forward to grasp his
ankles with his forearms along his calves. That posture put his head
pointed to the ground, rump and hips uppermost, his genitals and anal ring
visible between slender thighs. No tan lines marred the deep tan on his
trim physique; his skin was bronzed and smooth without any trace of body
hair. Anyone paddling by in a boat would have been enthralled by this
unintentionally lubricious display of the gracile and lissom physique of an
extraordinarily athletic youth, a display that must arouse the
concupiscence of any male who appreciates a lovely boy.

Kevin lay down for a brief rest before his morning swim. The boy looked
utterly alluring, utterly vulnerable, lying on the bare boards, eyes
closed, angelic features relaxed in light slumber. His small, nude,
hairless physique was trim and taut and tanned, a perfect exemplar of the
young male nude. He lay still, out there in the open, unconcerned that with
his legs spread apart he was totally exposed, even his well formed genitals
and the small hole just visible between his buttocks.

He liked these early morning sessions, an hour after dawn, giving him
enough time for a run and a swim before he was obliged to head over to
school. No point coming by in the afternoon, when the younger kids showed
up, splashing, getting in his way, and making entirely too much noise. What
is with all that screeching anyway. Had he been that way at their age? The
fact is that Kevin was a somewhat introverted and contemplative youngster
who like to curl up with a book and often preferred his own company, though
he made a big exception for his boyfriend, Derek. Best friends since first
grade, they had become lovers a year earlier.

This stretch of the river was kept clear of alligators by electronic and
robotic guardians. So Kevin did not have to fear being seized by one of the
fearsome predators and torn apart for his flesh. Just as well, a short,
slightly built boy like him would have had little chance against such a
river monster, especially in the water. Some grow to sixteen feet (5 m) and
can top a thousand pounds (450 kg). Little Kevin Havelaar, though fully
grown at seventeen was only 160 centimeters (5 foot three) and weighed just
under 50 kilos (108 lbs).

Shaking his long blond locks, Kevin dove back into the river. He swam back
and forth across the lagoon for the better part of an hour, relishing the
feel of the warm waters touching him everywhere, like a lover with a
hundred hands, exulting in the strength and power of his strokes, in his
mastery of the watery element in which he felt so much at home. In this
natural setting, his rhythmic movements and deep breathing induced a mild
euphoria. He let go of his problems and his mundane cares and lived in the
moment.

Kevin varied his strokes from the initial easy crawl to a slow inverted
breast stroke that let him watch the clouds as he glided atop the water. At
times he surface dived to swim underwater like a seal down to the rocky
bottom. Underwater everything was green and he couldn't see very well --
mostly murky shapes of fish or underwater plants. Still he felt like he was
a part of the watery realm, one of its native creatures, swimming as he did
entirely naked and with any equipment. At a pool he would have swum with
goggles, swim paddles on his hands, and shin fins for propulsion. At the
river he was as nature had made him, a nude teenage male.

Kevin was one of those kids who spent so much time in the water they were
called mer-boys or sea sprites. Friends joked that his ancestors a couple
of generations back must have included a mermaid or a selkie. Indeed he was
always in or by the water: at the shore, the lake, or the pool.  In between
swims, he stretched out on the strand or the lawn, reading and studying his
lessons. Then it was time for another swim. An accomplished athlete but not
a jock, Kevin was an intelligent lad who took a keen interest in his
studies.

After he splashed his way ashore Kevin took a walk around the park, a state
nature preserve, keeping to the footpaths, admiring the way the colors of
land and river and sky complemented each other. He watched and listened to
the birds and small creatures that inhabited this region seemingly
untouched by the hand of man. It felt primeval being alone in the tropical
vegetation, with the river at hand and beyond that the smell of the
sea. But for the occasional airplane overhead, he might have imagined
himself a shipwrecked sailor on a desert island lost in a green sea. The
hand of man had not altered this pristine landscape. True, Kevin was there,
but a slender nude human boy was hardly an intrusion of civilization, more
like a specimen of native fauna.

These days he hardly ever wore clothing. He considered nudity the default
status. Why bother with clothing when it was so hot and you were young and
pretty? It was only when his mom was home that Kevin bothered wearing
anything at all and even then only in the common areas. In his own room or
in the back yard by the pool he never wore clothing. At seventeen, legally
he was an adult and could do as he pleased. He did wrap a sarong around his
hips when he sat down for dinner.

Her husband was no help at all. Although he himself was content to dress in
lightweight clothing made of modern miracle fabrics that shed heat and
wicked sweat away from the body, he did not fault his son for his
preference for nudity. Kevin's dad rather liked the way young males these
days could get away from conventional fussiness and female inspired
standards of deportment, certainly far more than he had been able to just
twenty five years earlier. It had started with the sagger boys in the early
decades of the century who had changed notions of about how much of the
human body could be bared in public. So Kevin's father took vicarious
pleasure that his son could enjoy such freedom from convention. The boy was
the apple of his eye, always got good grades, never got into trouble, was
polite and only very occasionally rebellious, which was no more than his
birthright as a teenager.

As his dad saw it, if young guys were casual about lack of clothing, it
just a case of males finally taking back some of the public space after
centuries of supine efforts to please the distaff half of the
population. You didn't have to be a chauvinist to appreciate that males
have always gravitated to social spaces where they could mix freely among
themselves without conventional accouterments like clothing: at camp, in
the dorm, in the barracks, in the military, at sea, at the swimming hole,
the nudie beach, men's clubs, wherever they could get away from female
inspired rules of behavior.

No wonder so many like Kevin, considered nudity the default option these
days. If you didn't have a definite reason, why bother with clothing? Also
the oppressive heat from global warming went a long way to justifying
casual public nudity or the skimpiest and loosest of clothing for young
males.

Familiar as the sight of Kevin in the nude might be around the neigborhood,
the boy still turned heads every time he went by, his ass cheeks dimpling
fetchingly with his stride. No one could be indifferent to his stunning
looks, so totally on display. His smooth hairless skin only accented the
play of muscles as he ran along or played frisbee. Like so many athletes he
seemed utterly blase about his state of undress when stopped on the street
for chit chat. He was always welcome in the neighbor's back yards playing
volley ball or swimming in the nude or lying around. As far as he was
concerned being totally naked was his default state.

Of necessity there still was a double standard. Even with the security of
their web implants, females had to be so much more careful about casual
nudity, human nature being what it is. Girls were rightly cautious about
provoking potentially predatory young males. Still no matter what a
person's orientation, a sexy pretty boy like Kevin was a welcome sight on
the street except among the fuddy-duddies in the neighborhood.

Just that morning, his neighbors across the street, an older gay couple had
watched him set off on his morning training run and swim.

"There he goes again, that Havelaar boy." The grizzled man named Fred
observed. "Out for another training run in the nude. You almost never see
him wearing clothes these days, not for the last few years anyway."

His longtime companion Harry sitting on the screened porch next to him an
nodded. "Not like when we were his age, lucky SOB. There was a day when a
lad of seventeen jogging naked down a residential street would have been
hauled in by the police. How times have changed. And now that he has
reached the so-called age of majority, even his folks can't tell him to put
on a pair of pants.  Not that I am complaining, Fred. You should have seen
him playing volleyball the other day, lunging and jumping, setting up and
smashing balls, always in motion, butt cheeks flexing and dimpling, He is
the cutest boy anywhere in these parts. What taut buns!"

"Amen to that Harry. My intellect informs my that glutes are simply one of
our human adaptations for upright posture. My libido tells me they are all
part of courtship display. How can anyone look unmoved at the way those
cheeks twitch so provocatively as he walks about. Though I am a real fan of
his corrugated chest and belly. And just think; he is going to stay that
way for centuries, young and beautiful."

Fred was referring to life extension techniques based on gene tweaking of
the gametes before conception and birth. Kevin was a member of the first
generation to fully benefit from advances in the understanding of obscure
structures called telomeres in chromosomes, which induced the body to
maintain its physiological processes in a state of homeostasis. The gene
therapy also stopped the aging process in the late teens. Kevin would spend
the next three or four centuries never aging as a beardless and hairless
youth of seventeen, looking exactly as he did just then. He was also
protected against all forms of cancer. Gene tweaking resulted in a high
percentage of gay boys, almost one-third, all with very healthy sex drives
and many with exhibitionist tendencies.

Kevin certainly wasn't shy about displaying himself. He didn't take a bus
to his all boys school. Instead he treated the five kilometer distance as a
training run, a wake up exercise that got his blood circulating and not so
incidentally showed his fine body off to everyone along the way. It was not
like he had to carry anything back and forth. He would arrive at school
then duck under an outdoor shower head briefly to wash the sweat off,
before walking to his locker in the hallway to slip on a sarong before
class. Sarongs were virtually a uniform for male teenagers these days.

Like so many of his contemporaries Kevin had learned to appreciate the
utility and beauty of the sarong. It came in a near infinite variety of
patterns and colors, cost almost nothing, could be donned or doffed in an
instant, flattered the slender male physique, especially the rump. Unlike a
skirt it draped close to the slender limbs of its male wearers, which is
why the original meaning of the word was sheath. A sarong could easily be
put into service as a ground cloth too. Just strip it off and lie upon on
it.

Also a sarong was the ultimate in comfort, non-binding and lightweight;
some came in a sturdy tan-through fabric. You never had to worry about
getting caught in the rain either. The warm rains of Florida just drained
off the treated fabric. The ultimate in wash and wear.  If you really had
to put clothes on, you could do a lot worse than a sarong.

			Chapter 2. Derek

"Hi, Kev, oops, I mean, Salut, mon vieux."

Kevin smiled, returning his friend Derek's greeting with "Tchao", the
French version of the Italian salutation.

The use of English was banned during their class in conversational
French. Derek joined his fellow students in the shade of the big live oak
tree. Classes were often held outdoors. at least those that did not require
texts or audio-visual equipment.

Derek saw that Kevin had stripped off his sarong and was entirely bare or
'ˆ poil', French for in his birthday suit. The only thing Kevin was
wearing was a sheen of sweat. He positively glowed with good health and sex
appeal. For the sake of solidarity with his boyfriend, Derek slipped off
his shorts and sat his bare ass on Kevin's sarong which was spread out for
a ground cloth. Kevin had his legs stretched out and ankles crossed,
supporting himself on arms locked behind and to the side. The pose was
practical to prop up his torso, but it also showed off his muscled legs and
the deltoids at his shoulders. The posture highlighted the well defined
cleavage between his firm pectorals with their tiny red nipples, and the
boy's sculpted eight-pack abs.

For his part, Derek was dark haired with startlingly blue eyes. He was
taller than Kevin by seven inches (18 cm), lean, and in good
shape. Masculinely handsome rather than boyishly pretty like Kevin, Derek
was nonetheless just as smooth and hairless as his lover. Both were each
other's first real lovers and were besotted with each other. Derek reached
out with one foot to rub his friend's leg affectionately. He waved an arm
in front of his face to disperse a small cloud of gnats. Fortunately the
gene tweaking before birth had made his skin produce a natural insect
repellent that kept biting and stinging insects from even landing on him, a
real blessing for nude sweaty boys.

The teacher sighed as his students settled down. These boys from the upper
middle class shared genetically engineered health and good looks. Just as
well. In the heat of late spring few bothered with anything above the waist
and little below, maybe lightweight silken shorts or a loincloth passed
between the legs. Many like the Havelaar boy and his friend were entirely
nude. Not that it was against the rules, not outdoors on school grounds,
but Henri Le Brun did raise an eyebrow to the shameless blond lad and his
posing. In response, the boy tucked his sex between his thighs making it
disappear. Then he smiled sweetly at the prof as if he were an innocent
sexless creature.

Still the boy was a diligent student if occasionally irreverent. Also Kevin
was very easy on the eyes. His beauty was almost enough to make a confirmed
ladies man like himself reconsider his options. It was hard to believe
anyone could be that good looking and even more amazing that the boy was
not stuck up about his good looks.  He was a really nice kid.

Derek was really slumming taking this particular class. He had picked up
enough French to get along in French when his father, an American diplomat,
was stationed in French speaking Africa. Still Kevin was his boyfriend and
they liked to take classes together. It also helped with their
homework. Two heads are better than one. They collaborated especially well
on research and writing projects.

After school the two friends walked the ten minutes over to Derek's house,
messaging Kevin's folks to let them know he planned to stay the night and
go directly to school in the morning. Responsible and level headed as they
were, the boys did not indulge themselves in fun and frolic as soon as they
walked through the door. True Derek's dad was at a week long conference in
Washington, but, as always, they were conscientious about getting their
homework out of the way first. Afterwards it was time for sex.

They pair set aside their normal social equality for the roles that gave
them the most pleasure: Derek, the dominant master, and Kevin, the humble
houri boy. Derek had fixed up a small portion of the finished basement
which he called his dungeon. It was just a corner of the downstairs
outfitted with resilient tile on the floor and with eyebolts set into the
beams and tie off points in the two walls. Holographic projectors created a
convincing 360 degree illusion of a castle dungeon with dank cut-stone
walls equipped with a illusory rack along one entirely illusory wall.

"On your hands and knees, my young captive!" the older youth ordered. "Head
down, rump up. Show me that boy hole of yours."

A sexual submissive, the smaller youth made no protest but dropped to the
floor, putting his head to the rubber tile, and reached back to spread his
ass cheeks, to display his hole. Derek ran his fingers over the smooth skin
of the boy's ass. His fingertips traced the cleavage and circled the entry
way.  Abruptly the bigger youth snapped handcuffs around Kevin's
wrists. The boy shivered, lightheaded from the surge of lust aroused by his
helplessness. Derek locked a collar around his neck then attached a short
chain from it to the handcuffs. That held the boy's shackled wrists up
between his shoulder blades, uncovering his rump entirely.  The boy moaned
as Derek fitted a spreader bar on his ankles rendering him truly
helpless. Kevin's mind slipped into the familiar role of captive and sex
slave. Now Derek could do with him what he liked.

"Now, slave boy, pooch open as you have been taught. Open that hole for
me."

Derek said that in a deliberately melodramatic tone, emphasizing his order
with a smart slap of his lover's rump. He had slipped entirely into the
role of captor and master.

Kevin shivered with anticipation, knowing how much Derek loved to play with
his hole, how much it got both of them excited. As ordered he squeezed his
anal muscles to open the whorl of muscle guarding the entrance. From
Derek's training and long practice, the boy had achieved conscious control
of the muscles of his anus. The hole dutifully opened up, yawning wide, a
dark hole in the center of the crevice formed by his ass cleavage. Derek's
mouth and tongue went to work, smooching the orifice, licking the
circumference, rimming the pink ring, thrusting in and out of the hole,
teasing the bottom boy, getting him worked up.

Derek reached between his lover's slender legs and toyed with Kevin's cock
and balls dangling there so vulnerably. Derek's fingers rolled the balls
back and forth in their sac. His thumb ran over the glans of the boy's
cock, already poking out of the foreskin, leaking pre-cum. Kevin moaned as
the thumb spread the pre-ejaculate over the entire head of his cock. Heat
flooded his belly as his cock became hard though still pointed down. Derek
worked it like a teat, milking the shaft. Meanwhile, with his other hand,
he inserted two fingers into the boy's hole and spread lubricant all around
and inside. As the hole opened wider, another finger followed, then
another.

"Now I control your body, little one, your limbs and your orifices. I will
determine what satisfactions you may achieve this evening, if any. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Derek -- I mean yes master. "the boy amended hurriedly. "I am your
slut boy, your boy toy, do with me as you will, master."

The corny dialogue aroused both of them as they played out their designated
roles.

Derek withdrew his fingers. Kevin wondered what toys Derek would use on him
this evening. There was a lot that a horny male could do with a teenage
butt hole and Derek know all the techniques. He had a full set of toys for
exploiting the sensual possibilities of a young anal submissive like
Kevin. Shackled as he was, Kevin didn't get a vote on the proceedings.

Kevin soon divined Derek's intentions as a stainless steel ball pressed at
his orifice, distending the anal ring more and more till the ball's equator
slipped passed the ring, and the ball lodged itself in Kevin's rectum. He
could feel the cord that connected it to the next ball. That was not long
in slipping inside to join the first. With the insertion of the third, the
anal beads started pressing against Kevin's prostate. Derek packed more and
more spheres into the boy's cavity, rubbing the belly to pack them
tighter. When the boy was absolutely stuffed, Derek started to pull them
out. One by one the shiny surface of a sphere pushed aside the asslips, its
progress halted temporarily when the sphere was halfway out, distending the
pink ring to its maximum. Just when Kevin felt the strain must tear him
apart, Derek gave a tug that made the anal bead slip out of the hole. And
so it went, one after another.

Kevin writhed in his bondage, thoroughly aroused by the play with the anal
beads. As Derek pulled the last one out, he replaced it with his truncheon
of a cock, slamming it all the way into the boy's hungry hole. Kevin let
out a yowl of surprise as the shaft slid into him. As Derek pumped away,
his slender body shuddered helplessly from hips to head, completely caught
up in the sea of sensation coursing through his body. Suddenly his orgasm
cut loose, his anal muscles clamping hard around the cock impaling
him. That set Derek off too, at the two youths came simultaneously. The
bigger youth collapsed onto his lover's small body, then rolled off to let
him breathe more easily.  After a while, Derek released his lover from
bondage and they spooned themselves together and fell asleep.

Since Kevin had slept over, both boys got up early. After a light breakfast
of juice, cottage cheese for Derek and yoghurt for Kevin and half an
English muffin, they took a brief shower. They knew they would be getting
sweaty but they did not want to offend anyone with the odor of sex on their
bodies. Then they went for a run and a swim, afterwards jogging over to
their school.

The following day was Saturday, so the boys carried their short boards down
to the beach for a day of surfing and swimming. Although they wore
abbreviated shorts for the walk, they quickly stripped those off. Both lads
like the kiss of the hot sun on their bare asses as they lay belly down on
the short squared off boards. You did not stand up on these boards but
stayed flat on them or maybe got up on all fours. That is why the board
leash was attached to a wrist rather than an ankle. It was like body
surfing only with a flotation device. The boys spent most of the morning
and a good part of the afternoon at the beach, sometimes horsing around
with their pals or having a bite to eat at the beach cafe.

"Does life get any better than this?" Kevin asked contentedly, his head
lying on Derek's abs.

"Well here we are Kev: healthy, in love, and enjoying ourselves both in
school and out. I heard that in the old days, high school kids had to
listen to boring lectures all the time. Nowadays, we can progress much
faster, cover more material, learn more in a school year, and have fun
doing it. With our implants we can connect to the web from anywhere to
read, study, drill, or practice. So the only reason to go to the school
grounds is for classes where you need to have other people for, like
languages, debate, drama, and so on. Or you need specialized equipment like
in the science labs and shops." Derek replied.

"And sports too." Kevin reminded him. Their school boasted both indoor and
outdoor pools, running track, ball fields, etc.

The changes in pedagogy were driven by technology. Thanks to their
implants, kids had no need of text books, computers, cell phones, etc. The
implants were semiorganic circuits implanted in the right side the skull
that connected them to the world wide web. Images, texts, graphics, even
maps or video were projected onto contact lenses permanently attached to
their corneas. Anywhere they went, they could borrow a smart pad which
functioned as virtual keypad and touch screen to do research, write, or
drill. The implants were for social communication as well. Software agents
monitored and routed message traffic, whether voice, text, imagery, video,
whatever. The implants were especially handy in emergencies. And of course,
with satellite based navigation, no one could get lost.

		Chapter 3. Clubbing

On Saturday evenings Derek and Kevin often went clubbing. Not that they
drank a lot, just enough to get in the mood. It was mostly about dancing,
meeting friends, and having fun. The young couple liked to show how well
they danced whether doing energetic fast dances or the slow romantic dances
that had recently become popular. In some of the clubs the dance floor was
clothing optional, so they would check their sarongs and give everyone a
good look at a very pretty gay couple having a good time. The press of
humanity kept the rooms hot, so all participants were soon dripping with
perspiration, their sweatiness reminiscent of how they would look during
sex. When they danced close, cheek to cheek, Derek licked the sweat from
the face of his beloved, sticking his tongue out to catch salty drops on
the tip Kevin's nose. They pulled their bodies close, arms roaming over
each other's slippery shoulders and backs and rumps, their faces lit up in
smiles.

The highlights from the spots and strobes overhead played over the healthy
bodies of the young nude dancers as they moved their bodies suggestively,
hips swaying or bellies pushing into each other. Kevin often danced himself
into a state of arousal. A wise man once said that romantic dancing is a
vertical expression of a horizontal intention. Nude and pretty as he was,
out on the dance floor lovely Kevin was sexiness incarnate, his sweaty
limbs moving erotically, his ball sac pulled tight to the fork of his legs
with his engorged cock jutting straight out from his body, its fleshy
purpled glans like an arrowhead at the end of the shaft, a droplet of fluid
glistening on its tip. It made a composition just bursting with youthful
male assertiveness. Kevin liked the way his hairless groin made his
genitals look larger, though they were a pretty fair size for someone with
his slight build. The boy shivered with the frisson of his own naughtiness.

The other dancers on the floor were delighted by the way the well lit
globes of Kevin's cute butt contrasted with the darkness of his deep
cleavage. The light beams glinted off the sparkles with which Kevin had
adorned himself and the sweat dripping down his face and body.

The lovers didn't mind if other guys cut in to dance with Derek or
Kevin. Both boys were very popular with their crowd. None of this
gentlemanly tapping on the shoulder, either. Correct etiquette for cutting
into a dance with a nude boy was to stroke his back down to his rump and
then squeeze his buttock as the signal for him to turn around and dance
with a new partner. The boys were very popular for sharing themselves so
willingly, at least on the dance floor. Their ready smiles and lithe bodies
made them favorites everywhere. Kevin especially welcomed his partners'
attentions to his delectable body. Fine by him if their hands wandered all
over him, touching him in naughty places.

More than once, Kevin got so excited that he climaxed unexpectedly when the
back of a hand or a thigh brushed his erection or the blade of a hand
delved into his cleavage, providing the final stimulus that pushed him over
the edge. Helpless in the throes of his passion, the boy's knees buckled as
Derek and other dancers held him up, his hips thrusting
convulsively. Moaning reflexively, Kevin's jutting cock sent the first shot
of splooge to splash on the floor a good body's length away.  Slumped in
the arms of those around him, eyes closed, face screwed up from the
sensations coursing through his small body, Kevin felt hands all over his
body as he discharged his vital bodily fluids in a display of lubricious
concupiscence. Sometimes other dances caught his ejaculate in their hands
and brought it up to his swollen cockhead, rubbing it into the sensitive
glans.

The other dancers were delighted at the naughty display by the randy lad,
crowding around him, caressing his tush, delving the blades of their hands
into his cleavage, one man boldly thrusting a thumb up the boy's hole to
tickle his prostate. Hands spread his legs apart for better access. Men ran
their fingers over the chevrons of his ribs or tweaked the stiff nubbins of
his nipples. Spent and tired, Kevin smiled weakly at the crowd, intensely
embarrassed by his latest involuntary public ejaculation, knowing video of
his indiscretion was surely already posted on the web. Would he ever live
this down even with his centuries before him?

Despite the embarrassment, as an oversexed teenager and cock proud boy,
Kevin was also gratified at such demonstrations of his virility. Not bad
for a bottom boy! Regaining his feet and pushing through the press of male
flesh, he would step out the back to use the outdoor shower on the path
leading to the beach and return refreshed and clean to the dance floor to
the plaudits of the crowd and the warm embrace of his lover Derek.

So one way or another, from school, the parks and beaches, their
neighborhoods, or the clubs they frequented, the lovely nude physiques of
the young couple Derek and Kevin were a familiar sight. Everyone could see
they were really in love with each other but the lads were not averse to
occasional extracurricular activity, with the understanding that it was
purely physical. Still some of the young men of the area hoped to make it a
steady threesome. Gosh those boys were so damn cute.

Many of the nightclubs were owned by Chinese, a reflection of the
mid-century influx of immigrants from China as rising seas drowned low
lying coastal areas. Florida was a favorite destination for the Chinese,
though some people said the clubs were controlled by gangsters, the "tongs"
or even the mysterious "Triad". That only added to the excitement though
not to the danger. Good managers anxious for repeat business, the owners
made sure their security forces kept the peace even among horny and
inebriated young man cavorting stark naked on the dance floor. And no,
there were no back rooms, not for sex anyway, though you could indulge your
penchant for gambling, all quite legally. Neither boy liked to gamble. It
was just throwing your money away, as far as they were concerned.

Came graduation from high school and the summer break. The lovers separated
temporarily. Derek went off on an archeological dig as a volunteer. Kevin
took a couple of courses in geology at the local college which were
prerequisites for more advanced work in his freshman year at Cartwright
College in Georgia. Meanwhile, Johnny Loh, the owner of one of the dance
clubs called the nude boy into his office right off the dance floor. Two of
his security men were in there with him. One of them led Kevin under the
overhead light. Loh motioned with his hand for Kevin to twirl himself
around, to let himself be examined from every angle, including his back and
bum.

"Yes, good moves and very sexy too. Kevin, I want to offer you a part time
gig in my club, as a gogo boy. You will make good money, I promise you."

"Well, what would I do, sir. I am no entertainer."

"Actually you are a very good dancer and very easy on the eyes, very
sexy. You will do fine as a gogo boy. I would expect you to do several sets
a night say twice a week. That won't interfere with your summer courses,
will it? Gogo boys start by dancing barefoot atop the bar, doing a slow
strip tease: tank top, stockings, shorts, and myabe a thong. Then, once the
boy is totally naked, he does some more steps before hopping down and
joining patrons on the dance floor, those with tickets. And no, we are not
selling actual sex services. I am not asking you to become a rent boy. Just
a lot of gyrating and suggestion and touching. Not much different than what
you have done before, really, on the dance floor, though you won't get to
pick and choose your partners when you are on the clock."

"Well, I could sure use money for college expenses next semester. And I am
an exhibitionist anyway, if the truth were known. I am certainly not body
shy. I have nothing everyone hasn't seen before and many of them touched as
well. Gosh. Does that make me sound like a boy slut?"

"No, just a teenager with a healthy sex drive. You are a natural for this
little one, preternaturally comely of face and form, uninhibited, and you
have a good sense of humor too. All the other clubs will be
envious. Understand now, many of the patrons will take pictures and video
of you especially when you are dancing with a hard on."

"I suppose that makes me kind of a porno boy. I just hope my mom doesn't
see any of those pictures. I don't have much a reputation left running
around the neighborhood bareass most of the time."

Mr. Loh smiled indulgently. This kid was a natural for the job. No way
pictures of the lad wouldn't get around. How could he expect otherwise. A
shameless boy who goes around in public stark naked cannot have any
expectations of privacy or modesty. Nice kid though. Always polite and
never gave any trouble. Actually, though he preferred the ladies, Loh
wouldn't mind giving this sexy lad a tumble. He had to be the prettiest
little thing he had seen in ages. That pert rump of his was to die for. How
nice that the obliging lad kept it on public display so much.

Loh made a mental note that the clothing the boy would strip off daily for
his strip tease should be as diaphanous and sheer as he could arrange. He
would have the boy backlit when he came out for his set to show every curve
of his luscious body. Then spotlights from the front would highlight his
dazzling body to the clientele. The cloth would be so lightweight that if
would flutter slowly to the floor as the boy removed and dropped each
item. Also flowers, the boy should have a flowers in his hair, maybe a
wreath on top or a single large blossom at this right ear. Fragrances
too. Every inch of the boy's smooth skin be covered with a fragrant oil
that would both make it shine and smell sweet. Imagine the highlights that
spotlights might create on the curves of the boy's jutting buttocks. Little
Kevin would be a sensation.

And so it proved to be. Everyone wanted to see the wanton boy do his slow
strip tease. Not that his "clothing" concealed very much. The tank top was
made of a sheer skin-tight stretch fabric cut off at the waist. Kevin would
wriggle his upper torso out of that letting the clientele admire his nicely
corrugated chest and belly. He leaned against a pole as he propped a leg up
at eye level to roll his knee length socks down to his ankles, pulling them
off over his bare feet. That left only a pair of skimpy shorts on his
narrow hips the front bulging out from his erection. He pulled those off
slowly, letting everyone see more and more of his cleavage till he turned
around, the waistband pulled as low as the root of his cock. With the
audience's encouragement, he dropped those abruptly to his ankles, letting
his cock slap back against his belly, posing there nude, sweaty, erect, and
utterly desirable.

Johnny Loh had seen many unadorned young male bodies, but nothing quite so
sexy as Kevin's taut little frame. Without an ounce of extra flesh he was
obviously healthy, athletic, and acrobatic. A fine dancer anyway, the lad
knew how to create suspense with his deliberately languid movements, brief
pauses, and sultry looks. He was a leaker too, with copious amounts of
precum oozing out of the slit at the end of his cock. Sometimes he would
sport a string of the sticky fluid dangling from the tip of his cock to
past his knees, much to the delight of the patrons. They put bets on how
long it would get as measured by the meter stick the barkeep kept behind
the bar. The boy was utterly uninhibited: nude, erect, dripping, his taut
hairless body exuded sex appeal and raw animal magnetism.

Kevin's acrobatic ability and flexibility were on display too. He would
stand on his hands or wrapped himself around a pole. He could put his
weight on his arms and extend his body parallel to the bar. Patrons' eyes
popped when he did a full balletic split on the bar, putting his cock and
balls down on the wood right in front of their drinks. Some men liked to
reached out and finger his package. Others touched an ice cube to his
genitals or his navel. That made the boy hiss or suck in his belly but did
not object to the minor torment nor even try to protect himself. He even
let a favored few patrons slip an ice cube into his hole, which made his
squirm and groan sexily till it melted away.

Then he joined patrons on the dance floor, entirely nude, making his body
available to their questing hands. Some danced with the boy just for the
fun of it. He looked so sexy doing his steps, twisting and whirling his
trim body. Others boldly took command of the boy, leading him across the
dance floor by his stiff prick, then dancing close. Some cupped and weighed
his genitals or stroked his cock. Others preferred to slow dance with him,
often in pairs, with the boy sandwiched between, swaying their bodies
together back and forth, flesh pressing on flesh. He liked feeling their
hard bodies pressing in on him front and back, their hands all over his
bare skin, totally exposed to their gaze and touch. He let patrons kiss
him, tongues dueling, letting them inhale the scent of healthy boy, fondle
the manhood he was so proud of, and squeeze and pet his rump. He liked to
have their questing hands roam all over him, from shoulders to back to
rump, from nipples to navel to smooth groin, tactile proof of their
admiration for his sexy physique. For the patrons, it was the next best
thing to hauling the boy off to bed for fun and frolic. As a result of his
brazenness and wanton display of his nude body, Kevin's tip jar filled to
overflowing.

One time though an insistent group of patrons trapped Kevin in a dark
corner, grabbed his slender limbs and threw the squirming boy belly down on
a table. Strong arms spread his limbs into an X, giving the men total
access to his orifices. With a man holding onto each arm, other men
controlling both of his legs, and with his neck trapped between the thighs
of yet another assailant, Poor Kevin could not get away. One man pressed an
auto-injector to his right buttock giving him a dose of a strong
aphrodisiac. Kevin's body shook with lust, his passions so aroused he
couldn't think to call for help via his implant, which would have been
useless anyway because of the disrupter one of the men had activated. These
guys had come prepared. They had long wanted more than to cop a feel of his
luscious body during a dance. This was their chance to fuck the lad
senseless.

It was an all out gang bang with at least thirty guys taking him at both
ends, many of them repeatedly. Even patrons not originally in on the game
threw in with them if only for the chance to teach the little cock tease a
lesson. He was just asking for it, wasn't he? Shake his booty like that all
the time at a crowd of red blooded males, would he?  Well there were
consequences for small, nude, smooth, and preternaturally pretty lads who
engaged in such recklessness surrounded by horny dudes who had reached the
limit of their patience.

So cock after cock plunged into his holes, driven by the hip muscles of his
assailants. The worst was that, with the drug in his system, his body
betrayed him with an intense arousal of his own, making him dizzy, leaving
him even more helpless in the throes of unquenchable lusts. His erotic
zones turned super sensitive. He moaned as one of the men rolled the tip of
his nipples with his fingers. He shuddered as hands stroked the soft flesh
of his inner thigh or traced the chevrons of his ribs. He did not want
this, but his body was afire with passion, his cock painfully erect and his
butt cheeks clenched hard. One of the assailants tormented Kevin's hard
cock, bent it down, away from his belly then released it, watching it snap
up and slap his belly with a thwack. Others teased the sweet spot under the
head of the glans and rolled his balls in their fingers, making the boy
shudder with unbearable lust, transformed into a sex puppet by their
manipulation of his cravings.

His struggles and whimpers only excited his rapists the more. It was such
fun to grapple that sweaty boyish body, to clutch the struggling boy to
their hairy chests, to turn him over on his back or put him up on hands and
knees, all the while maintaining control of his delectable physique. Hands
were all over him, holding him in position, stroking, kneading, slapping,
and pinching. Some men liked to hold his legs up and spread out wishbone
style, stroking the tender skin of his inner thighs, one of his prime
erogenous zones. Others pulled him ass over teakettle, his small body
doubled over, butt in the air, his genitals dangling over his face. He was
flexible enough they could order him to lick his own cock, to take the
entire glans into his own mouth and a thumb's width of the shaft, sucking
and tonguing his virile member.

They liked a kid to have some fight in him, to put up some resistance, to
make them work for it. What is the fun in dominating a supine fuck toy? So
by all means, let him buck and tug and kick and squirm. They loved the way
his well defined muscles moved under this smooth skin. Straining his
muscles made the kid look that much sexier by emphasizing the masculine
hardness of his trim little body. What a pretty little thing he was too,
his slender legs smaller around than the arms of some of the big bruisers
who held him, a mere boy fallen into the clutches of grown men.  His
protests muffled by the cocks in his mouth, little Kevin was helpless as
the horny men debauched him, filling his belly and his ass with their male
juices and making him ejaculate repeatedly during the rough scene. All the
while they abused the lad verbally, humiliating him and calling him names.

"Kick and squirm all you want pussy boy, but you were born for this. You
are a natural born cock sucker."

"That's better fag boy; spread your legs wider, let us at that tight hole
of yours."

"That quim of his won't be so tight after we are through with this kid,
that's for sure."

"Nothing like an orgy or a gang bang to put a choosy kid like that in his
place. Nor more of teasing -- you can touch but don't fuck. To hell with
that nonsense."

"Right. This scene is no more than the little prick tease deserves, leading
everyone on like that all the time. If ever a boy was born to be fucked
it's little Kevin here."

The man emphasized his words with a sharp slap to the boy's ass. The worse
of it was that much of what his tormentors said was true enough. Kevin was,
after all, an exhibitionist, prancing about the dance floor without a
stitch on. It turned him on to be in the middle of a crowd, totally naked,
dancing his ass off, all sweaty and glistening, with everything hanging
out. How could he not enjoy himself that way. Kevin was a bum boy, a
natural submissive, a bottom boy who sexual role was to be penetrated by
more powerful males. He couldn't help being aroused by the rough sex, the
slaps and pinches, the dirty language. What other fate could nature have
reserved for for a short, slightly built lad, much prettier than any boy
rightly ought to be, endowed with two hungry holes that needed to be
filled.

Kevin was finally rescued when Johnny Loh realized what was going on and
had his bouncers pull the men off his dancer. In a stern voice, he reminded
the patrons that there were limits on what they could do with the gogo
boys. The club was not a brothel, this was not an orgy, and Kevin was no
one's sex slave. He was a dancer earning an honest living. Kevin was not
really physically damaged by the gang bang other than considerable soreness
and bruises all over, but he was pretty disgusted with the way the men had
treated him, giving him a drug to turn him into a mindless sex toy.

A couple of the other gogo boys helped Kevin into the shower. The battered
boy managed to stay on his feet as his friends used soap and bath gloves to
cleanse his tired body. The lather and the slightly rough surface of the
gloves loosened the grime from his body, letting the sweat and dirt and
dried up bodily fluids flow down the drain. One boy shampooed Kevin's hair
as he stood up the shower head. After a while, he felt squeaky clean and
practically human again.  Jon Loh sent him home in a car and gave him the
rest of the week off with pay, apologetic that his men had not noticed his
plight for so long.

No way to keep the story quiet either, not with the spectacular set of
bruises on the physique of a boy who paraded around in the nude much of the
time. Bruises on the upper arms showed how he had been immobilized for the
assault. Finger marks on his butt cheeks showed how his suitors had
squeezed his luscious ass as they plowed into it again and again. Oh people
expressed sympathy, clucking at the hard use to which the boy had been
put. How could any abuse such a lovely youth as that Havelaar boy, one of
the nicest kids you would ever care to meet, even if he couldn't seem to
keep his pants on. Well, he was young, the juices were flowing. This was
his time. Some of the neighbors, like the gay couple Fred and Harry, had a
glint in their eyes that told Kevin they would have liked a chance to join
the party while it was on.

Kevin chalked the whole thing up to a learning experience. At least now he
knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a gang bang cum sex
orgy. He was honest enough to admit that at some level at least, given his
nature as a bottom boy, a sexual submissive, he had responded to the sexual
aggressiveness of his assailants. With the aphrodisiac in his blood stream
stoking his sex drive and suppressing his inhibitions, Kevin found himself
helpless in the grip of his captors, impelled by his own lusts, tempest
tossed on a sea of sensation, as cock after cock penetrated his hungry
holes. Well he had been tempting fate, dancing as a gogo boy and doing a
strip tease at a gay club.

Aside from that one incident, Kevin liked his job at the club. It paid
well, he was friends with the other boys and many of the patrons. He liked
to dance, and it gave him a chance to indulge his exhibitionism. All well
and good as long as everyone understood that from now on, no rough stuff.

			Chapter 4. Reunion

Derek returned from his archeological gig for an unhappy reunion with his
boyfriend. He had seen some pictures of Kevin at work as a gogo boy and the
images seemed much more hard core than the innocent fun that Kevin's
messages and calls had made it out to be. Guy were pushing ice cubes up
Kevin's tight quim, for crying out loud. Derek was hurt that Kevin had
shared himself so freely while, he Derek, had spent a mostly chaste summer
at his archeological dig site. It wasn't fair. Then there was that gang
bang, which must be at least partly Kevin's fault for shaking his booty
around so lasciviously.

"What! Are you serious Derek? You're saying it was my fault I got jumped by
thirty guys?"

"I not saying you invited it, not deliberately, Kev, but the way you come
onto people it's like you wanted it, at least part of you did. I saw the
video. Your cock was iron hard and you came again and again."

"Oh, Derek, how could you say such a thing. That was an involuntary
reaction. It often happens in male rape. Derek, it was the most humiliating
experience of my life and very painful. And now you're accusing me of
enjoying it, of having lead those men on."

Kevin ran out of Derek's house in tears and in nothing else. As nearly
always these days, he was in the rude nude. Derek could only watch his
friend's retreating figure, his heart heavy with regret at their
breakup. He immediately regretted his harsh words. As he cooled down he
realized that Kevin really couldn't help being a bit of a cock tease. That
was just the way he was, and Derek had to admit that he loved the boy like
that: small, smooth, coquettishly pretty, compliant, and ardent. He was
everything a dominant like Derek loved in a submissive boy. Besides their
strong sexual attraction, Kevin was his lifelong friend, his best friend
ever, his soul mate. How stupid of him to endanger their relationship with
angry words, words he now realized arose in part from simple jealousy. How
unfair that was to Kevin, the most honest boy he had ever known.

Derek picked up the sarong his lover had left behind and, similarly
outfitted, went to find Kevin. As he expected, Kevin was at the river,
sitting up in a tree, some distance off the footpath. He actually heard the
boy's soft sobs before he spotted him. The boy's grief cut into Derek. What
a jerk he had been, driving his friend to tears, to running away from
him. He hoped Kevin would forgive him. Stepping up close, he spoke in a low
voice, in a tone of anguish and anxiety.

"I'm sorry so Kev. I was a complete jerk to talk to you that way. I
wouldn't blame you if you never talked to me again, though that would break
my heart."

"Would it ... really break your heart?" The boy asked, his voice very soft
and tentative.

"You know it. I love you, Kev. I have my whole life. I want us to live
together, in college and beyond. I am begging you to forgive me, Kevin. I
love you so very much."

"Uh, is that my sarong you have in your hand, there."

Derek nodded. Kevin's face lit up in a mischievous smile.

"Why not spread it on the ground then, so we can get comfortable?"

Derek grinned as he spread both their sarongs out as ground sheets. Kevin
hopped down out of the tree into Derek's welcoming arms.

Their makeup sex was terrific, two young bodies coupling enthusiastically
in all the ways that young males can disport themselves. Afterwards, the
happy couple went for a dip in the river to wash off.

For days afterwards their sex was especially energetic. After their long
separation and very brief estrangement, they hardly got out of bed for
three days. When he thought Kevin was up to it, Derek resumed their light
BDSM play. As Kevin's master, Derek, explained, it fell to him to exact
punishment for the boy's wantonness in his absence, dancing at the club,
letting other men play with his body, making a public spectacle of himself
in those photos. Of course this was just a pretense for their scene, Derek
pretending to be angry, Kevin contrite and humble. Derek quickly put his
boy into tight bondage, rendering him helpless.

"Please sir," Kevin said before the gag went into his mouth. "I know I have
been naughty. I need to be punished. Please though spare my tush the
rod. Just spank me, get my ass all hot and red. I shudder just looking at
those newly cut switches you have set aside there to use on my rump. Woe is
me!" the boy wailed though the sound was cut off as the leather ball got
shoved past his teeth and buckled around the back of his head.

"Tut, tut, little one. Your impending punishment is no more than your just
deserts. Let the punishment fit the crime, I always say. I know how you
have been carrying on while I was away, making your favors available,
letting anyone play with your body, touching you in the most secret
places. That is why I have strung you up from this overhead beam
spread-eagled and helpless. Here let me hang these steel weights from you
balls and set them swinging. That is something you will feel down to the
root of your manhood. Come to think of it, I had better hang a weight from
the chain connecting those alligator clamps I put on your tender
nipples. Interesting how the trickle of blood from your nips flows this way
and that over the chevron of your ribs. Very erotic indeed."

Derek did switch the boy's rump but only enough to get it red, to leave
superficial welts. He worked the boy over front and back. Then when the boy
was moaning most piteously, he started inserting a series of spheres into
the boy's anus. At first, Kevin thought it was anal beads again, but these
were set too close together and the later ones were larger than the
first. This was not a set of anal beads but a Japanese device for erotic
torture made of spheres of increasing size connected by a cord. One all but
the last pair were inside, the top twisted the final pair in opposite
directions. That tightened and shortened the cords linking all the spheres
drawing them together till they touched, forming a hard bumpy horn inside
the lad's rectum. The boy virtually whinnied with surprise as he suddenly
found himself not merely stuffed but impaled.

Derek worked the horn in an out a bit. Kevin had never felt so penetrated,
so filled with hardness. He thrashed his body back and forth, groaning into
the ball gag. Strangely his cock was rock hard and dripping. He felt light
headed from arousal. Suddenly Derek pulled the horn of beads out of Kevin's
rectum. They made a funny squishing sound as they emerged from the well
lubricated hole. Derek instantly replaced the horn with his own cock, a
truncheon of a virile member, himself fully aroused by what they two of
them had been doing together. Being so much bigger than Kevin, Derek was
able to bend at the knees, insert his cock and straighten up, lifting the
boy bodily on his cock alone, taking the weight off his wrists. There he
was, poor lad, in bondage, suspended, and impaled on that giant cock,
helpless as his master tugged on the chain connecting his nipple
clamps. Suddenly the boy's ass muscles clamped down on the invading cock as
he went into orgasm, the stimulus to Derek's cock setting the bigger youth
off too. As Kevin felt a warm wetness flooding his innards, his own cock
shot his jism as high as his collar bones.

Kevin's erotic torture was not over yet though Derek did remove the nipple
clamps and ball weights. The bigger youth continued to play with Kevin's
cock, the glans still supersensitive from his ejaculation. The poor lad
could only writhe and shudder as his lover tormented him by pulling on and
rubbing his cockhead. Finally he released the boy and they lay down
together to kiss, stoke each other's bodies and to rest and recuperate.

They had a fine week together in Florida before leaving for college and a
future they would meet together as a committed couple.