Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2019 10:20:32 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 18 Chapter 18 When I'd first arrived on the island I'd made a short, get-acquainted ramble around the spacious grounds, but there was a lot that I hadn't seen. I decided to go out before dinner and see what else I could see of the island. I had an hour or so before they began serving. Maybe I would walk off the sexual energy the boy "alien" had generated in me. My steps took me down to the water and eventually over to a small lagoon, a beautiful crescent-shaped beach about a quarter mile from the resort. I'd only seen it once from a little distance, but hadn't really checked it out. It was a pleasant day, not too hot by tropical standards and with a soft breeze. I decided to catch a few late afternoon rays. As I made may way over rocks and patches of sand I noticed I was not alone. Up ahead there were three figures, and as I eyed them I could see they were naked. Upon approaching more closely they were obviously two tallish boys and a man, and I heard low sounds of laughter and banter. Part of me knew I should give them their privacy, but I was also curious. I decided to play spy. It wasn't too hard to approach them without being seen. Most of the lagoon was ringed with mangroves but on the side from which I approached there was a small cliff that descended toward the water with some big rock outcroppings, and more boulders here and there on the sand. I crept from one to the next, until I was within about 60 feet of the threesome. Crouching into the sand behind a boulder, I studied them. The man, like so many of the guests at Young Lovers, was older, perhaps in his late fifties. He was balding and pink with too much sun. He had a mat of gray hair on his chest and a good sized belly, obvious even as he lay on his back. Of course my attention turned quickly to the boys. The first thing I was surprised to notice was that the boys might have been twins, although at that distance I couldn't be sure. Their small regular features seemed very similar. One had long straight brown hair past his shoulders and, though he seemed caucasian, was tanned the color of dark honey. The other had much shorter hair and was as white as snow. Another obvious difference was that the light-skinned one had a smallish cock, whereas the dark boy's cock was more than twice as big, though still soft, and it swung from side to side as he danced about in the sand with the other boy, seemingly putting on a show for the man's benefit. Seeing this difference, I thought to myself, OK, they can't be twins. They appeared to be about 16. I eyed the space between me and them. There were no more hiding places -- if I tried to move closer they'd surely see me. I squinted, trying to see better. After a minute or two the boys dropped down in the sand next to the man, still with much quiet laughter. The man reached both arms out to the side and embraced one boy with each, pulling them next to him. He then began kissing them in turn. Then there was silence, as the boys began kissing the man, first on the lips and face, then all over his body. Before long the white-skinned twin was kneeling between the man legs, his face buried in his crotch, while the browner twin knelt over the man's chest, fisting his now engorged cock and rubbing it over the man's face. In another minute he had slipped it half way into the man's mouth and, gripping the back of the man's head and arching backward, he began slowly hunching his cock in and out. His eyes seemed to be closed. His other arm dangled at his side as he gracefully moved. He fucked the man's mouth with an air of ease and confidence. The other twin was now bobbing his head more rapidly, and, though I could no longer see the man's face because of the position of the dark twin's knee, there was something about his posture that confirmed what I naturally assumed -- that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Even if I hadn't been left sexually unfulfilled by Ian the scene in front of me would certainly have gotten me hard. As it was, I needed to cum in the worst way, and so I decided, what the hell. I untied the swim trunks I was wearing, slipped out of them and tossed them aside. I knelt in the sand, still shielded by the large boulder, and began to slowly jack off as I watched. Before long the browner boy shifted position, moving now to kneel over the man's face so he could get a better angle for fucking his big cock down the man's throat. He gripped the man's head now with both hands and, still moving with practiced slowness, glided his hips forward and slightly down, then back and slightly up. His small ass clenched and hunched, then relaxed and arched, over and over. His eyes were still closed, his mouth slightly open. He was clearly getting more into it. Meanwhile the other twin had reached into a little daypack for some lube and was slicking up the man's cock. Once he was satisfied he put the lube aside, then moved forward on his knees until he was inches from the other boy. He was going to fuck himself on the man's cock. My hand moved faster on my own cock. I wished I had some of that lube. I spat quietly a few times and then resumed stroking. That was a little better. My eyes were glued to the hot scene in front of me. The white boy reached behind him and grabbed the man's cock. He pulled it upward -- I could just make out the head -- and then tucked it between his ass cheeks. He moved around tentatively, feeling for a fit. Finally, satisfied, he rose up slightly, and then slowly began sitting down. Despite the big cock filling his mouth the man groaned loudly enough that I could clearly hear it, as the light-skinned twin sank down on it. The boy threw his head back, and I could hear a soft groan. The boy in back began rising a bit onto his knees, them sitting back down, rising up, then down, at first a bit awkwardly, then more smoothly as he and the man found a rhythm. As he fucked himself he began slowly stroking his own erection, which looked to be a five or six incher, his fist moving smoothly along the shaft, caressing the head briefly, then gliding slowly down into his pubes. I watched the long muscles of his slim thigh clench and relax, his little butt pillow slightly each time he sat down on the man's cock, the flat muscles if his chest clench as he stroked himself. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, closer and closer. I sped up my stroking as I watched the beautiful brown ass of the front boy clench firmly, thrusting into the man's mouth. With every thrust he'd hold himself there a second before slowly pulling out. His hands stroked the man's scalp as he firmly gripped him. I could hear him gasping and panting, his eyes still closed. The man's hands came up now, and he gripped the boy's hips, as if to better guide him. The boy's lusciously dark, golden body glistened with sweat. My orgasm was close. The front boy fell forward, bracing himself with his hand on the sand above the man's head, driving his cock now directly downward into the man. The man's fingers grasped the boy's lean butt spasmodically. I fell forward as well, onto the rock, supporting myself with my forearm. Someone groaned loudly. My orgasm was right there, hovering within me, waiting, building, cresting. The light-skinned boy gave a cry, and began cumming, shooting a virtual fountain of silver juice, the late afternoon sun catching it flying through the air and onto the back of the other boy's brown thighs. That was it. Eyes closed, fist flailing, my forehead now on my forearm against the rock, I began cumming. The pleasure hit me hard, and I must have lost track of where I was, who was there, the sea, the sand, the rocks, everything but the incredible pleasure blasting through me as my juice splattered heavily on the sand. Finally it was over and I squeezed the last of my juice out of me. I rested a minute until my panting slowed, then slowly sat back on my heels, and almost jumped out of my skin. There standing over me was a frowning man and the most beautiful twins I had ever seen in my life. For a moment we were all frozen to the spot. "Man, that is not right!" the man finally exclaimed. "Not fuckin' right at all!" I stumbled for a response. "I -- I'm sorry. I don't -- I mean I didn't want to, you know, invade your privacy--" "Well I guess that's what you just did, isn't it!" "Um--" The dark brown boy spoke up. "It woulda been cool if you'd just joined in." He had a placid, blue-eyed gaze, a calm, untroubled face, and a melodious voice. He did seem about 16. I noticed he wore a peace symbol around his neck on a thong, and had a small tattoo on one shoulder. He seemed to not care that seven inches of semi-hard cock drooled onto the sand. There was something about his serenity that held me captive for a moment. The man still stared at me. "I don't know about that, but you've just ruined our afternoon!" he complained, with a disgusted gesture. The brown boy looked at him. "You and I haven't cum yet. It's not ruined." He placed a reassuring hand on the man's shoulder. For a moment he seemed like a mature adult reassuring an upset child. "Yeah, come on Ted, let's keep going," the white-skinned boy offered. "I'll just leave you guys in peace," I said, getting up and grabbing my suit. "I -- you boys are just so hot I couldn't resist, but I should have. I'm sorry." I extended my hand to the man, attempting to make peace. He was having none of it. He glared at me and dismissed me with a wave of the swim suit he held in one hand. "I'm heading back." He turned and glared over his shoulder at the boys. "You coming?" The brown boy turned to leave with the man and called to me, "Peace and love always, man." The man stopped in his tracks. "What's that hippie shit?" he snarled. The boy looked at him blankly. "He just made a mistake. He's our brother, man." "For Christ's sake! You guys think it's the sixties or something? I shoulda known from that stupid peace thing you got on. I'm done with you weirdos. Don't come to my place tonight. I'll be outa here tomorrow, but I can find somebody else to keep me company who isn't some -- fuckin' dope-smoking loser." The man stomped off. "Sorry man -- we still love you!" the boy called after him. The man didn't turn around. "Wow, I -- all I can say is, it looks like I really fucked things up for you," I stumbled. The boys looked at each other and each burst into a grin, then looked at me. "Well, not really," the light skinned one said. "Yeah," the other one chimed in. "He wasn't too much fun to be with. He's just kind of an angry guy, I guess." "He needs more love than we could give him," the light-skinned one offered. These boys were impressive -- so wise and mature -- and I found myself concerned for them. "Won't you get in trouble? You're supposed to make the customers happy, you know." The boys both shrugged. "Maybe," the darker boy said. "But Marco trusts us, I think. I'm not worried." The other twin nodded. "Well, I guess if you're not worrying then I won't either," I grinned. The dark boy stretched his arms to the sky, facing the setting sun, arching his slim belly and big swaying cock in my general direction. "It's too beautiful today to worry!" he said with a laugh. "It's like this every day," his twin commented. "Well, then there's never a reason to worry!" He turned and gazed placidly at me. "My name's Kip. That's Alric." "Hi boys. I'm Mike." I reached out for the boy's hand. Instead he stepped forward and embraced me, then stepped aside as his brother did the same. "Well that's a nice way to meet!" I exclaimed. They both smiled. There was a pause. "Hey, wanna see something?" Kip said with a grin. "You gonna show him?" Alric questioned. "We decided, didn't we? I get a good vibe from Mike, don't you?" Alric nodded with a smile. This was odd. These boys seemed to already have known who I was. Kip turned to me. "You'll be cool, right?" I didn't exactly know what he meant by that, but I was going wherever these fascinating boys led. "I was born cool!" I replied enthusiastically. "Whatever it is, let's go!" I followed the boys back to the spot where'd then been having sex with the man so Alric could recover his day pack. Then they led me farther on down the shore. As we walked I was entranced by their beautiful bodies, so identical in their medium height, slim, broad-shouldered shape and graceful, compact movements, yet so completely different in skin color. Either Kip spent virtually every waking hour in the sun or else his skin was artificially enhanced in some way. I remembered Butch had said something about tanning treatments. The boy's long, absolutely straight hair, parted simply in the center, swayed against his shoulders as he walked. Alric, who seemed the slightly shyer one, a bit more of a follower perhaps, had medium-short hair, uniform in length all over, that made him look a bit like a fuzzy little animal of some sort. It was perhaps not as sexy as Kip's long locks, but very cute nevertheless. As Kip forged on a couple of steps ahead Alric dropped back a bit to walk next to me. I eyed his slim but sturdy legs, his calves and shins showing a light feathering of hair. Like his brother he seemed to have very little body fat. Although neither boy looked worked out their slim muscles seemed very defined. I watched Alric's thigh muscles as they tensed and relaxed. His flat, eight-pack abdomen was so free of any fat I could see blue veins standing out slightly from his lower belly as they surged downward and out of sight into his brown pubic bush. He looked at me sideways and saw me checking him out. For some reason I looked away quickly, but not before I saw a little smile creep over Alric's face. "It's cool," he said. Kip heard him. "Hm?" he turned and asked, still walking. "Mike was just kind of checking me out." "Yeah?" Kip grinned. He dropped back so we all three walked in line. "He's hot, isn't he?" I had to grin and nod, looking back and forth from one to the other. "You can have me if you want," Alric said, gazing straight into my eyes. "We believe in free love," explained Kip. I nodded, not exactly understanding, but liking it, whatever was going on. "Young Lovers charges men for sex, which is OK for them, but we give it away," said Kip. "It's natural. It's what all creatures do. We're just creatures of nature." "Can you imagine not making love every day? I can't," proclaimed Alric. "I certainly can't imagine it if I spent any time around you two," I said with a laugh. They both smiled. Before long we came to the end of the little lagoon. The boys led me inland then, straight into a thicket of mangrove. It at first appeared impassible but they pointed out a little trail and we wound our way inland, walking single file for several minutes. The mangroves ended at the face of a small cliff. We eased our way between the cliff face and the trees for several more minutes, me stumbling a couple of times over twisting mangrove roots as the late afternoon light continued to fade. A good sized cave suddenly yawned open before us. Kip and Alric plopped down just inside the cave entrance. There were a few pieces of charred wood inside a rough circle of stones, and we arranged ourselves around the little fire pit. Kip looked at each of us with an expectant smile. "This is where we have our worship ceremony," he announced, a bit proudly. "Worship? What do you worship?" I asked. "Not what -- who," he said. "OK, who?" Alric answered quietly, "The god of love." I looked at the two boys. They weren't smiling. "Love is the only god," Kip said, looking me in the eye. "We worship him every time we fuck. Every time we suck." "Yeah. And every time we even look at somebody hot and admire him," Alric said. "Or her," added Kip. "Every kiss, every lick . . ." Alric murmured. ". . . every . . . " Kip paused, framing his words. "Every, you know, kind word, even, or every time we touch." My eyes went from one boy to the other. They were absolutely serious. ******************************** We were quiet as I tried to absorb all this. Darkness settled into the cave. Kip got up and searched among some rubble at the back of the cave and returned with an armload of broken mangrove and a butane lighter. Alric drew a scrap of paper from his pack, and using these meager supplies they got a fire going in just a couple of minutes. We gazed at the rising flames together. "Ok, so if you worship the god in every act of sex, every act of love, then why do you need a ceremony in this cave?" Shadows danced over Kip's face as he smiled. "It's for initiation." "Initiation? Me?" "Yes." "Why me? Just cause I watched you and you turned me on so much I had to jack off? I bet half the guests on the island would have done the same thing! I mean, they're all here on his island worshipping too, right? I--" "We've watched you," Kip said, his smile broadening. "Huh? I never even saw you guys before!" "We saw you. And we've heard things. We know you helped Donte learn to love sex," he continued. "And we know you got Joon to, kind of . . . " "You changed him," Alric said quietly. "Everyone can see it. He treats people different now. It's like -- you opened his heart." Kip continued. "And most of all, you saved our friend. He was drowning, and now he's better." "You mean Jack?" "He's beautiful. Not just his looks, his heart. You saved him, Mike. Thank you." Kip leaned forward, placed his hand behind my head, and gave me a long tender kiss. I fell into it as naturally as breathing. "We haven't initiated very many people," said Alric, as Kip and I slowly broke our kiss. "Most people don't understand. The god they worship is the god of sex. That's what they're worshipping on the island. All of them -- guests and boys. But you know the truth. It's the god of love. Sex is just his . . . " Alric was stumped. "I think I know what you're saying," I said. "It reminds me of the ancient gods of Greece: their true nature was so bright and powerful most mortals couldn't take it to look at them. So the gods took on more ordinary shapes when they talked to humans. Most humans never knew their true glory. Sex is the ordinary shape. Love is the true glory." The boys looked at each other with triumphant smiles. "Yep!" Kip cried, nodding happily. "Yep!" Alric cried back. I guess I had shown I deserved to make the cut. "So what do we do?" I asked. "First we have to bring the god in," announced Kip. Alric began fumbling in his daypack. He brought out a small fabric wallet, of the sort one takes to the beach. He popped open the velcro. The pocket contained several large grayish pills. He reached in and took three out. He showed them to us in his open palm. He looked at me and paused, as if uncertain. "We trust him," Kip commented quietly. Alric kept gazing at me. "This is a secret, right? No one can know." I nodded. "Of course. But what is it? A drug?" Alric kept one pill for himself and passed the others to Kip, who took them and handed one to me. "It's how we call the god to us," Alric explained with a serious look. "We always keep some with us." "How'd you get these?" Did these boys have some sort of access to drugs? The boys looked at each other. "Don't ask that," Alric replied, his gaze as serene as ever. I shrugged and nodded. "Now we ask him to enter all of us and possess us," Kip announced. They both sat motionless, so I followed suit. They appeared to be meditating. We sat for several minutes in silence, connected in a little chain. Finally Kip reached into the daypack and brought out a small metal water bottle. He swallowed his pill with some water. Alric did the same. They passed the water to me. I looked at the pill, wondering what I was getting myself into. I looked at the boys' faces, and felt reassured somehow. I swallowed the pill with the last of the water. Nothing happened for a few minutes. We remained in comfortable silence. Kip tossed some more wood on the fire, and the shadows danced over the boys' faces and bodies. The fire made them glow a dull orange. I began staring at the little tendrils of smoke that rose from the fire and worked their way up to the stone above us and then disappeared into tropical night air outside the cave. I don't know how long I watched them; the delicacy of their movements was fascinating. Right about the time I noticed an odd lightness and a sort of tingling in my fingers and hands, Kip rose to his feet and began to move. He sort of swayed gently from one side to the other, then raised his hands and began swaying more forcefully. He made a kind of humming noise. His eyes were closed. This did not seem at all unusual to me -- it seemed completely appropriate. Alric moved in front of him on his knees. He raised his hands in the air too, and then paced them on Kip's swaying body. He gently caressed him with his fingertips, dragging them slowly, weaving side to side, down his brother's brown chest, ever so lightly over his narrow belly, then downward, through his pubes, then barely caressing his cock, then onto his lean thighs and down to his knees. Then he raised up and began the slow journey downward again. It seemed, as I watched his relaxed fingers trail over his brother's skin, that my eyes were making his fingers move. I concentrated on making his fingertips linger over Kip's nipples -- and they did! Next I focused on Kip's navel. With ferocious intensity I willed Alric's index fingertip to circle and caress there. It did. Then I focused on Kip's cock. It was no longer flaccid and hanging straight down but slightly engorged, and beginning to rise just slightly. I stared at it, feeding it power, feeding it love, willing it to lengthen and thicken and rise. Before it had a chance Kip dropped to a sitting position and Alric took his place. The light-skinned boy repeated Kip's sensuous dance of worship while Kip repeated the fingertip tracery Alric had performed on him. It seemed to go on forever. Alric's cock soared into the air. My head felt light, like a helium balloon, and it seemed I might float a few inches off the ground. There was murmuring and humming -- it may have been my own, or theirs, or both. The fire burned hotter and brighter now, and I could feel sweat trickling down my chest.. My cock called for my attention and I looked down. It was splitting hard. Just then Kip and then Alric grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. They knelt in front of me and both began tracing their fingertips down my chest. I raised my hand and swayed as they had done. We hummed together a tuneless chant. When they reached my cock they both slowly traced their fingertips over it, down, around, up, back, and down again, as pleasure whirled through my brain. I kept swaying, allowing the god to fill me. Fingers trailed through my pubes, over my balls, over my ass, in my crack, down my groin. Then I felt lips, and then a tongue, then two tongues. Hands gripped me more firmly now, supporting me as I swayed, my balance no longer feeling sure. A face buried itself in my groin, then lips suckled my cockhead. The boys were standing next to me on either side. One of them held a container, a metal water bottle. I knew I had seen it before, but couldn't remember when. He held the opening of it against my cockhead, while he stroked my cock with his other hand. The other, perhaps Kip, trailed his fingertips over my ass and caressed my balls. My head fell back and my mind whirled. My cock felt huge, and then like it was splitting open. It was raging hot in the cave and I was sweating profusely. Pleasure rose in my cock. The hand gripped it harder and flew up and down with unrelenting pressure. I screamed and I think I rose up onto my toes and hot lava poured out of me and into the bottle, and then into a sucking, licking mouth, and I pumped into that mouth time and time and time again, and the mouth surged all way down to my pubes and flattened itself there and the hot glove of a throat squeezed out another surge of cum, and another. I was on the floor of the cave looking upward. Above me was the god of love, possessing a beautiful boy as his fist flew up and down his own cock, a huge organ with a swollen head and a red eye that snapped open and shut with each pounding of the fist, and a straining brown belly above it, and pubes matted with sweat, and wide-apart legs trembling and tensing, and then a great yell and semen shot into the bottle's mouth, and over a wrist and onto a leg and then onto my chest and my face, and the yelling continued and the god's body swirled and snapped and hair flew and more semen flew, and then the yelling stopped and the fist stopped. As soon as it was over another cock, smaller but hard and beautiful in its stone whiteness, was being tortured by another flying fist, and a repeated, strangled cry came over and over and over, and before long sticky strings twirled through the air and the fist flew in a blur and more cries and more and then finally the cock immersed itself in the neck of the bottle and a foot banged my shoulder as it moved spasmodically and then I saw a gob of silver slime make its slow way down the side of the bottle and a hand gently, carefully placed the bottle down out if sight and then bodies pressed against me and arms wrapped around me and even though it was like an oven in there I was content to be embraced because I knew I was in the embrace of the god. *********************************** I awoke, or became aware of being awake. Someone moved against me. I looked around and knew I was somewhere familiar, but I didn't quite remember where. I knew two boys were with me, though. Then I remembered a long-haired one with brown skin and a white, short-haired one, and with the memory came a sweet feeling of peace. And what were their names? A boy stood up. It was nearly pitch dark, but I knew It was the browner boy, because I could just make out his hair swaying. Then I remembered a cave, a fire. He threw some wood on the embers and in a moment flames began to rise again and I could see a bit more. He grabbed my hand and pulled, and I rose unsteadily. He did the same to the other boy, who was even slower to rise. The long-haired boy had a water bottle in his hand. He raised it high, and the other boy grasped his hand and held the bottle aloft too. I added my hand to theirs. We then sat. The long-haired one began to speak. I struggled to understand his words, but they seemed to flow from him as a river of music, red and yellow music. Then the other spoke, and though I could make out nothing of what he said I knew somehow that this was a ritual, this was the culminating moment. I looked from one to the other. I could see little of their faces, just their large, wide-apart eyes, calm like the sea. They looked at me intently. Then Kip -- yes, that was the name -- extended his arm and swirled the bottle, as if to mix its contents, then raised the bottle slowly and drank a large swallow. He then passed it to me. I did the same, and thick, purple sound flowed down my throat, and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. I wondered if someone had walked over my grave. The other boy drank from the bottle too and I noticed the Adam's apple in his long white neck bobbing. He set the bottle down. We all looked at each other. We all had erections. In a moment the brown boy lay on his back, then pulled on me until I moved awkwardly between his legs. Then he drew his knees back with his hands. He was offering himself to me in the dark. Without thinking I moved forward and rooted with my cock between his buttocks. He guided my hand to the right spot, then let go. I think he was saying something, but maybe not. Maybe it was just with his touch that he said, "Go ahead. I want you in me. I love you. We all love each other. The god is in us all." I leaned my weight forward on my arms. There was no resistance at all -- he yielded to my thrust instantly and completely. I was amazed. I kept sinking in until I was entirely embedded in him. I lay there in surprise, feeling intensely horny yet strangely uninterested in moving. I felt the other one, Alric, moving behind me. I felt him feeling my ass, searching for my hole. I was glad. I spread my legs wide to help him. Fingers gently explored me until he found the spot. Then I felt the bluntness of his cockhead nestle against me. it was a joy to relax and open for him, and I resolved to make his lube-free entry as easy as mine had been a moment earlier. Just as I had done a moment before he slowly sank into me until I felt his coarse pubes smashing against my butt. The three of us lay motionless. The boy who was now in me, or somebody, began to hum, and the vibration of the hum went through all of us as we lay cemented together in ecstasy. Finally he began to move his cock in me. Very gentle, small movements. After a moment they became slightly longer, stronger motions. It was my turn to move. On his next slide in I hunched back at him, drawing out a bit from the boy below me. Then I felt the cock pulling part way out of me and I shoved firmly back into the boy below. He breathed something in my ear, and I was surprised to be able to understand the word. It was "yes." I felt the boy behind -- Alric -- sliding another couple of inches into me, and I pulled out from the boy below me accordingly. When I slid back in, he whispered, "I love you." The next time I slid in, I heard myself whisper, "You are beautiful." As I pulled back and Alric slid in, a bit harder than before, he whispered, "Fuck yeah," in my ear. After another few minutes gentleness had given way to forcefulness and whispers to cries. These boys were noisy lovers and I joined their yells and curses, cries and shrieks with enthusiasm. It seemed as if this was not our first time, that we had cum together before. Maybe that was why we were able to screw on and on and on, yelling and squirming, kissing and squeezing, caressing and licking, moaning and begging. I realized it was like those last five ecstatic seconds before orgasm, prolonged minute after minute after minute. I knew we had taken a drug of some kind. Big grey pills. Was it the drug that kept the ecstasy going and going? These incredible boys had said something about God. Was it God that was in us now? I didn't know, and somewhere in the back of my mind was the vague idea that I must definitely figure it out sometime. My cock was starting to feel sore and fatigue was stealing into my muscles. There was some desperation in Kip's pants and gasps under me and in the way Alric began clutching at my arms and shoulders spasmodically as he rammed into me. Suddenly I remembered. The good of love was in us. The twins had brought him in. Words came over me. "Almost ready?" I cried. "Yeah!" Alric panted. Kip squinched his eyes shut. "Another minute!" "Hang on, Alric!" I yelled. "Kay" he yelled back, slowing his tempo just a bit. "Tell us when, Kip! Let the god take us all at once!" "Kay! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm--" he hummed loudly, gritting his teeth, his head thrown back. "--Mmmmmmmmmmaaaahhhhhh -- OK!" he shouted. Instantly Alric slammed into me with a scream and I felt his hot cum flood me. That pushed me over and with a bellow I began firing into Kip. In a second or two I felt warm sticky goo against my belly as the boy under me gasped, "AH!! AH!! AH!! AH!!" As intense as the physical pleasure was there was an indescribable emotion washing over me in waves as my orgasm subsided. The feeling remained as I withdrew from Kip and the three of us collapsed into each other. I think I may have sobbed a bit. Finally we were still. We were all bathed in sweat, sticky from each other's cum, and still loopy from the effects of the drug, but I for one had never been happier. *********************************** Awhile later -- time was a very vague thing that night -- the three if us were waist deep in the warm water of the lagoon, splashing the sweat and cum off each other. We didn't talk much -- it just wasn't necessary. Eventually I retrieved my trunks and put them back on, and the twins put on very short levis shorts they had had rolled up in Alric's daypack. We headed back to the resort. As we trudged up the little rise on which the resort perched I noticed the sky over the ocean was lightening a bit. Could it be dawn already? "Man, what time is it?" I asked. "Time to get ready for school, I guess!" Alric answered. "You guys gonna go to class without eating? We didn't have any dinner last night -- I'm starved!" I exclaimed. "We'll eat sometime. I wanna get this salt off me back in the dorm. There's plenty of time. We'll go to breakfast. Unless someone wants to make love," answered Kip matter of factly. I looked at him questioningly. He gave me his serene gaze back. "Whenever somebody wants love we give it," Alric explained. "Anybody?" I asked, feeling slightly deflated. "Guests, boys, staff, it doesn't matter. The god of love comes to them though us," Kip said. "It's what we're here for," added Alric. "You're like his --" I couldn't think of the word. "His avatars," finished Kip. "We think so." I thought about the untroubled serenity of these boys -- it was almost as if they were above human emotion, human limitation. Could it be? A chill passed through me at the thought that these boys were in some way more than human. Just at that moment Kip put an arm around me and gave a peck on the cheek. "On the other hand, maybe we're just two ordinary guys who really like sex," he chuckled. We approached one of the dorms and Kip signaled that this was their stop. "Hey, I'd really like to interview you guys for the article I'm writing," I said. "Can I meet you at breakfast?" They looked at each other. "Uh, sure," Kip replied. "We'll probly be there at 7 when it opens. Unless, you know, something comes up." I grinned and grabbed playfully at his crotch. "Something like this?" He ducked out of my way with a grin, and headed off with his brother toward the dorm.