My sincere apologies for the very belated update. Busy times at this end…but trust me, I'd rather be writing :) ~~ November 17th, 1944 ‘Little Grubsttip’, Syracuse, Italy ~~~ “C’mere, kid. Lie down on this.” I issued the instructions as I finished spreading the blanket I’d brought with us down on a patch of soft, damp grass. I stood back and surveyed the spot I had selected to host this rite of passage, this coming of an age. The tree cover here was a bit on the thin side, but I was convinced the little glade would protect us from unseen prying eyes and accidental encounters. I turned back to Justin who was still standing timidly just by the edge of the glade, naked, motionless in the spot where I’d left him a few moments earlier. He had come here unclothed and exposed at my specific request; so I could witness his body bathed in a halo of bright morning light, his hair shining saffron gold, his eyes blazing cobalt. Natural, pure, glowing with the innocence he was about to give up to and for me. Rewarded now beyond my wildest dreams, I thought he could easily be the most perfect and beautiful creature even to have walked the planet. Even the achiest trees, with their harlequin and olive-coloured leaves, seemed to bend their majestic heads to his unearthly perfection, trailing their long, leafy fingers in the shimmering water of the stream that ran alongside us. My fallen angel. My golden boy. Inner turmoil was manifesting itself on Justin’s beautiful face and in the depths of his eyes; lust and fear, desire and apprehension, need and rejection, all struggling for dominance. Seeing and understanding this juxtaposition, I went back to him and took his hand, my senses vibrating with so much desire and excitement that the soft curl of his delicate fingers around mine almost sent me soaring over the edge. “You’re ready for this,” I assured him in a whisper, stroking the back of my fingers softly down the side of his face. He closed his eyes, slowly let out the breath he’d been holding, and leaned into my touch. “You’re strong enough. This is what you want, isn’t it?” “I want…I want to be with you…I want to feel you inside me.” His words were halting and softly spoken, but the underlying tones of resolve and certainty were being shouted from the mountaintops. “No matter what happens after that, whether I die tomorrow or live forever…I’ll die a happy man.” I didn’t respond to the words because I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Did this boy realize the implications of the commission he’d just laid across my shoulders? I could only swear blindly to myself I wouldn’t let him down. “It’s time,” I told him softly. I swept Justin up into my arms, astonished by how light he was. I carried him over to the blanket, knelt, and carefully laid him down on it, feeling his eyes locked on my face. I stood and gazed down on him, admiring him while he lay there, silent and still, waiting. Justin was very thin, almost to the point of emaciation, and I wasn’t sure if it was this or his natural pallor that made his skin look almost transparent. I could see every bone etched as if in marble, networks of violet-blue veins and scarlet arteries running across and around and beneath them. My eyes were drawn to all the delicate hollows of his body; the place his collar bones met, the dip at the base of his sternum, the concavity between his pelvic bones. He shifted uneasily, and I realized my staring had made him uncomfortable. Mentally shaking myself, I quickly turned my attention to the belt of the khaki slacks I’d thrown on, and hastily pulled them off. I snatched up the leather pouch containing the items we’d need, and went to kneel on the blanket at his feet. “Spread your legs for me.” Justin obediently opened his legs, bending his knees and planting his feet flat on the ground, offering himself to me. He was propped up on his elbows, his neck craned to keep his eyes riveted on my face. He was trembling slightly, all his muscles tense and poised. But he was also excited, hard and erect. “Lie back,” I ordered softly, admiring my golden boy, exposed, ready and waiting for me and me alone. “Try to calm down. You need to be relaxed or this will hurt a lot more.” “Touch me,” Justin whimpered pleadingly, resiliently remaining propped up, gazing at me imploringly. “Please…I want…to feel safe.” Safe? I’d been the one who’d told he I put him in mortal danger just by being with him. I’d only yesterday almost sent him on a fool’s errand that may well have ended in his death. I’d just this morning made him walk naked for half a mile, to an unknown destination where I could have done anything to him. And yet I still made him feel safe. Safer than he had ever felt. It made no sense at all…which was why I trusted it. “You want me to touch you?” I asked him quietly, seductively playful. I ran my hands up his shins and down his thighs, marvelling at the softness of his skin even there. Letting my hands rove up his body, I caressed goosebumps along his sides and over his belly with one hand, while the other went to his cock, lightly stroking and teasing. The boy shuddered and whimpered, laying his head back on the blanket and twisting it from side to side, his hair spreading out like a golden fan. I pressed right up against him on my knees, forcing his heels to touch the base of his pelvis. I watched his face carefully, but I saw no sign of obvious discomfort at this contortion. The kid was pretty damn flexible. Still stroking him steadily with one hand, just enough to excite him, I fumbled beside me for the leather pouch with the other hand. I managed to pull the draw string open and extracted a condom and the small vile of glycerine I’d had to pay three arms and six legs for. Glycerine was the best lubricant there was, so it was what Justin would get, whatever the price. Justin opened his eyes and looked down his body at me, as I fumbled to put the condom on one-handed. I smiled back at him reassuringly as I felt his body start to tense again, his toes bunching the fabric of the blanket. “Why do we need a condom?” he asked, his voice soft and husky. I thought he might just be playing for time; trying to put off the inevitable pain in favour of my caresses for a moment longer. But his question was too important to ignore. “We have to be safe,” I answered, pausing in my stroking to lay my hand on his belly. I looked hard into his eyes, my voice stern and serious. “Never let anyone fuck you without a condom. Promise me that.” “I promise.” He whispered almost silently, returning my hard look. After a moment, his hands went to the one on his abdomen, his fingers curling around mine. “I’m ready…do it now. Please.” I looked down at him and smiled again, because the plea had sounded like ‘let’s-get-this-over-with’ and I knew he was scared. I adjusted our position so that I was kneeling with a leg on either side of his body, my knees level with the base of his ribcage. I pulled his feet out from between us and positioned them on the outside of my thighs so he was still open, but his knees weren’t bent to unnaturally. I uncorked the tiny vile and poured a small pool of glycerine into the palm of my left hand. Carefully, I twirled the index and middle finger of my right hand in the oily liquid. When they were liberally coated, I reached down between my legs and smeared the condom with the residual fluid, making sure Justin could see what I was doing. He made a small sound, a soft groan, and I smiled. “Relax,” I instructed, reaching down between us and placing my finger softly against his entrance. “Take a deep breath.” I pushed my finger inside him and he jerked, seizing up at first, but then relaxing slightly when a laid a soothing hand on his stomach. I twisted my finger around slowly, taking the time to coat the passage well. He was making small mewing sounds and wriggling slightly, trying to adjust to the feeling, which I knew was somewhere between discomfort and pleasure. I tried hard to concentrate on the task at hand because just watching him squirm like that was enough to make me want to cum then and there. When I slid my middle finger in along side the first finger, he let out a small cry of pain and inadvertently tried to jerk away from me. I wrapped an arm around his bent leg to keep him in the position I wanted, and began to stretch him open for me. I could tell from the expression on his face that what had been merely discomfort was rapidly becoming pain. “Relax,” I whispered to him again, stroking his belly to sooth and comfort him “Don’t seize up…let me in…” After about two minutes, I pulled my fingers out of him, satisfied that he was as ready as he would ever be. I shifted my position and leaned over him, hovering along the length of his body supported by my knees and elbows. I told him to wrap his legs around my waist, which he did obediently, locking his ankles at the small of my back. I took his face in my hands, cradling his head in my palms. His expression was a mask of apprehension and trepidation, but his eyes were still alive with the flame of desire and determination. I lowered my head and kissed his forehead gently before looking into his eyes. “This is going to hurt, you know that,” I told him softly, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across his face. “But I promise it will be worth it. You know I would never do anything to harm you.” Justin shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them and looked straight back at me, nodding once. I kissed his face again, and felt him touch his lips to my chin in return. He slid his hands up my arms before letting them come to rest on my shoulders, holding onto me as if for dear life. He looked straight into my eyes and nodded again, once. I quickly aligned myself, then slid my hands under has body to cup his shoulders, allowing me the leverage I’d need. Taking a deep breath, I pulled sharply with my arms and pushed off with my feet, trusting myself deep inside him. I heard myself cry out because the constriction was so intense; he was so impossibly tight. I looked down and saw Justin’s head thrown back against the blanket, teeth clenched, eyes screwed shut, agony etched on every facial feature. His body was immediately tensed, every muscle clenched against the pain of the entry. His fingers gripped the skin of my shoulders so tightly it would later leave finger-shaped bruises. “Shh…it’s Ok, it’s OK,” I assured him, trying to stroke the lines of agony from his face with my finger tips. He began to make kneading, gasping whimpers, his body too tense even to let him breathe properly. I had to almost shout before he understood that I was talking to him. “Justin, relax and fucking breathe…yeah, good boy…now try and push me out, as hard as you can, c’mon…that’s it.” Very gradually, I felt the rings of muscle start to relax and I used the opportunity to thrust in deeper. Justin wasn’t ready for this, and he let out a wail of pain and went tense and rigid again. I gently coaxed him into relaxing again so I could begin moving inside him, showing him what this was really about. I began to thrust into him slowly, using only my hips so I could maintain my hold on his upper body. Each time I moved forward, I claimed his mouth and lips with my own, relived and elated that I felt him react and respond to every one of the sloppy wet kisses. The pain was overridden by pleasure remarkably quickly for Justin. He began to meet my thrusts by pulling up against me with his legs around my waist. His gasped breaths evolved into hisses and little mews of ecstasy and pleasure. As I felt myself rapidly approaching my own climax, I felt his lips on every part of my face and neck he could reach. He suddenly gave a scream of orgasmic euphoria, and I knew I pressed up against the spot inside him I’d been trying to find. Adjusting the position of my hips, I thrust in fast and hard, hitting the same spot over and over. Justin began to chant my name in a high-pitched, wailing mantra, arching off the ground and haphazardly jerking his hips violently up against mine. All of a sudden I felt him go rigid all over, his and eyes mouth open wide in an expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He threw his head back, crying out incomprehensible words, shuddering in the throws of a spectacular orgasm, as I felt the hot splash of his cum between us. His muscles clenched and contoured around me in waves, the rippling effect sending me higher and higher until I was soaring over the edge in a sensation so intense that I was momentarily blinded to all other sensation and thought. The euphoria, the pure elation and rapture, was almost too much to bear as I felt myself cumming harder than I ever had before. Fucking Ada and all things holy. I hauled Justin up bodily into my arms, shuddering with the aftershocks of my towering climax, sitting back on my knees with his legs still wrapped tightly around me. I was still buried deep inside him as I held his shaking, sweaty body flush against mine, wanting to mold our two entities into one. I stroked his hair and back tenderly with shaking hands, telling him I was so proud of him, of how strong he was. As I guided his head on my shoulder and felt his hot breath against my throat, I felt a wave of possessiveness and protection for this boy, my golden boy. I gradually became aware of his arms wrapped around my neck, clinging to me as if his life depended on it, as if he would shatter into thousands of pieces if he let go. I tightened my arms around him and pulled the whole length of his upper body against mine. He was mine now. Now I too would die a happy man.