Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 23:55:23 -0400
From: JSL <jsl2k4@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Island Pt. 9

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All good things must come to an end. Like they always say...get out while
you're on top. So with that said I will end this series before it overstays
its welcome. Look for my next series "The Boys of August" in the Nifty
'Young Friends' section


Thanks for reading!


My Island-pt 9 Fin


The excitement in the air swept around and through us as we docked the boat
in our private cove. Jack leapt out onto the wooden structure as I brought
the boat in for a soft bump against the moorings. The day had taken a lot
out of us, evidenced clearly by the dragging faces hanging on the gaggle of
boys gathered now by the Hum V. Jack and Simon darted around the others as
they took turns swatting at each other's bare bottoms. I must admit that
the playful sporting of my two youngest boys gave me a wide grin as I
finished tying off the bowline.

"That's us ready then," I came to them, my arm now wrapped around
Jonathan's firm midsection. The boys had now assembled inside of the large
vehicle.

We zoomed off towards the house. I noticed Max and Owen nodding off as we
bounded along the winding road. Brandon gave a wink and a devilish smile as
he caught me eyeing Owen's soft boycock, bouncing in time with the
vehicle. I must admit that I loved to look at him---I loved to look at them
all, truth be told, and there was no denying that I was rather pleased at
the whole situation.

It had truly been a magnificent day. I knew without him having to confirm
it, that this had by far been the best birthday that Jack had ever
experienced. My 6yr old little man held tightly to the dash off the Hum V
as we rounded yet another sharp turn. He smiled joyously at me as we pulled
up the drive to the house. I knew that he was having difficulty containing
his excitement as he squirmed in his seat. His seat, mind you, was his big
brother's lap, and I could've sworn that I eyed more than one pleasure
filled look wash over Jonathan's sweet face as his brother's ass ground
into his crotch. Just for giggles I gave the gas pedal a series of light
thrusts, causing the Hum V to lurch forward. This in turn caused Jack's
bottom to lift up and then crash back down on what I was sure was a very
stiff big brother cock beneath it.

Jonathan just flashed me an exhausted look, mixed with a sly wink that I
knew meant 'I'm so gonna get you later!'. When we had reached the house, I
had the boys run inside and use the bathrooms to get washed up for
dinner. Jack and Simon, of course, used the opportunity to make spectacles
of themselves as they straddled the bidets--moaning and rocking back and
forth simulating intense orgasms as the warm water coated their sweet
little boyholes. I had to smile, although I envied the water at that moment
because I knew how much I liked to kiss the young hotties on their most
tender of hidden treasures.

We made our way out to the pool area where we set up the light dinner on
the large marble table inside of the stone gazebo. Much as we had decided
our first night in the house, we elected to have a light meal of salads and
rolls. Jack made sure to remind me to save room for birthday cake in what I
could only assume was a nonchalant way of getting me to acknowledge that I
had indeed got him a cake and that this most important birthday detail had
not been inexcusably overlooked. Sure the dolphins and the reef were cool
and all....but don't you dare forget the fuckin' cake assmunch...he seemed
to convey with his young face.

We dined leisurely on the greens and bread as the boys recounted the events
of the day. I sat back and just played silent audience to their volley of
excited tales. I smiled from ear to ear.

"So," Jack asked slyly as the sun completely dissolved allowing the moon to
take center stage, "what's for dessert?"

"Dessert?" I mocked playfully.

"Oh..." Jonathan joined the fun, "gosh Jackie...I dunno about dessert...I'm
really stuffed."

"Yeah..." Owen chimed in, "me too!"

"Yeah...too full!" Brandon and Max chorused in.

"But..." Jack was looking very nervous now so I decided to let him off
easy.

"Well I guess we should have something....being it your birthday and all,"
I conceded, "I just don't know what is all. I mean...I don't know what I
did with that silly cake Xin Mae picked up on the main land?"

"You lost my cake?" I would have to end this quick before he totally
melted.

"Well...," I began as I looked past him (his back was to the house) and
identified Brandon and Owen coming down the path with Xin Mae, all three
helping to carry the giant cake with its six magnificent candles glowing in
the night, "of course not my angel...how could I ever forget about you?"

I took Jack into my arms, gave him a sweet kiss on his little cheek and
spun him around so that he could see his awesome cake. He squealed with
delight as the boys and Xin Mae made it to the table with the oversized
birthday cake. There were three layers separated by pillars, the middle
layer encircled by five large red candles, a sixth red candle stood proudly
on the top of the cake.

"Thank you Daddy," he turned back around to me, tears trickling down his
tender face, "thank you for not forgetting me."

I threw my arms around him and held him tightly to my body. I was at that
moment filled with more love than I thought ever possible. I just held him
as the tears of joy fell from his sweet face onto my chest.

We dove into the cake and devoured the entire top layer in about 15 minutes
of unabashed birthday carnage. As we all finished our pieces, we sat back
against the padded backs of the gazebo's circular bench. Each one of us was
filled to the brim with birthday spoils and we took turns letting loose
complimentary belches.

After about another 20 minutes of idle chatting under the stars, we made
our way to the pool and set to just simple floating as a way of giving in
to the night and our own exhaustion. I floated around the pool on an
oversized raft. Jack lay between my open legs and gently stroked my legs as
his head lay softly on my crotch. I could feel his hot breath on my balls,
as my cock was nestled snuggly behind his sweet head. Simon climbed on as
well and took up position next to me with his head in the crook of my
arm. We drifted slowly over the moonlit water.

The older boys had all lined up against the wall of the pool, legs
outstretched into the water as they supported themselves with their arms. I
traded smiles with all of them as I ran my hands through the soft hair of
the two boys keeping me company. Before too long, both Simon and Jack were
fast asleep. I felt them breathing deeply and I listened to the sounds of
their gentle sleep as it wafted through the still night air.

When I looked up again, I saw the four older boys beginning to engage in a
little holding of their own. Owen and Max had jumped up onto the edge of
the pool and Brandon and Jonathan had moved in between their legs. I
watched eagerly as Jonathan's head bobbed up and down slowly on Max's meat
while Brandon worked the same on Owen's. Max had reached over and was
gently massaging Owen's supple breast. I wondered for a moment if Owen
would mind this form of attention, but my question was soon answered as the
plump boy let out a long, deep, pleasured moan as he placed a hand over
Max's encouraging him to grope with a little more vigor. Owen leaned back
some and Max took the cue as the thinner boys bent over to take the breast
into his hungry mouth. Owen ran his fingers through Max's wet hair as the
boy worked at his tight nipple.


Brandon and Jonathan were obviously enjoying their cock-feasting as I saw
them stroking their own hot poles under the water. My own cock was aching
now against the sleeping head of my youngest boy. His hot breath continued
to assault my large sac as we floated in the water. I reached down and
began to fondle Simon's little member. I loved the way it felt in my manly
hand. I rolled his foreskin back and forth over the tiny head as his
boymeat grew to attention. I heard his breathing deepen as I worked on his
tool. Brandon was now sucking at a feverish pace and I witnessed Owen fly
into an earth-shattering orgasm as he pumped his meaty hips into the older
boy's face. I detected the familiar sounds of gurgling as Brandon worked
the hot boycum around in his mouth as he continued to suck up and down on
Owen's meat, milking it of every last drop.

Max took his attention away from Owen's fleshy breast as he gripped
Jonathan's head with both hands. He began to fuck Jonathan's face as he
rode a wave of intense pleasure into a crashing cum. Jonathan backed off
the boy's meat allowing the tiny streams of boycream to shoot high into the
air and land on his young face. He dove back down onto Max's spewing
boypole brining him to what appeared to be yet another climax. Two in a
row! That was enough to get me into a randy state as I worked more
vigorously on Simon's straining inches. Simon let out a sleepy grunt as his
body began to tremble on the raft. He awoke momentarily as his body seized
in dry orgasmic bliss. Then he slumped back into my side.

I looked up from Max's pricklette and saw that Brandon and Jonathan had now
gotten out of the water and taken up positions over their recovering
partners. They looked at each other for a minute before switching partners,
Brandon over Max, his legs pinned to his chest, and Jonathan in a very
familiar position over Owen's own prone mass. I watched as each boy spit
into their hands and slicked up their boners. In unison, Brandon and
Jonathan lined up their young cockheads at the waiting boy's holes. A quick
adjustment each and then two young cocklettes were on their way to being
buried deep within two very hot boy tunnels. Again, in unison, Brandon and
Jonathan began to slow fuck their partners. The tops smiled widely at each
other as they rode their prone friends. I heard grunts and moans of
pleasure releasing fluidly from the recipients on the ground. Two lovely
boycocks pierced the hot rings of two equally steamy boyholes. The boys
worked themselves up into a full on fucking frenzy as Brandon and Jonathan
plowed into their respective bottoms.

I could no longer take it as I lifted Jack's sleeping head slowly, freeing
my throbbing man meat. I began to stroke my cock. I could feel Jack's
steamy breath on my shaft now as I worked my tool. My pole rubbed against
Jack's moist lips, and I shuddered every time he nipped at it in his
sleep. I watched as the boys continued fucking hard on the pool's edge.

"I'm gettin' really fuckin close man," Brandon panted to Jonathan.

"Me too dude, I'm gonna pop any second now," Jonathan responded.

"Let's count down together like that guy does in the porno," Brandon
laughed between gasps for air.

"Cool...start from ten," Jonathan continued to lunge into Owen's ravaged
hole.

"Ok..." Brandon drew a breath, "1.....2.....3..."

"Ahhhhdammmnnn," Jonathan groaned, "this is so good!"

"4....5....ahhhhhyeeeaaaahhh....6.....7..."

"I'm losin' it dude....hurry!"

"8....9....10!"

Both boys let out a series of deep grunts and moans as they emptied their
balls into their fuck partners. I, drunken by the sight of this hot display
of raw boy sex, tensed up firmly on the raft as I fired three thick strands
of man juice into the air. Each volley landed on Jack's sweet young face. I
continued to pound my spewing tool as Jack woke up and realized what was
going on.

"How come you didn't wake me up!?" he whined through a yawn, my cum
dripping down his face.

"I didn't want to disturb you my angel," I smiled affectionately as I
scooped a glop of spunk off of his cheek.

"Well," he smiled at my finger, "do I at least get to have more dessert?"
with that he pulled my finger to his mouth and lapped up my hot jism. I
pulled him up to me and licked the rest off of his face and passed it to
him in a deep kiss.

"That better?" I asked as we broke our lip's embrace.


"This has been the best day ever Daddy," he cooed, a tiny drop of my juice
still clinging to his tender lip.

"This is only the beginning angel," I smiled, "tomorrow's a whole new day!"


The End


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