The Lifter is a science-fiction/fantasy story involving compassionate sex
between males.

				The Lifter
			       By Vister Lux

Kevin admired the clock resting atop the polished black marble mantle of
the fireplace.  Though Kevin thought the clock was the sole survivor of a
luxury liner that had tragically escaped rescue in the late nineteenth
century, the clock was not crafted by the hands of a Swiss craftsman three
hundred years ago, but was a cheap replica.  Kevin admired, not rich
cherry, brass, crystal and marble, but stained pine and plastic.  The room
was stuffed with items possessing a counterfeit history.  Each piece had
its own story: fascinating and fabricated.  Though Kevin knew no better,
everything in the room was fake, no more deserving of Kevin's awe than a
plastic trinket.  Except the young man at the desk.  He deserved the
respect and fascination Kevin reluctantly emanated.  Despite Kevin's
efforts to withhold his own fear and awe, the man saw easily that Kevin
awaited, amazed, eager, and afraid.

The unyielding ticks of the pendulum were the most prominent transgressors
of silence until the man spoke, interrupting the clock.  "I am not
significantly older than you."

"You're a legend at this school.  I even heard about you on my campus tour
last year."  Why would Jason Krone, the wealthy legend without worries,
want to see him?  Kevin was baffled.  Everyone knew of Jason Krone, the guy
who never cared about any of his actions.  It was like he cared nothing
about what people thought of him.  He seemed to think life a one big party
to be live as fully as possible.  He was audacious, living the outrageous,
but never seeming to offend anyone.  He would go over the edge, but
everyone cheered him on.  Jason Krone sought death and recognition every
hour of his life.  He never worked.  He lived alone in his mansion,
Cristalhora, that dwarfed the houses of the town.  No one was close to
Krone, but everyone knew him.

"I don't believe in legends," Krone said.  "And neither should you.  Do you
know how old I am?  And, please, call me Jason."  He smiled broadly.

Kevin tried to judge.  In all his long discussions with anyone about Jason
Krone, he had always heard seniors say that Krone had been there as long as
they could remember.  Still, the man sitting across from him at the desk
looked no more than nineteen.  He was young and about the same height as
Kevin.  "I would guess twenty-five."

"I'm nineteen, the same age as you are, Kevin."

Kevin tensed as Krone used his first name.  "Yeah right."  Kevin furrowed
his eyebrows and cocked his head to the right.

Krone smiled.  "I've been nineteen for a long time."  He leaned back in his
chair until his head rested against the wall, and turned his eyes to the
side window as if to regard the crisp, blue day outside.  Kevin kept his
eyes on his face, in part because he did not trust Krone, and partly to
admire the handsome profile that the turned head of Jason Krone offered.
His nose was straight and Roman.  His skin was perfect . . . radiant.  His
azure eyes sparkled and teased Kevin with the stories they offered to tell,
as if Kevin were gazing at the base of a mammoth expanse of stained glass.
Kevin worked out, so he was much more built than Jason, who was slender,
but taut.

Kevin realized he was staring and sought to interrupt the reverie.  He
opened his mouth to speak, but was reluctant to address the legend by his
first name, yet it seemed silly to address someone his own age as
Mr. Krone.  It seemed . . .

"I'm bored," Krone stated.  "That's why I requested you here."  He opened
both hands in the air and let them fall into his lap.  "I'm bored.  I've
done everything conceivable.  I've lived life to the fullest hundreds of
times, but I've always been alone in my pursuit.  I have no . . . ," he
struggled for a word, filling his lungs, "companion."

Kevin again brought his eyebrows together.  He sensed where this was
leading and was afraid but excited at the possibility and the offer.
"Mr. Krone, why am I here?  I came at your request, but I had no idea what
you needed.  I still don't."

"Please, call me Jason.  I want you to be my protege.  I can have anyone I
desire just by taking them, but I want you to be my comrade, my willing
friend," He leaned on the desk.  "My equal."

Kevin understood.  "I don't understand."

The boy across from him, the mysterious Jason Krone, extended his right
hand across the desk.  "Look at my hand.  Do you see why it is special?"
Kevin took Jason's hand.  It was soft and slender, with manicured nails, a
gold ring with a blue stone, and a small, deep scar on the right index
finger.  Holding Jason's hand in both his own, he examined it, savoring the
intimate contact, but shuddering slightly.  Was this legend seducing him?

Quickly, he let go.  "No.  It's just your hand," he said, breaking the
mood.

Jason held his hand to his face regarding and curling each finger.  "I've
never talked to you before.  This is a first.  I promised myself that I
wouldn't give myself another chance -- that would hurt the integrity of the
relationship I want to foster with you.  When I first began, I thought I
had willpower.  I said to myself, Jason, you won't abuse this."  He
penetrated Kevin's attention with the gaze of a lifetime friendship.  "God
that must have been hundreds of years ago."

His back went suddenly straight.  "Kevin," he asked, "imagine time was your
friend.  For you, manipulating time would be as easy as opening a door."

Jason laughed.  "I can see how that question might catch you off guard."
He laughed.  Kevin, anxiety must have been obvious.  His caution had turned
to anxiety.  This was just too weird.  "Relax," Jason assured him, "I
understand how you might feel.  You come here, having no idea what to
expect.  Then you think I'm propositioning you.  Then I hit you with this
stuff."

Jason vaulted over the desk, grabbed Kevin arm, and pulled him to a
bookcase.  Smiling and enthusiastic, Jason exclaimed, "Watch this, this is
great."  He pulled a book, Bearing an Hourglass, and let it drop back into
the bookcase.  The bookshelf glided to the right, revealing a small, empty
closet.

Kevin backed away, but Jason laid his hand on Kevin's shoulder and faced
him.  Kevin's heart raced.  He wanted Jason, but had never let anyone know
his feelings about men.  He turned away, toward the door to the hallway.
"Please, no," Kevin said.

"Don't worry.  I understand how this must seem, but I want to share
something very personal with you, and I'm gambling I don't have to invest
the time to establish a friendship before I show you everything.  I'm going
to explain everything, and then hope we can be friends."

Kevin was skeptical.  He could imagine the headlines: Student Disappears,
No Leads.  Kevin had not told anyone of his meeting with Jason.  What the
hell, Kevin thought, I'm a college sophomore.  Nothing can hurt me.  Yeah
right.  Despite his concerns, Kevin acquiesced.  "O.K."

"Great!" Jason exclaimed.  "Come on!"  He pulled Kevin into the closet.
The door closed, and the elevator descended.  "Cool, huh?"

Kevin laughed, releasing his tension.  "Yeah," he said, returning Jason's
smile.

"Now, the people you're about to see aren't really here.  Well, they are,
but eventually they won't be."  The door opened on a hallway of glass
cases.  Kevin felt he was in at an aquarium.  It was as dark, but behind
the glass were not water and fish, but guys.  Each guy was unconscious,
suspended in the air.  Kevin shuddered.  "Relax, Kevin.  If I'd have wanted
you here, you'd be behind the glass already.  Who's your favorite?"

"You're a kidnapper."  He would have run, but there was nowhere to go.  He
briefly considered attacking Jason, but reconsidered when he remembered one
rumor that Jason had a black belt in Tai Kwon Do.

"Hardly.  Pick out someone, and I'll prove I'm not."  Well, he hasn't
threatened me yet, thought Kevin.  With no other options, Kevin walked down
the row.  It was long, and there were more halls that crossed this one.  He
stayed in the first hall, and stopped when he saw a kid he knew.  Well, I
don't know this kid, but I always see him playing frisbee with his shirt
off in the quadrangle when I'm looking out my dorm room window.  I just saw
this kid a few days ago.  Behind the glass, he was wearing clothes, but he
was still good to look at.  He had long, light brown hair that hung down
across one side of his face, covering one eye.  It would flip up whenever
he jumped in the air to catch a frisbee.  He was probably about eighteen or
nineteen.

"Who's this kid?" he asked Jason.

"I don't know.  I think his name's Brian.  He sure is cute isn't he?"
Kevin said nothing.  "Jason held his own chin in thought.  "Well, I can
always get him later if I really want him."  Looking around at the other
cases he said, "There are plenty of others."  And there were.  The cases
contained handsome men, cute boys, preppies, surfers, grunge, all kinds of
guys.  Each one was great looking.  Jason opened the glass in front of the
boy Kevin had chosen, Brian.  "Don't talk to me for a few minutes."

Slowly, Jason extended his hand and touched Brian.  Immediately, Brian
vanished.  Jason kept still, concentrating with his eyes open, but sight
elsewhere.  Kevin dared not even breathe.  After only a minute, Jason
turned to Kevin.

"What did you do?"

"I put him back where I found him," Jason replied.  "I can take anyone I
want out of time.  I can return them without them knowing where they've
been."

Kevin believed.  "That's still kidnapping.  It's immoral.  You can't just
take people to satisfy your own desires."

"You don't understand.  Brian was never here.  I took him years ago.  He's
been here ever since, suspended, but just now, I returned him to the point
that when I found him, and reduced his age to the same age as when I found
him."  Kevin considered.  It still felt wrong, but as long as the person
wasn't hurt, it seemed O.K.  The next time he saw Brian outside, Kevin
promised himself that he'd ask Brian if he knew Jason.

"Can you pull someone here right now?"  Kevin asked.  If I could take
anyone I wanted out of time with impunity, I can think of quite a few
people with whom I'd love to talk . . . or punish . . . or love, thought
Kevin.

"No.  I have to be touching a person when I do it.  It makes it difficult,
and I've regretted missing a few opportunities, but for the most part, I'm
able to touch who I want.  If I really want someone, there are ways I can
do it."

Now Kevin swallowed hard.  His throat was stiff, and he found it hard to
talk.  His pulse was racing, his heart pounding.  "Why do you take people?"

Jason smiled.  He opened his mouth, but closed it.  He shrugged.  "Mostly
to satisfy my sexual cravings."  Kevin was careful to show no reaction, but
Jason seemed to be waiting for a response.

"How far did you . . . envision yourself with me?"  Kevin asked.

Jason wrapped Kevin in his arms.  "Right now, your happiness is my main
concern.  I want you to be comfortable.  If you walked out right now.  I'd
be disappointed, but I wouldn't reverse time for myself.  I wouldn't give
myself a second chance.  I wouldn't turn back the clock."  Although he most
likely weighed more than Jason, Kevin relaxed and let Jason hold him,
putting his head on Jason's shoulder.  He was scared of this moment.  Never
before had anyone known.  How had Jason known?  It feels so good to have
this guy hold me, Jason thought.  This is great!  But it was frightening,
too.  Kevin felt his own eyes betray him as tears dropped onto Jason's
shoulder and soaked into his shirt.  Jason's arm reassuringly stroked his
entire back.  "Don't worry, Kevin.  Everything will be fine.  You can trust
me.  You're the greatest person I've ever come across.  I want you to be my
companion for the rest of my life."

Kevin soared.  He failed to notice the silence that roared in his ears.
This is wrong, he thought.  I should be the one supporting Jason, I'm
bigger, but he remained holding onto his new friend.  Why did Jason chose
him?  Was this just the standard line that Jason gave everyone before he
locked them in the basement?  Perhaps, but Kevin's insatiable craving for
love and companionship made him reluctant to run.  He held to Jason for
fear that Jason would disappear into his mind, and he would wake up, never
to dream this again.  But this was real.  Kevin's face was buried in
Jason's shoulder.

"Kevin?"  Jason said with concern, waiting for a response.  "Kevin, are you
O.K.?"

"This is so much."  Kevin croaked through his throat, tight from disbelief.

"I understand.  I'm sorry I went so fast."

"No!  It's O.K.  I just want to . . . "  He stood on his own.  "Is there
someplace I can lie down?  I'm kind of drained."

"Sure," Jason whispered tenderly.  "Let's go upstairs."

After another elevator ride and two flights of stairs, Kevin followed Jason
into the master bedroom, furnished with overstuffed Victorian chairs and an
enormous king-sized bed with a brass and iron frame and rich, velvet
curtains.  "You can rest here."  Jason's voice was that of a concerned
brother, a best-friend.  Kevin collapsed on the bed.  Jason sat on the edge
and held Kevin's head in his lap, stroking his face and the running his
fingers around the outsides of his ears.  Every muscle in Kevin's body
relaxed.

Kevin tried to say, "This feels great," but his words struggled to get
through his relaxed mind and mouth; he only mumbled contently.

Jason smiled, then laughed easily.  "I'm glad you're relaxed," he said
grinning broadly.  "Just close your eyes."  Kevin felt Jason's hands move
down his face, inside his shirt to his chest.  "You're beautiful," Jason
said in a deep, melodious voice.  Then Jason stopped, and rested only one
hand in Kevin's hair.  Kevin savored the intimate attention, but was
unsatisfied.  Kevin ran his own hand across his chest and unbuttoned the
top button of his shirt.  He moved his hand to the next button and undid
it.  He started to move his hand to the next button, but Jason covered the
hand with his own.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Jason asked, almost pleading with him
to just relax.  Kevin tried to move his hand to unbutton the next button on
his shirt, but Jason held the hand firmly against his chest.  "Are you
sure?"

Kevin reached up and took Jason's head in both hands.  "Please."  He tried
to draw Jason's head to his own, but Jason resisted.

"The last thing I want is to go too fast for you, Kevin."

Kevin opened his eyes and looked into the other's dark brown eyes.  "Jason,
I've been waiting for this for years.  Please continue."

Jason dropped his head.  "Kevin, you're perfect.  There is no one better
than you.  I want to take things slowly because I don't want to risk losing
you.  Keeping you is a test of my willpower.  If I lose you, I don't want
to go back to try again, but I fear that I might.  Without any self
control, I am only a servant of my powers.  If you've waited this long,
surely you can wait a few days longer."

"Can I at least spend tonight with you?"

"Sure, but let's not let anything happen.  Go ahead and get your things
from home.  I'll be here.  Is there anything you'd like to do the rest of
the evening before bed?  Perhaps a tour of the house and a demonstration of
the theater."

"You have a theater?" Kevin asked in disbelief.

"It's easy to afford things when you can predict the stock market with
perfect accuracy."

Kevin laughed.  "I suppose so."

Kevin left the house to gather some things for his overnight stay.  His
roommate was curious, but did not question him directly, and Kevin did not
venture any information.  When Kevin returned, Jason showed him the house.

At the end of one of the hallways, double doors opened upon a room
dominated by a screen at one wall.  Jason took a remote containing a modest
number of buttons from an alcove as they walked to the middle of the room.
"Watch this!"  Jason held the remote at his side, his attention focused on
the screen.  The room went black.  A sound like striking lightning exploded
all around Kevin.  A slit of light pierced the screen and opened into a
striking blue eye.  The eye enlarged until the iris overtook the scope and
the perspective plunged into a tunnel of light and suggestive images
accompanied by load, fast music with hundreds of instruments.  Kevin tried
to pick out some of them while watching the show, but only managed to
identify an intense banjo during a cadenza in a minor key and a few other
things here and there.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

Kevin nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Have you seen next week's Star Treks yet?"  The show ended, and Kevin
shook his head.  "Want to?  I pull them directly off Paramount's satellite.
That way I make sure to get all eight sound channels and digital quality
feed."

Kevin's jaw dropped.

After two hours in the theater, Kevin checked his watch.  It was already
ten.  There were still a few hours until he usually went to bed, but for
some reason he was tired, and anxious to go to bed.  Kevin and Jason walked
to the bedroom.  Kevin took his socks and shirt off, but Jason just stood
there.

"Aren't you going to bed?" asked Kevin.  His cock was hurting, confined in
his jeans and jockeys.

"I don't usually sleep naked, but perhaps I should start.  Can you help me
get undressed?" Jason asked, raising his eyebrow.

"No problem."  He lifted Jason's shirt over his head and tossed it across
the room.  Jason had already stepped out of his slippers.  Kevin admired
Jason's broad chest.  It was lightly covered in soft, silky hair, hardly
noticeable unless close.  Jason's abs were so well defined, Kevin wondered
if Jason didn't work out two hours a day.  With his powers, he could afford
the time.  His arms were larger than Kevin would have expected as well.  No
wonder Jason had not shown any signs of straining as he had held Kevin
earlier that day.  Kevin stepped close.  He felt Jason's breath caress his
face as his chest rose and fell.  No sound interrupted them for minutes as
they stared into each other's eyes and listened to their breathing.

Finally Kevin carefully placed his hand on Jason's pants and started to
take them off.  Jason grabbed Kevin's hand in his own.  "Wait."  He stepped
closer, his stance was inside Kevin's.  Their bodies touched from the waist
to their chests.  "Kiss me," Jason mouthed, hardly even whispering.  Jason
turned his head, and Kevin leaned into him, bringing his mouth onto
Jason's.  Kevin closed his eyes.  I must be in love, he thought.  He felt
Jason take hold of him.  Jason's arms were around him, pressing him closer.
His own arms rose and slipped around Jason's waist.  Kevin felt his mind
slipping away into a roar of ecstasy.  His dick was suffocating in his
pants.

Kevin broke away.  "I never imagined it was so easy to fall in love."  He
fell backward onto the bed.  Jason straddled him, arched his back, and
brought himself slowly on top of Kevin.  Touching first their crotches,
then their naked abs, then their chests.  Jason kissed him again.  It was
wonderful, and Kevin's body cried out for more.

"I don't want to go any farther tonight," Jason said resolutely.  We'll
see, Kevin resolved to himself.  But alas, Jason was strong, and they
hugged, they kissed, and they got hot, but it went no further than that.
Jason wouldn't let Kevin's hands in his pants, or even let Kevin's face to
go lower than Jason's neck.  "I promise I'll offer you more tomorrow
night."  And with Jason's reassurance, and his arm wrapped around his body,
Kevin went to sleep feeling more satisfied than he had anytime before in
his life, yet Jason had awakened an fed his craving until consumed him, his
every thought and movement.  He drifted to sleep.



When Kevin returned to Cristalhora the next night, he found Jason in the
office.  An office setting was uncharacteristic for the Jason Krone of
tales known around campus, as was the expression his face had held before
Kevin walked into the room.

"I'm sorry.  I was brooding about the future.  No matter how many times I
see something, and no matter how much I know an event is inevitable, I
still regret it as it comes."

Kevin wondered how far Jason had been in the future before he had returned
to live this life . . . and how many times.  "Why?  What's going to
happen."  Certainly this was not the carefree, nonchalant legend he knew
threw stories on campus.

"Nothing."  Jason shrugged.  "Just something of national significance and
local insignificance."

Jason got out of his chair and opened the curtains to the picture window
behind his desk.  Jason smiled.  "Look outside, isn't the night sky
beautiful?"  Kevin saw Jason's eyes capture the moon.  This view leaves me
wanting.  Let's go to the roof.

They climbed to the top of the house and stretched their lean bodies on
heated pads, leaving their concentration free to consider the important
things like the vastness of space and the deaths of stars, rather than the
mundane considerations of hypothermia.  Dark blue still soaked half the
sky, pierced by tiny, cold jewels that for Kevin, defined infinity.  Kevin
felt Jason's soft, warm hand take hold of his.  "Gaze into it, Kevin.
Penetrate its depth with your imagination," Jason whispered.  Then, to
Kevin's surprise, Jason turned on his side and snuggled up to Jason,
letting his head rest on Kevin's breast.  Jason closed his eyes, but still
rubbed Kevin's other breast.  Kevin savored Jason, . . . the stars, and the
moment.

His let go his body.  He relaxed, yet his dick was stiff and hard,
demanding action and sex.  "Jason," he asked, "are you hard right now?"

"Mmm," Jason sighed indistinctly.

Kevin reached down and cupped Jason, feeling his strong, hard dick.  Kevin
turned over and straddled Jason.  "Please," Kevin begged, kissing Jason
hard.

Jason exhaled heavily, giving him a malicious but sly look.  Jason
immediately put a hand behind his back and grabbed one side of his torso.
Kevin felt himself flipped over on his back as Jason got on top of him,
reversing their positions.  "Rip my shirt off," he whispered as he
delicately slid Kevin's own shirt off of him.  Kevin grabbed a side of the
shirt in each hand and pulled.  The shirt came off easily.  Jason sat up,
then came down to lie on Kevin, sliding his hands along his torso from his
stomach to his chest.  He stopped with his face an inch above Kevin's.
Kevin grabbed Jason in a tight hug and pulled his crotch against his.
Jason tenderly kissed him, then moved down to kiss his neck.  Kevin grasped
Jason's shoulders and arched his back.  Jason tried to grab each breast,
but Kevin pushed his shoulders down.

"Kiss me. . . please."

"Whatever you want, Kevin."  He opened his mouth wide and sucked on Kevin's
nipples.  He moved down.  He grabbed Kevin's breasts as he let his tongue
feel the ridges of Kevin's abs.  Then, Jason moved his hands and opened
Kevin's pants.  Kevin felt Jason take hold of his cock through the hold in
his silk boxers.  At last his penis was free.  Kevin felt Jason's lips
devour his head, his tongue licked the glans.  Kevin bucked reflexively,
but Jason forced him down.  It was too much for him, but he loved it.  He
forced himself to lie still.  Kevin felt Jason's lips go down the shaft
until he reached the base.  Kevin expected Jason to pull back up, but Jason
stayed there and swallowed repeatedly, pushing his penis his all the
muscles in his mouth, even giving him a few tender bites.  Jason reached up
and grabbed at Kevin's flesh on his chest and sides.  Jason's arms reached
around to Kevin's back and slid down.  Kevin gripped Jason's shoulder's
harder and kept him down.  Kevin was losing control.  He couldn't breathe,
he couldn't see, he couldn't think.  He felt Jason's hands squeeze his firm
ass, and then Jason's fingers in his ass.

Kevin came.  His body convulsed and he wrapped his arms and legs around
Jason's body, trying to envelop him.  Jason stayed on him, swallowing
everything his hot balls offered.  At last Kevin relaxed.  Slowly Jason
joined him.  As he worked his way back up Kevin's body.  When Jason finally
kissed him, Kevin tasted the juice upon which Jason had drank.

With a soft, deep, deliberate, compassionate voice, Jason asked, "How are
you feeling?"

Kevin just collapsed and smiled.  Jason lay on his back and Kevin curled up
next to him, hugging him and resting his head between Jason's shoulder and
neck.  Jason reached up and put his arms around Kevin.  Deeply in love,
Kevin drifted into sleep while Jason conversed with the stars.



As the weeks passed, Kevin grew to know Jason and his powers, but not of
his or their origin.  "I've never opened myself up to anyone like this
before, Kevin.  That's why you're so special.  You listen and you
understand.  You're perfect.  Kevin, I've never been in love.  I've had sex
thousands of times with hundreds of people, but with you, it's a whole new
experience.  I love you."

Still Kevin felt inadequate for Jason.  He would go down to the secret
holding cases alone and guiltily gaze at each guy with an unfulfilled
craving.  He also wanted to learn something so he could surprise Jason.
Jason was teaching him everything, but he wanted to learn from someone else
too.  "Jason, you've always been honest with me.  You treat me as your
confidant and lover."  He bit his lower lip.  "Is there some way I could
experience one of the guys downstairs?"

"Of course."  Jason stroked Kevin's hair.  "Is there anyone particular
downstairs, or would you like me to fetch someone who I don't have in
holding?"

Kevin hadn't been expecting such an accommodating response.  "Someone
downstairs is fine for now.  How do you go about it?"

"Sometimes it's hard.  Sometimes it's easy.  Once someone understands that
they're dealing with something that is way beyond their power, most come
around.  I'm usually attracted to boys who have a bit a gayness in them.
Besides, I've come to find that deep down, most people are basically bi
anyway.  When they discover that they can do whatever they want, they
usually want to do whatever you want.  It's that initial wake-up call
that's tricky.  Imagine it from their perspective.  They're in a hallway or
outside or something, and I happen to brush by.  Suddenly they're hanging
on a wall in a dark hallway.  Pretty scary.  I wish I could make it so that
you could wake them up yourself, but only I can bring them out of
suspension.  You want to try it now?"

"Hell, no time like the present."

Downstairs, Kevin walked among the hundreds of bodies, his anticipation
rising.  All these guys would be great, but for my first wish . . .  "I
want to have the Governor's son.  God he's cute.  Where'd you meet him?"

"Long story.  His name's Chris, and he's about sixteen or seventeen.  I can
drug him as soon as I bring him out, so to him it'll seem like he's at a
boring party and then naked in bed, groggy."

"No that's O.K.  If it doesn't work out, you can always turn back his clock
can't you?"

"Sure.  We'll keep the drug thing as an option."

"Great!"

"And hey, I don't care what you tell him or do to him.  Whatever.  It's not
really happening to him anyway.  When you're done, we just reverse and send
him home."

Jason opened the glass and touched Chris.  Instantly Chris animated.

Kevin thought of an approach to take with Chris.  "Thank you, Jason.  That
will be all."

Jason bowed his head and closed the glass.  From this side, he saw his
reflection, not the hallway.  Kevin pulled on the opposite wall.  Chris
fell from suspension to the floor.  Kevin pulled again and a bed came from
the wall.  "Let's fuck, Chris.  It's alright.  I'm going to put you back
right where I found you, but for right now, I'm here to answer your dreams.
Let's fuck, then you can go back."

"Who the hell are you?" Chris shouted.

"I've pulled you out of time to answer one of your dreams.  When we're
done, you'll go right back."

"Hey, what the hell?  This isn't happening, so I might as well go for it."
Chris pulled off his shirt and dove at Kevin knocking him onto the bed.
Before Kevin knew it, Chris' tongue was down his mouth, and he could feel
Chris' bulge mashing into his own.  He stuck his hand down Chris' pants and
felt the hard shaft.

Chris pushed Kevin into the bed, coming up for air.  "This isn't really
happening is it?"

"No, of course not, Chris."  God, was this boy hot.  "Now don't go too
fast, or before you know it, it'll be all over."

"Good point."

"Lie down, Chris.  I want to rub your back."  Chris stretched out on the
bed, arching his back and letting out a load yawn.  He relaxed.  The room
was warm.  Carefully, Kevin slid Chris out of his shirt.  Kevin heard Chris
sigh and felt him relax.  Kevin's hands were warm, and he gently let the
tips of his fingers touch Chris' soft shoulders.  He was glad this first
experience was going so well.  His fingertips traced intricate patterns
over Chris' smooth back.  His fingers passed over the shoulders, to the
neck, and down the arms.  He held Chris' left hand in both his own.  Kevin
put Chris' hand to his face.  He rolled Chris over.  His own hands guided
Chris past his own neck, over his chest, along his stomach, and down his
pants.  He straddled Chris' legs and lay on top of him.  Kevin realized
what he was doing.  Quickly he pulled Chris' hand from his pants, got up,
and turned Chris over on his back again.  "Don't let me go too fast,
Chris."

Determined not to get carried away, he again turned his attention to Chris'
back.  He began with only his fingertips on the shoulders, but as he slowly
slid his hands along Chris' sides, he pressed with his fingers and then his
hands.  Now he put his weight down on Chris' lower back until he heard it
crack.  He traced Chris' vertebrae and eased his weight onto it every few
inches, cracking the entire backbone by the time he had reached his neck.
"God you've been stressed Chris."  Chris mumbled something through his
pleasure and his pillow, but Kevin didn't understand.

At last, Kevin kneaded all of the muscles on Chris' soft, smooth back.
Starting from the shoulders he worked from inside to out, forcefully
caressing his neck, and down to his upper back, moving down to his middle
back.  He again put his weight on the outsides of Chris' middle back and
heard a considerable cracking.  Chris sighed.  He moved to the lower back
and did the same.

Kevin reached one arm around Chris' waist and extended his other arm along
Chris' back.  Slowly, he turned Chris over on his back.  The boy was
surprisingly light for his age and for the definition of his smooth, young
muscles.  Chris still had his eyes closed.  His face defined bliss.  Kevin
was eager to show Chris how wonderful such an experience could be.
Reaching around Chris' waist, he slid his hands under Chris from his waist
to his neck, over his shoulders, and down to his chest.  He rubbed and
kneaded Chris' breasts, then worked down to just below his ribs.  Kevin's
dick hurt, and he desperately wanted to engage in fast and furious fucking,
but he held back, savoring the pain and the glorious anticipation.

Kevin stroked Chris along the sides of his abdomen, bring his hands closer
together and resting them on Chris' prominent ab muscles.  As he ran his
hands over the muscles, he gazed at the boy's face.  He had his hands on
the stomach of one of the most beautiful and unattainable youths in the
city, the son of the college's president.  Kevin closed his eyes and let
his head fall back.  This experience was wonderful!

Anxiety ran though Kevin's body as he realized he had been rubbing Chris in
the same place for minutes.  Devouring the sight of the boy stretched out
before him, dedicated at that moment, only to his pleasure, Kevin
generously kneaded Chris over his entire chest, down to his waist.  At his
waist, Kevin slid his hands behind Chris and gently pulled his waist off
the bed.  Then he moved his hands up his back until he was holding Chris'
head in his hands, with one hand behind his shoulders and the other hand
supporting his head.  He brought Chris' face close to his own.  With one
hand, he stroked Chris' hair.  Chris opened his eyes.  Kevin brought his
head closer and their lips touched.  Kevin soared.  As he held Chris, he
felt Chris reach around him and pull his own body closer to Kevin.  Kevin
tasted each inch of Chris' lips.  Then, all Kevin's attention focused on
Chris.  They stared into each other's eyes, recognizing each other's depth,
knowing that he was holding or being held by another person, not just a
body.  Chris shuddered in ecstasy.  Slowly Kevin lifted his lips from Chris
and smiled warmly.  "How was your first kiss, Chris?"

"I think I'm in love with you, but I don't know anything about you."

Kevin smiled at Chris' adolescent apprehension, but was concerned: he had
similar thoughts.  "I think it's just lust . . .  or a craving for love.
Do you want to stop?  We don't have to go any further."

"No!"  Chris started.  His breathing increased.  "Please..." he gave a
desperate look, "keep going," he whispered.

"Alright," Kevin said, and he tenderly stroked Chris over his warm, young,
firm body.  Laying Chris again on his back, he pressed himself to Chris,
kissing him and letting his jock press against Chris.  As he tasted
sweetness from Chris' lips, he gently extended his tongue so he could taste
his young, new friend deeper.  Chris actively reciprocated in the mutual
sharing.  Kevin felt Chris probe his entire mouth with his tongue.

Kevin felt Chris push on him.  Chris lifted Kevin several inches off on
him.  "Wait."  Kevin's heart raced.  Was this too much for Chris after all?
"Take off your shirt, it's rubbing against me."  Kevin laughed.  He almost
took off his shirt, but then stuck out his chest, offering Chris to do it
himself.  Chris reached his dexterous hands down Kevin's shirt and rubbed
his chest.  Kevin felt his shirt drawn over his head as Chris pulled it and
threw it on the floor.  As Kevin held himself taut over Chris, looking into
his eyes and letting his legs fall to the outside of Chris' legs, Chris
traced the silky sides of Kevin's firm body.  Chris reached up and kneaded
Kevin's breasts.  His body growing weary, Kevin let his lower body fall
onto Chris.  Both gasped when their crotches met.

Kevin felt Chris' dick directly under his own.  "Don't move, Chris."  Kevin
let the glorious sight of Chris consume his consciousness, rendering him
incapable of coherent action.  He was swept away into a fiery cathedral of
ecstasies.  Without thinking, his slowly proceeded down Chris' torso,
licking and kissing.  He tried to milk Chris' nipple without luck.  He
sucked even harder on the other nipple.  He traveled lower, burying his
face in, sliding his face along Chris' abs.  Chris caressed his back.
Kevin was irked at the pants he came across as he reached Chris' waist.
Although the pants attempted to conceal a magnificent cock, the efforts of
the pants were futile.  Incoherent from ecstasy, Kevin just sucked on Chris
through the pants as his member got bigger and bigger.  Unsatisfied, Kevin
ripped desperately at the pants.  Chris helped and the pants slid down.
Kevin yanked them completely off Chris' legs and spread them.  Maintaining
a deliberate pose, he fought his impulse to take the dick completely,
immediately.  Chris had his eyes closed and his head back.  His cock was
straight up, demanding to be attacked with ferocity.  Kevin complied.

Without thought, Kevin found himself taking the entire dick into his mouth
in an instant, sucking mercilessly.  Chris convulsed.  His body buckled,
his back arched, and he moaned.  "Ah...please!" he gasped, almost
incoherently.  Kevin did not bob his head up and down, but kept the
delicious cock in his mouth, sucking it hard and long. Chris stroked his
hair and rubbed his shoulders.  Kevin hoped he was helping Chris.  Even
more, he hoped this moment could last forever.  The next time he saw Chris,
it would be in drastically different circumstances.  After this, he would
have to let Chris go, not tasting him again until Jason could bring him
back.  It had been only moments since he swallowed Chris, but already he
could feel Chris start to climax.  Not wanting to spend the youth
prematurely, he stopped.

Kevin moved back and lay on top of Chris, kissing him and stroking his
hair.  "What can I do for you?" Chris asked him.

"Shh," Kevin whispered.  "I'm here for you, you're not here for me."  To
emphasize the point, Kevin kissed his neck, taking in as much flesh as he
could.  Chris' entire body shuddered repeatedly.  Kevin looked to his face.
Tears streamed from his eyes.  "Chris, what's wrong?" Kevin asked terrified
he had done something wrong.

Chris looked at him with bliss.  "These are tears of joy."  Chris reached
through Kevin's arms squeezed Kevin tightly to him, so hard that for a
moment, Kevin was uncertain he could breathe.  With effort, Kevin managed
to take in a few breaths.  Chris was gripping him as hard as he could.
"Please never go away.  I want you with me always."  Kevin pushed away from
the bed by doing a push-up, extending his arms, and carrying Chris with
him, who still hung tightly to him.

With one arm, he stroked Chris' back.  "You're a very special boy, Chris.
I hope we can do this again."

Chris let go and fell to the bed, exhausted, but still hard as a rock.
Kevin descended on him.  Tired as well, he resolved to end their encounter.
He again took the entire cock into his mouth and sucked . . . hard.  Inch
by inch he rose.  Then he grabbed Chris' small, firm ass and pushed him
back into his mouth, inch by inch.  He continued ten times.  Then he thrust
the cock into his mouth by pulling Chris into him, then letting gravity
pull Chris out.  In and out and in and out, Kevin felt Chris beginning to
come.  Chris took initiative and began thrusting his pelvis, forcing his
cock into Kevin, deeper and deeper.  Finally his entire body was consumed
in convulsions, his dick grew even larger and surged as it spewed sweet,
thin seaman directly down Kevin's throat.  Kevin swallowed, and after seven
contractions, Chris lay still.  Kevin kissed Chris' stomach and slid his
face up to silky torso.  By the time his mouth was on the other boy's
mouth, Chris was asleep.

Kevin was spent as well, but he reluctantly got up, reached the wall panel,
and put Chris back into suspension.  The boy rose into the air and hung
like a monument to male perfection.  The bed slid back into the wall, the
glass opened, and Kevin stepped into the hallway.  He called out to Jason.

Jason came running.  "How was it?"

Kevin collapsed into Jason's arms.  Jason staggered, but held his
companion.  "It was wonderful."

Jason put Kevin to bed upstairs.  He came back to Chris' alcove and stepped
inside.  Touching Chris, Jason sent him back to when he had found him, at
the snobby faculty party, but unlike many men he had captured and returned,
Jason sent Chris back without reversing his time, allowing him to keep his
memories of his experience with Kevin.  The party had been months ago.
When Chris had disappeared and nothing but an empty room remained, Jason
wondered where Chris was today.