The Lifter

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.