Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2012 16:43:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Nicky Male Subject: "Night in the Caribbean" What follows is a story of pure fiction. It involves sex between consenting males and females and might hint at incest and/or sex with underage partners, but you'll have to read it to find out. If any of that offends you, or is illegal within the jurisdiction in which you reside, do not read it, leave now, and further, why are you even on this site? For the rest of you, I do hope you enjoy this story. Feedback, comments, criticism, and encouragement to continue the story are all welcome. My email is bi_nicky7 (at) yahoo dot com. -- My waiter for the evening was a very handsome young black man, of slim build, maybe five-foot-nine, and he couldn't have been more than a hundred and forty pounds. I say he was a young man; hell, he looked like he was still a boy. I asked him how long he had worked at the hotel, and he said it was his first season since finishing school. That would put him at eighteen, maybe just seventeen. He looked all of fifteen. He had very dark skin, and was perfectly smooth. Even his face gave nary a hit of facial hair to hide or roughen his soft features. He was wearing a loose white tank-top and white shorts, and every time he walked away from me, I clearly saw the small white thong he wore underneath the thin cotton shorts. His legs were slender and muscled, but not hard or harsh. More than once, after depositing a drink at my isolated corner of the bar, he glanced back and caught me admiring the view of him. Each time, he flashed a broad smile at me -- perfect white teeth. He told me his name was Louis -- pronounced "Louie," in the French manner. I was quite a contrast to Louis. I was six-foot-three, a muscular 220 pounds, and was more of a bear, with a thick carpet of brown and silver chest hair, lightly furry legs, and I was Caucasian. I had walked into the bar after an evening swim, and was wearing only sandals, a small black rio-style bikini, and a light gauze shirt, which I had left open. Hey, it was the beach, after all. It was getting close to midnight, and Louis told me his hours at the bar were over, and that he would be back the next evening. I gave him a generous tip -- more than a generous tip -- and he smiled broadly at me. I looked up and down his beautiful body, and smiled back. Louis slowly rolled the hundred dollar bill I had given him between his thumb and forefinger, and seemed to look me over. "Mr. H.," he said softly in his cute Caribbean accent, "there is a small men's room at the end of the hallway outside the bar. I have to go there to, um, to change clothes, and I will be there for ten minutes." Louis winked at me, confirming the invitation. I watched him go, aroused again by the view of his thong under his shorts, and a couple of minutes after he left the small club, having finished my last drink, I ambled casually through the dimly-lit bar to the hall. The public areas of the resort were practically deserted, as it was a Monday night, and now midnight. I found the men's room, and gently pressed the lever downward to open the door. I slipped into the small men's room and closed and locked the door behind me. There was only a counter with two sinks, one urinal, and one stall. Louis' shirt and shorts were already draped over the stall's partition, and Louis stepped out of the stall into view. He nearly took my breath away. "Mr H., I'm glad you came. Do you like what you see?" Slim and lithe body, skin the color of dark chocolate, and completely smooth. He was a head-to-toe vision of loveliness, definitely male, yet softly feminine. He was still wearing the little white thong, which I saw now was a thin, sheer nylon, and bulging luridly as it tried in vain to contain his swelling cock and large balls. Louis smiled at me as I stared at his impressive package. He slowly turned around, showing off his gorgeous black ass. The tiny thong showcased his hot, round butt nicely, contrasting with his dark skin as it circled his hips, the narrow T-back disappearing as it dove between his asscheeks. "Louis, I love what I see!" I told him. "Do you know how fucking hard my cock is for you?" "Ooh, Mr H!" he cooed with approval. I approached him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my stiff penis into his crack. I reached down and slid one hand into his thong, groping his cock and balls. "Do you want me, Mr. H.?" Louis whispered. "Yes, Louis," I breathed in his ear, "yes, I fucking want you." He turned around, slipped my shirt off my shoulders, and carefully draped it over the stall divider next to his own clothes. My little swimsuit came off next, and it joined my shirt. Louis wrapped one hand around my hard cock, stroking it slowly and gently with his long, slender, almost feminine fingers. I took him in my arms, pulled him close, and planted my mouth over his. Â His eyes closed, he opened his lips for me, and I pushed my tongue inside. Our tongues danced and twirled together as we explored each other. I sucked at his tongue eagerly, as though it were a small cock, signaling my intentions. After a moment, our kiss ended, and I slowly made my way down his youthful body, sucking and nibbling at his neck, his nipples, then trailing my tongue down his delightfully smooth and lightly rippled abs, and lingering for a moment to swirl around in his lovely belly button. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face into his loins. I could easily see Louis's dark skin through the thin nylon of his thong, and could make out the curl of his penis down, around, and under his large balls. I hooked my fingers over the narrow waistband of his thong, and gently tugged it down, past his hips. Now freed, Louis's cock sprang toward my face, and his loose, leathery scrotum dropped between his thighs. His cock was slim, perfectly smooth, all of nine inches long, and capped with a small, narrow head. His balls hung loosely six inches below the base of his gorgeous penis. I slipped my hand over his still-swelling cock, opened my mouth, and sucked him inside. His smooth, slender, firm penis slipped easily into my mouth, across my tongue, and as I pressed my lips further down his shaft, four inches of Louis's beautiful dick slid easily down my throat. Louis held his hands on the back of my head, pushing my face into his loins. My lips were wrapped around his root, and his balls rested just below my chin, and I reveled in the warm feeling of his nine inches of hot manhood in my mouth and throat. "Oh, Mr. H.," Louis breathed, "I never imagined!" I groaned appreciatively on his dick. I backed off his prick and started sucking him earnestly and hungrily. I stroked and sucked him, while groping and kneading his delicious ass with my other hand. He moaned as he humped my face, and frequently I pushed my mouth all the way down his dick, letting his prick slip down my throat, again and again. I stayed there, still, urging Louis to fuck my throat, to fuck my face, to use me for his sexual pleasure. Then I would go back to actively blowing him, suckling my hot, young, black colt, longing for his sweetly-salty man-milk, sucking him hungrily. I sucked Louis for only three or four minutes, and as I caressed and massaged his balls, I felt his sac tighten. As many young men do, he came quickly, easily, and abundantly. Louis cried out softly, and his prick leapt and twitched in my mouth as spurt after spurt of his sweet sperm flooded my mouth. I swallowed his semen, then pressed my mouth all the way to the base of his cock, sucking him into my throat, letting him shoot some of his hot seed straight into my waiting belly. Wanting to taste more of him, I backed off his gorgeous black dick again, savoring the remainder of his orgasm. His youthful virility was delightful, and after three or four more big spurts of his sticky-slimy semen, his ejaculations slowed to large surges, then slow oozes of tasty seed. He kept cumming in my mouth for nearly a half a minute as I swallowed his delicious jizz. Finally spent, I let his cock slip from my mouth. I got up and again took him in my arms and kissed him, letting both our tongues slither together in what remained of his sperm in my mouth. As we stood there, lips locked together, I lifted Louis easily, turned, and set him on the edge of the counter between the two sinks. I lifted his legs up and onto my shoulders, enjoying the easy flexibility of this lithe youth in my arms. Louis reached for the pump bottle of hand lotion that was there at the lavatory, and he squeezed several squirts of the cool, white lotion onto my rock-hard cock. He closed his hand around me, smoothing the lotion up and down my length, while I pumped four or five shots of the lotion onto my own fingers, and worked the slippery lotion around and into his asshole. Louis gasped as I pushed one, then two fingers into him, massaging the lotion into his skin, loosening and relaxing his sphincter. He let out a surprised "ooh!" and giggled, his bright white smile flashing at me, as I pushed the narrow nozzle of the bottle up his ass, and gave it a good five or six pumps. I set the bottle aside, and looked down at the contrast between our pricks as I lined up my thick cock with his tight asshole. Louis's cock was still hard -- ah, the stamina of youth -- and an inch longer than mine, and gorgeously black. My cock was eight inches long, but much thicker. Louis had no hair on his body, not even around his pubic region, while I had a thick bush of curlies at the base of my cock. The counter provided the perfect platform for us, as my dickhead was already nuzzling against his rosebud. I looked into his eyes as I pushed into him. Louis slowly closed his eyes as I pressed my prick against his asshole, more and more urgently. He whimpered softly as his tight ring suddenly yielded and two inches of my cock popped into him. I pushed further, and quickly, sinking my dick balls-deep in his hot ass, gasping with lust and pleasure as his slimy heat enveloped me. His sphincter hugged my thick penis tightly, and his rectum caressed me with velvety warmth as I slipped into his delicious hole. Louis was very tight, but pliable, easily taking my whole length with one stroke, displaying again the virility and flexibility of his youth. And his apparent experience. He leaned against the mirror, bracing himself on the small counter, and I held his ankles on my shoulders as I began to fuck him. "Fuck me, Mr. H.," he implored, "fuck me like I'm your girl. I AM your girl, Mr. H. Use my hole like a pussy. Use my pussy, Mr. H. I'm a girl for your big, beautiful cock!" "Yes, Louis," I grunted, "you're my girl. You're my girl whenever I want you. I'm going to fuck your hot pussy just like I fuck a girl's pussy!" His own cock stayed hard, even after cumming so recently, his firm, rigid flesh pressed between our stomachs as I leaned forward to kiss him. Our mouths met, our tongues intertwined again, sucking and slurping at each other. I kept humping his ass as we kissed, with long, slow strokes, pulling my dick almost out of him, then pushing into his hot guts until my balls bounced against his cheeks. I plowed Louis's ass on that men's room counter for a good five minutes, by which time both of us were drenched with sweat as we fucked with wild abandon. I had the experience and stamina maturity gives a man, being two and a half times the age of this young man in my arms, and would not cum quickly. Many times I've had my cock up a hot ass for a half hour before orgasm, but this boy, gorgeous, virile, hungry, and so willing, was testing my resolve. Our bodies began to slip and slide together as we grunted and groaned in animal male lust for each other. Louis leaned forward and slid his legs down my sides until his knees were hooked over my forearms. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and we backed away from the lavatory. He hung tightly on me, embracing me, impaled on my prick as I held his weight on my muscular arms. Together, we got into a rhythm, bouncing our bodies against each other, slamming my big dick up his ass with a wet smack at each stroke. "Oh, Mr. H.," Louis whimpered, "have you ever fucked a girl like this? Or a boy?" "I've fucked many girls and boys, Louis, some like this," I told him, "but I've never gotten my cock up a hotter or tighter pussy or ass than yours!" "Thank you," he cried, his face buried in my chest hair, "please, fuck my hot, tight pussy, Mr. H! Fuck my pussy with your big fucking cock!" Louis rode my prick for another five minutes, whimpering and sobbing with sexual ecstasy, as I pounded his tight black ass. His big prick was still hard, sticking straight up between our bodies, and his bare balls tossed and rolled between our loins as I fucked him. Finally he made me slow down, then stop, and I just held him there, tightly, my dick buried in him, as he held me. After a moment, Louis looked up at me and our mouths met yet again, and I began to slowly fuck him again as our tongues danced together. Another moment later, and our lips parted, and Louis made an effort to dismount me. I lifted him up, my prick slowly slipping from his ass, until it fell free. Louis cooed softly as I slid out of him, and I set him gently back on the counter. My rock-hard cock still pointed straight out, and Louis moaned with further anticipation when he saw it. His beautiful penis was just as hard as mine, jutting straight up, slender, smooth, and graceful, above his lovely balls. He turned around, his cute ass facing me now, spread his legs slightly, and leaning forward, braced himself on the vanity counter. I looked at this gorgeous youth in the mirror, and he looked into the mirror at me. "Fuck me, Mr. H.! Fuck me hard, fuck me deep, and cum in my ass!" I didn't need any further urging. I stepped close behind him, bent my knees slightly to get under him, found his hot hole with my dick, and stood, burying my prick in his ass yet again, and almost lifting him off his feet. "Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me! Breed me, Mr. H! Breed me like a stallion breeds his mare! Breed me like you've bred so many other boys and girls!" "Yes, Louis," I told him, "I'm going to breed you. I'm going to plant my sweet male seed deep in your male womb. I'm going to shoot my sperm in your hot, slimy guts." I held his hips and fucked him in that little men's room. As I looked down, the view of my thick white cock pistoning back and forth between his gorgeous, round, black buttocks made my head swim. Louis looked beautifully feminine from the back, with his slim legs, shapely hips, deliciously curved ass, narrow waist, and perfect back. Only the reflection of him in the mirror, with his long, smooth cock waving in the air as I fucked him, his balls swinging between his thighs in rhythm with my thrusts in his hot ass, made it obvious that I was making love to a handsome young man. I reached around him and wrapped one hand around his cock, and gathered his balls in my other. His prick had been oozing precum and the occasional surge of semen when I would bottom out in him since we had started fucking, and his cock and balls were wet and slick with the sweet juice. I stroked his beautiful penis slowly at first, then quickened my pace, until I was jacking him off and fucking him in the ass with the same furious rhythm. "You are going to make me cum again, Mr. H." Louis gasped. "I'm going to cum with your big fucking cock in my tight pussy!" "Yes, Louis," I breathed, "I'm going to make you cum while my dick is buried deep in your tight fucking male pussy!" "Yes, Mr. H., do it! Please pump your sweet sperm into my hot male pussy! How does your big cock feel, Mr. H.? Does it like my warm, tight, slimy pussy?" "Fuck, yes, it does, Louis! My big dick would love to stay in your wonderful pussy all night!" "Oh, Mr. H., I would love to spend the night with you, and make love with you all night!" "Good, then you'll stay with me tonight, in my bed, and you'll fall asleep in my arms. But before we go up to my room, I'm going to breed your sweet male pussy! Cunt? Do you like the word "cunt," Louis? -- I'm going to breed your sweet male cunt right here in this men's room!" "Yes, Mr. H.! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my hot male cunt! Breed my fucking cunt with your big cock!" I could feel Louis's balls tighten in my hand, and I knew his seed was surging, and his orgasm was close. Just as mine was. I felt that familiar, wonderful feeling as sexual electricity began spreading slowly and inexorably from my balls up into my whole body. I kept stroking his long prick in my tight fist, urging him on, hoping we could cum together. "I am, I'm fucking your hot cunt, Louis, and I'm so close! I can feel my sperm welling up from my full balls, ready to spurt into your warm, tight cunt! How about you? Are you getting close? My big dick up your male cunt makes you feel all warm and full inside, doesn't it? And the hot friction of my cock sliding in and out of your hole makes you feel like the little girl you wish you were! "Yes, Mr. H., fuck my cunt!" he cried softly. "Fuck my cunt like you would fuck a little girl's cunt!" "Cum for me, Louis," I urged him, "cum for your big-dicked lover! Cum for your Daddy!" "Yessssss, Daddy...," Louis whimpered, and he suddenly went limp in my arms. I slammed my dick into him hard, and balls-deep, lifting him off his feet. Except for his hands on the counter, and my hands firmly holding his cock and balls, Louis was almost suspended in midair, impaled on my big dick. Time seemed to stand still for us, both at the precipice of orgasmic bliss, when suddenly Louis gasped, his lovely cock leapt in my hand, and the first thick jet of snow-white sperm shot out of his black penis, arcing three feet in the air, and painting a white stripe down the mirror in front of us. At the same time, his hot, snug asshole tightened on my penis, and my balls erupted, and spurt after spurt after spurt surged out of my hard dick into his hot, silky mancunt. Louis's tight asshole clamped and relaxed quickly and rhythmically on my dick with his orgasm, as he shot three, four, five, six more stripes across the mirror. My own ejaculations came so hard and fast and full that my prick ached as I poured my seed deep into him. Louis's spurts slowed to big oozes which rolled out of his cock and onto my hands. After pumping my load up his ass, my own orgasmic intensity slowed, and I relaxed, letting Louis's feet to the floor, and I resumed slowly easing my cock back and forth in his hot, semen-filled rectum. I kept stroking his cock, using his semen as lubricant, and milked more cum out of him. I massaged and kneaded his snug, leathery nut sack with my now sperm-covered other hand. Each time my hand rolled over his black cockhead, he shuddered with an orgasmic aftershock, and his asshole again constricted around my penis, hugging me tightly, as though his hot male cunt was trying to suck more sperm out of my aching dick. "Louis," I said finally, letting his hard, sticky penis slip from my hand, "you are amazing! You are a hot, sexy, beautiful boy!" He smiled at me in the mirror, and I laughed as I counted six white stripes of sperm running down the mirror, onto the counter between the two sinks. Four more stripes of Louis's sperm lay across the countertop, varying in length as the intensity of his spurts waned as he came. I kissed him on the neck and nibbled on his earlobe. "And you are a handsome, virile, wonderful lover, Mr. H.," he told me. "And tonight, I can't wait to find out what it's like to sleep with you, your naked body so close, and to wake up in your arms, and make love to you in the morning." "Nor can I, Louis." I lifted Louis off my cock slowly, enjoying the sensation as his tight rectum caressed my dick one last time, and I slipped him off me. He gave a soft "ooh" as my flared cockhead popped free from his snug asshole, and I set him down gently. "Mr. H., I have to clean up, and I need to go home for just a bit, but I'll be back, I promise." "As long as you promise, Louis," I told him. "I don't want to sleep alone tonight." "You won't sleep alone, Mr. H. Just let me know your room number, and I'll knock when I get back." He watched me as I walked to the stall, my still half-hard prick swinging and swaying in front of me. I retrieved my swimsuit and shirt, and pulled my keycard from my shirt pocket. "I'll do better than that," I said as I handed him my keycard. "Room 422. You don't have to knock." "But Mr. H., how will you get into your room?" Louis asked. He still stood there, beautifully naked, his cock, balls, and thighs splotched and glistening with his sweet sperm, as I pulled on my tiny black swimsuit. "I'll just get another from the front desk. Don't worry." He giggled as I stuffed my cock and balls into the little rio suit. "How do you fit all that in there?" he laughed. "Louis, I might well ask you the same question!" I laughed right back at him as I tossed him his little white thong. He laughed again as he stepped into the tiny thong. I pulled on my shirt as I watched him tuck his lovely prick and hanging balls into the little thing. I took him in my arms once more, and kissed him deeply. "Don't be too late, my beautiful boy," I told him. "I won't Mr. H., I promise." I ducked out of the little men's room, and made my way to the registration desk. I asked the cute young lady there for another keycard. "Sir, did you lose it? Do you need me to invalidate it?" "No, please don't. No need. I just absent-mindedly walked out of my room this afternoon and left it on my nightstand." "Very well, sir. If you'll just sign this for me, so I can verify your signature on your check-in card." I did as she asked, and moments later, my room door responded with a soft beep and click as I slid my new keycard through the slot. I stepped inside, turned on the lamp, and -- no surprise -- found no keycard on my nightstand. I turned on the shower, peeled off my scant clothing, and stepped into the large stall. After a thorough shower, I washed my swimsuit in the sink, and draped it over the shower stall door. I walked around my room, naked, putting things away before going to bed. I opened the balcony door and propped it open, to enjoy the Caribbean air and the sound of the surf. A half moon was just rising above the horizon, a glowing ship adrift in a beautiful sea. I climbed onto the bed, still naked, enjoying the warm air, and lay down on top of the sheets. An hour went by, and I didn't realize I had fallen asleep, but movement on my bed stirred me awake. A warm body was now laying next to me. "I promised, Mr. H.," Louis whispered as he softly stroked my already-hard cock. "Yes, you did," I whispered back, taking him in my arms. We kissed as the pale moonlight poured across our bodies and spilled onto the bed, and I became aware that another warm body was now crawling onto the bed on my other side. "I hope you don't mind, Mr. H.," Louis said quietly, "but I brought my sister." "Oh, my," I said, as I took this other lithe, naked body into my arms with Louis, "no, no, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm very pleased!" "I'm glad, Mr. H., I'm so glad!" Louis said gratefully. "Mr. H., this is Mireille, my sister. My little sister." "I'm not that little!" Mireille retorted. "I'm nearly fourteen!" Her beautiful, bright eyes and bright smile shone in the near darkness. I felt her small breasts -- her nipples already hard -- against my chest as she lay on me, and her light, slender thigh lay across my loins. "Good evening, Mr. H.," Mireille said softly in the dim moonlight, as her slim fingers joined her brother's, curling around my big dick. "Louis has already told me many marvelous things about you! I do hope you enjoy bedding a young woman as much as you enjoy bedding a young man," she added in her very proper -- and decidedly arousing -- French Caribbean accent. I pulled them close to me, clutching both of them, a wonderfully curvy ass in each of my strong hands. Mireille was as slim and lithe of build as her older brother, yet with the softer form of a budding young woman. I was not surprised at all to find them both naked, nor was I surprised to find Mireille as completely devoid of any hint of body hair as her brother; I was quite pleased, and very aroused, at both discoveries. "Has he now?" I laughed softly. "Well, it's wonderful to meet you, Mireille, and yes, I love a young woman in my bed as much as a young man! I could tell you many marvelous things about your brother, and I'm sure I'll discover may marvelous things about you, as well!" I sat up on the bed and held these two beautiful youths in my arms for a moment. Our mouths met, and we three shared a single kiss, our tongues excitedly probing each other without regard to gender or relation. And we began to explore each others' bodies in the soft silver light. -- I've thought about a second and third chapter. Please email me if you'd like the story of Mr. H., Louis, and Mireille to continue. Thanks.