Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 14:03:39 +0000 From: Ganymede Subject: Paradise Part 3 Paradise. Part 3 of 7 By Ganymede WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving men and MINOR boys. Such descriptions are an integral part of the story. While the story may appeal to prurient interests, it is intended to have serious literary value. If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy relationships aren't your thing, then exit now and save yourself from a life of sin! As a friend recently said: "Everyone has the right to fantasy. No one has the right to censor an imagination, or dreams." With that in mind, know that this story is not true! Further, it is not intended to promote illegal acts against minors, but to demonstrate that men and boys can love each other despite the prevalent attitudes of western society. It is my goal to help readers appreciate that love. 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Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is entirely accidental. My sincere appreciation to two friends whose comments have been very helpful. And one more thing, a special thank you to Susan. You know who you are and what you mean to me. Thank you for the dedication. Oh, and I love the fifth vignette. THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: The Nifty Archive needs your support. If you enjoy reading this story, please remember that it is available only because of the Nifty Archive. Instructions are provided on the Nifty home page for how to provide support. Paradise. Part 3 of 7 By Ganymede Chapter 4 I straightened up the main cabin while Joey put some clothes on. It was a rule we observed if we wanted to walk on the beach beyond the cove that all but belonged to us. When he reappeared, he was dressed in his skimpy brightly colored Brazilian-import swimming costume. It was little more than a string in both front and rear. Fernando sold them to tourists for $15.99 each. I bought Joey's one at cost, $2.50 each. The patch that covered Joey's groin was about the same size as the palm of my hand. The patch behind was about half that size and served no useful purpose except to draw attention to his buttocks. It was indecent when it was wet because the thin nylon became see-through and showed everything he had in front. If he bent over, the material pulled from his cheeks and into his crack, showing off his behind in a way that only a man with my interests could appreciate. He had a gorgeous butt and a body that was far nicer than any girl I had ever seen. In my opinion, he was perfect. He strutted in front of me, no longer hard. However, his cock was still large enough that it made a noticeable bulge. His swimming costume verged on the obscene, but at least I was clothed in a pair of shorts. It did not matter. No one would see us, not unless we went all the way along the beach to where Fernando's Bar was or walked to the village. We were accustomed to living with few inhibitions simply because very few people ever ventured to the northern end of the island where we moored Conundrum, and those who did have the energy to get past the touristed areas always stopped when the rocks began. At night, Joey and I were left to ourselves, which was the way we like it. We left the privacy of our cove and our hidden beach, crossed the narrow rocky isthmus that connected us to the main island, then continued down the shore following the tide line in case there was some interesting debris. The water lapped at the edge, inches from our feet as we strolled along, kicking at the still warm sand. Joey and I walked hand-in-hand for a long while, swinging our clasped hands back and forth and suddenly lunging ahead or tugging to the side to try to pull the other over. We laughed frequently. Freedom to be ourselves, the privacy of being alone and in the darkness of night had a liberating effect. Joey jerked away and ran along the beach with me in close pursuit, our bare feet pounding across the wet sand, splashing in the dark cool water. On the sand again, I tackled him and we fell together, giggling, hugging, shamelessly grabbing at each other's groins, then kissing as if the world was about to end. I crushed Joey into the sand, pushed his shark's tooth charm out of the way, held his face between my hands and literally raped his mouth with my tongue. He kissed back, lifting up to rub his hard short boyhood against me with surprising force. It stuck out into the thin nylon, pulling the cloth taut over the rounded tip of his penis. He was trembling with excitement. Then, knowing what would follow if we did not stop, we stopped. Gasping. Hearts pounding. Needing more. I stroked his silky cheek and brushed his hair back before sitting up with my back against a fallen palm trunk to cradle him in my arms. We gazed out to sea, smelled the freshness of the salt in each breath of air. In the distance, we could see the lights from town, twinkling like Christmas lights across the channel. Suddenly he was hot again, taking deep breaths as his body trembled. I held him tightly and stroked his hair back from his forehead and waited for the spasms to pass. It was the second time that day. On a good day it was only one time. On a bad day, there could be as many as a half-a-dozen incidents. The piece of bone embedded in his hypothalmus was to blame. Once he had calmed down again and the sweat was cool, we got up, dusted off the sand, started walking again, still holding hands. Closer to the village, perhaps a hundred feet from shore was the Hatteras 60 that had been docked at Farley Street earlier in the day. Its owner and his young companion were in all likelihood at Fernando's Bar. The motor yacht's sleek white bow pointed gracefully out to sea. It would be nice to have a boat like that. And the money to operate it, yet in the scheme of things it was just another possession. That started me thinking. Did Steve Adams think of Vincente as something to be owned, or more precisely, rented for the night? I had Joey, and while it would have been nice if I could lavish presents on him, in truth I wanted nothing more than to be with him until I died. I counted myself very fortunate. He was a special boy. I didn't need a man like Adams to tell me that. I wasn't blind. A lot of men looked at him with more than a passing interest. I could see it in their eyes, the same look that was in mine. Sometimes I believed that he would not last a day if I left him alone. Even Fernando looked at him the way that men do when they lust after boys, when they would do whatever was needed to have him in the biblical sense. That late at night, even the beach beside the village was deserted. There were a few faint sounds of voices and reggae music coming from Fernando's and for a while, I even thought about going there to get a couple of beers, or better, a frozen margarita. Could life be any better, I mused? "No way." I had spoken my thought aloud. I smiled at Joey and he smiled back. We had reached the area where the fishing boats were beached, strung with torn nets and fraying ropes. I stopped and grazed Joey's forehead with my lips as he turned to face me. The fever had passed, but it had taken its toll on his energy . His head tilted back, his eyes closing, his lips pursing, puckering to offer me a kiss. It was a magic moment. For that second before my lips descended onto Joey's, we shared an intense closeness, the overwhelming happiness that only two people in love can know. In that place that so often I had heard tourists call 'paradise', we kissed. We kissed again and again until our lips were sore. When we parted, breathless, anxious, temporarily satisfied, we stayed close. Our fingers were entwined, our thumbs touching, rubbing, engaging, a constant reminder of what it meant to be together, to be joined. He turned. His warmth melted into me. Was he still aroused? Casually, I reached down and felt between his legs, cupping my hand over the warm bulge in his costume. He was. Very hard, and hot like molten steel. Had his erection even diminished a fraction since we had wrestled in the sand? Probably not. Sometimes he could stay erect for an hour or more. There was certainly nothing wrong with his blood pressure. "You wanna, old man?" Joey whispered hoarsely. That croaky voice was back. That wonderful sexy voice, husky as a teenage whore, a prepubescent boy who was anxious, hungry for sex before his time. I sighed. It was a pity that I had not thought to bring some lube. We had done it without often enough, fucked that it is, using spit and pre-cum to lubricate us. However, if I wasn't careful it left him sore. At that moment, I was in the same mood as Joey, feeling the desire building as my cock stiffened and grew longer under my shorts. I felt it reaching down my leg, hot and hard and restrained. It wanted to be free, free to plunder Joey's soft behind, to penetrate his tight boy-hole, to fill him with jizz until it dribbled down his legs while we walked home. We had rutted there before when the need arose, the last time a week ago, or was it longer, lying in the bottom of a dilapidated boat, me drunk or very nearly so, Joey splayed out across the old wooden plank seat, his face buried in the tangled remains of a grey-green nylon fish net. Fernando and Rodriguez had watched us go at it for ten minutes, whispering encouragement until I unloaded copiously into Joey's quaking ass, and then they had taken their turn and we watched them. Fernando's cock was longer than mine, an inch or so, but it didn't seem to bother his nephew. Like Joey, he was used to being fucked. Rodriguez took it all without a murmur of complaint. I could see it, or rather, I could not see it, nothing more that the last inch of that more-than-eight-inches of dark brown cock, ending where the curly wire-like hair began. With my cock still lazily embedded in Joey's behind, where it belonged according to him, we watched that huge man-cock slide in and out, becoming increasingly fast. Watching them engage in that primitive island ritual, a dark-skinned man plundering the boy's small dark buttocks, was a turn on for the both of us. Despite having already filled him once, I stayed hard and thick inside Joey, barely moving. It was enough to let him know that my cock was still buried all the way inside him. It was like being bathed by a hand covered in mud. He was oozing succulent heat. Like Joey, Rodriguez lived for sex. He squealed like a pig at the end, giving way to juvenile triumph when he climaxed. He had only just started ejaculating, yet the sensations seemed to be much more intense than what Joey experienced when he climaxed. The smell from the two of them after only a few minutes was much stronger than it was from us. The entire time was unforgettable, utter familiarity with what the other person needed, the culmination of seven years spent together. They didn't say a single word the entire time. I fucked Joey again that night. It was an hour later, after we had staggered back along the beach and went for a late night swim in the lagoon to wash away the mess. Like clockwork, it occurred in our favorite spot, just a dozen yards before we reached the dock. During the daylight hours we often fucked in the sand there, beneath a towering palm, barely a few feet from the water's edge, where we could hear the sound of water lapping and the raucous screech of birds we disturbed in the trees, close enough to the boat that we could go onboard if we needed to. That night we were all but oblivious to the peaceful world around us. I bruised his squirmy body with my frantic lunges, jizz oozing out from a hole that had been fucked once too often. It spread outward, splattering on his thighs, streaking his boy-balls until they were coated with slime. His bowels, loosened by an hour of fucking, from taking my milky enema two times that night , finally gave way when I withdrew. He squatted in the sand, squirting out his smelly waste and any cum that was still left in him. It was the stuff of memories yet it would soon be all but forgotten in the seamless flow of day and night. "Anything I want, right?" I asked softly. I looked over his shoulder at the nearby boat at anchor, the indigo of the dark sea and sky behind him. Joey nodded slightly. He smiled, showing teeth as white as the snow we'd left behind in Chicago. I turned him around so he faced away from me, dragged his scant costume down without untying the cord. I left it lying on the sand between his feet and placed him across the side of a fishing boat. He was close to the bow where the height was right. His chest was supported by the short expanse of peeling plywood deck, his bottom lifted up onto the gunwale. It left him exposed and receptive, unable to protected his boy-hole. It was the way I liked him to be. My hand brushed against his buttocks, my palm cupping one cheek entirely and most of the other with my outspread fingers. My thumb caressed his humid crevice, feeling between the firm mounds for the opening into him. Joey sighed. He pressed back, squeezing my thumb into his indentation. It felt hot and moist, and loose enough that the slightest pressure would breach the weakened muscle. I stroked back and forth, teasing the tender area before pushing into him. This time his sigh was louder, his backward push more insistent, quickly taking all of my thumb. His muscle contracted insistently around my thumb. This was the 'butt squeeze' that let me know that it was not an intrusion. "You want me to fuck you, lover boy?" I teased in a very soft voice. Joey nodded urgently, playing his squeezing game, his anus pulling against my thumb. The smell of jerk-barbequed chicken wafted down from Fernando's Bar. I heard laughter, loud and very near. It was strangely unsettling against the reggae music, the twang of guitars and the beat of steel drums, and a singer who crooned and carried on in a bizarre form of entertainment that was mostly for the tourists from the hotel across the channel. I stepped back and knelt behind Joey. I placed one hand on either firm small cheek and opened him up, wide open, wide enough that not only his anus could be seen but also the inside of it, that dark tube that always seemed far too small to take what I wanted to put inside it, yet always managed to stretch enough to accommodate my cock without the slightest sign of pain. I lowered my head and caught a whiff of his odor, that pleasant sweet smell that came from deep inside him. Few people would appreciate the taste and smell of a boy's anus. For me, it was ambrosia. Even freshly washed, the taste was still there for a minute or two. I licked gently, concentrating on the flavor of my boy. Acrid. It was pungent, not bitter, a bit like burned coffee, but not disturbing, certainly not unpleasant. It was his taste, his special taste. A few more licks, then probing into his slick passage with my tongue. The opening had softened quickly, becoming slippery, looser, hotter. I lifted away, licked my lips, enjoying the slight hint that remained. I went back, pressing my lips to kiss him there, to suckle in the gap between his cheeks. Joey liked to be kissed there, always eager to be 'butt-smooched'. Sometimes I did it long enough to make a red-splotched hickey, leaving my mark where no one else but me would ever see it. I swirled my tongue around and around, stabbing, wriggling, twirling. Joey growled, then shuddered. His anus quivered around my tongue. He was relaxed and ready and so was I. Still kneeling, still massaging my tongue into the entry to his rectum, I unfastened the front of my shorts. I made sure that the zipper was all the way down before I extracted my rigid throbbing cock out of the slot. I came to my feet, pulling Joey up from where he lay over the side the boat until his feet swung free of the ground and he was suspended over the bow with his back to me. He giggled when he felt it, my engorged cock burrowing between his buttocks. It was hot, and thick, and very hard, and he was sufficiently wet with saliva that had it been pointed at the right place it would only have needed the slightest push to drive it home. I took it away, rubbing my fingers up and down his slippery crack, working back and forth over his hole until he was shaking. "Go on, old man!" Joey gasped. "Put him in me all the way." "Anything I want right?" I smirked, enjoying Joey's eagerness to rut. "Yes,... yes,... anything. Oh man! I need you. Just put him in me, okay." I loved that anxious eagerness, so different to the uncertain boy who had given me his virginity in my bedroom in Chicago. He had never regretted his decision. Neither had I, even though it had definitely hurt him. Innocence was no substitute for experience and the sooner it was gone the better for a boy like Joey. Now, he lived to fuck. I teased him, probing my fingers into the weakened flesh. Not far, but far enough that his ass muscles had to begin the process of stretching if it was to have any chance of fitting around the head of my cock. I wriggled my fingers back and forth, spiraling them around and sinking further and further into Joey's ass. "Getting a hell of a lot looser back here now," I whispered in his ear. Joey nodded agitatedly. His bottom trembled. His body tensed. Suddenly, he squirted out wetness. It spattered over my fingers, some reaching to my wrist. "Jesus, you're dripping cum everywhere," I taunted. "Someone's fucked your ass recently. It's damned near full of it." "Yeah, I'm thinking it was you," Joey sneered. I took my hand away, rubbing my fingers under the rope that ran along the boat's gunwale to wipe away the mess of semen and oil and whatever else had come out from Joey's rectum. "How do you want it?" I breathed in his ear. "Fast,... Do it fast,... old man,... real fast,... as fast as you can, okay?" When Joey pleaded, it was all I could do not to give in immediately. Instead I lifted his hips higher, then lowered him to bring his toes onto the sand. His buttocks pressed back , embracing my cock within his soft fleshy crack. For once, I controlled myself, yet I followed him down until we crouched upon the sand no further than a few feet away from the fishing boat. I stroked his back, coming closer until I was nearly over him like a dog mounting a bitch. 'Doggie style', we called it, the position that allowed me greater movement and speed if not the feeling of added depth that Joey preferred. I kissed his shoulders, fondling his smooth round cheeks, getting him even hotter. He writhed against me, pushing himself away from my hands, then back against me, trying to position his bottom so that my cock would be forced inside him. At the same time, I kept my cock where it was, just out of reach, dancing back and forth across his exposed anus, tantalizing his sensitive flesh, sliding up and down his crack. It was part of our foreplay, a mutual poetry of parry and thrust that teased our lust until penetration was inevitable. I was a firm believer in getting a boy ready, especially when there was plenty of time to do it. The sex was always better when he was trembling with out-of-control desire. Yet that night, for some reason I was of two minds about doing it there. My instinct was humming, sending that silent message of warning that I sometimes had for no reason at all save intuition. We had done it often enough before on the beach, although not usually so close to Fernando's Bar. It thrilled both of us to be lying in the darkness, having sex in the sand only inches from where the water lapped or hidden among the brightly painted fishing boats that were but shades of gray at night. Being in a public place only added to the erotic act. That close to the village, both of us were afraid to make much sound in case someone from the nearby houses heard us and came down to investigate, but we still did it. There was also the possibility of a stray tourist or two wandering along the romantic beach. We exchanged in a few minutes of enjoyment, more passion than was usual. It seemed to come from the sheer illicit nature of what we did. We were natural exhibitionists, and holding back the tide of the forbidden love that we shared was impossible. My cock throbbed mercilessly as it rubbed back and forth, spreading its juice and relaxing him while heightening his sensitivity. Just that motion should have been enough. It left us breathless, trembling, increasing the urge until neither of us could halt the inevitable need to join. Only then would I mount him. It entered easily, some might even say too easily, sliding on my saliva, providing its own slippery lubricant at the tip. Joey helped by relaxing his inner muscles, pressing back when he felt my cock bend back and aim into his hole. He groaned with the surge of my cock, the fullness easily digging into his opened anus. No matter how loose he was, we were always careful at the start, but once the head was through his ring, getting the rest inside him went swiftly. Not from any experience with other boys, for I was faithful to Joey, but from what I'd been told by Fernando, most Hispanic boys were like that. Even the macho ones opened up once they had a cock inside them. Perhaps Joey's need to be loved by a man was genetic after all. That night there was not a lot of tension in his anus, but what there was gave way quickly, so accustomed was Joey's body to the thickness of my cock. We paused, breathing together, waiting only because that was what we always did when we first joined together. My cock massaged his tender flesh, oozing copiously and slicking it up the inside of his body, weakening the outer muscle until it gaped open, and then when the time was right, we started squeezing together. I smiled, feeling triumphant at beginning the process of inserting my man-cock all of the way into his boy-cunt. Joey was so eager that his little anus seemed to open up and swallow the next inch of my cock. A ring of flesh settled behind the flared out rim, like the barbed point of an arrow. My cock was imbedded just inside him, at the entrance to his narrow rectum. It was sheathed in hot tight flesh that felt so good that I could think of nothing else except putting it further inside. There was moisture there, hot slippery fluid that bathed the blunt tip of my cock, not spit but oil and jizz from a few hours before. We had used other things, but coconut oil was our lubricant of choice. Unlike commercial sex lotions, it was readily available and it lasted forever, but had the effect of an enema if used too liberally. Sometimes I squirted a cup or more inside him, warming it first in the sun. When I did, it was guaranteed to flush his bowels out within a few minutes of me finishing inside him. What followed wasn't very pleasant and I didn't do it very often, but when I did I made certain that he had a place to squat in peace and quiet. Regular bowel movements were essential for a boy who was sexually active with a man. The number of times he had been constipated since we had started having sex I could count on the fingers of one hand. The number of times he had to make a frantic rush to empty his bowels were many more. For a few moments I paused, gently probing with the tip of my cock. He liked that and I could feel him breathing, relaxing, showing the signs of increasing enjoyment. I rocked slowly back and forth, widening the breach, getting ready to finish what I had started. Then, he nodded to show that the need for waiting was over. It was immediately followed by a long powerful push while gripping his slender hips so he couldn't get away. Not that he wanted to escape. He wriggled and grunted and lifted his buttocks higher even as his chest went down the sand. His thighs splayed, leaving his little-boy-sex dangling down. With a couple of inches shoved inside his ass, I slowed down, but still pushing inexorably into him. His anus tightened in an involuntary move to protect his inner sanctum. It always came too late. By then, the worst was over and complete penetration was inescapable, especially when he forced himself back against me. Still relentlessly pushing through the tight grip of his sphincter, I felt beneath him. I felt his tiny sex, felt both what was and wasn't there. Poor Joey. Except in the mornings, he seldom had the benefit of being stiff when I fucked him. Of course, I liked to see him hard. His excitement was undeniable then, but I think I liked him more when he was soft and shriveled up. Then, he was as impotent as a boy could be. His erections never lasted very long when I fucked him in the butt. When he orgasmed, nine times out of ten, his cock was limp, even in the morning. Then, straining forward, I levered Joey hard against me, pulling him back onto it just like I was skewering a piece of chicken, which in a way I was. And that soft, drawn out guttural groan came from deep inside Joey's chest. It was the sound he always made when I went all the way inside him on a single hard thrust, before he had a chance to stretch properly and get used to it. I liked it too, being deep inside the boy I loved, in that hot hungry place where my cock belonged. I liked the sound he made as well. It was the sound of longing requited, of utter satisfaction because we were joined together. My cock throbbed relentlessly. This time would not take very long. With the foreplay, I was already too close to last longer than a dozen thrusts. Vaguely detached through familiarity, I found myself wondering if we would do it again when we got back to the boat. Would I keep my cock buried inside him through the night again? What day of the week was it anyway? If it was Friday, there was no school the next day. Damn, but it was Thursday. I had a charter in the morning. "Yeahhhhhhh, oohhhhhhh, God!" Joey gasped and grasped beneath him. He felt it completely inside him, possessing him. His hand gripped my balls and he shuddered when I eased back. He tried to stay with me for a moment, and then his rectum released its grip. I stopped pulling away only when the rim of his anus captured the bulging head of my cock to . A careful thrust and he lurched away as the bulbous head of my cock assaulted his prostate. His backward motion didn't last very long. A second or two only, before he squeezed back to increase the pressure. He uttered a precious whimper of surprise when I pushed harder, driving deeper in his lush heat, flesh that seethed and flowed and clamped around my cock. "Yeah, that's enough for now I think. I've just about got this little boy-pussy full of cock," I groaned. I stopped then, my balls squashed into his cheeks, his anus like a ring around the base of my cock less than an inch from where it ended. I could not go any further for the moment. He heaved with each breath, barely cognizant of what was happening. Eight hard inches had that effect on a boy. Joey reached into the safety of a deeper consciousness, trembling spontaneously even though I stopped moving. So good, was all that I could think. So very good, but it had to hurt him! Guilt challenged my desire. It always did when my cock was contained inside his rectum. He felt tight, and good and incredibly alive. His heat flowed into me, enlivened me, took away my tiredness. No longer were there any second thoughts. His body quivered under me, his buttocks flexing, mercilessly grinding against my groin. He whimpered again, trying to become used to the massive stake of flesh that I had wedged inside him, its width depressing his cheeks around my shaft as if they had been pinched. Like this, balls-deep inside Joey, I existed for a single purpose. I waited there, waited for Joey to say 'okay', to let me know when he was ready to be loved in greater measure. I had to listen carefully. It was never more than a throaty whisper. Instead of a breathy, urgent 'yes' I heard, "This will do." The sound of the man's voice was so near that it stopped both of us. We froze. I did the only thing I could. From behind, I levered Joey's knees through the sand and carefully eased him down onto his front until I lay over him. Fortunately, at least according to my befuddled brain that could never get enough, I was still deeply embedded in his hot tight ass. Like that, even if I did not fuck him, we would be happy while we waited for them to go. We were hidden from the moonlight by the shadowed darkness by the side of the boat. The man was a dozen yards away and he had not seen us. However, where he stopped, had he turned even slightly to the side, I think he would have seen us lying there. Even in the darkness he could not miss the outstretched slender legs of a naked boy and those of a man between them, and a man's broad back enough to shield most of the slightly built naked boy under him . We were like silent ghosts in the dark. In the muted silence, I felt Joey's sphincter working, pulling deliberately inward. It was impossible not to smile. Joey would always want fuck no matter what the consequences were. I flexed my cock in response and felt his body tremble under me. I did it again and again, realizing an intense enjoyment from the wanton act of torturing him like that. When Joey was in the mood, all he wanted was to be fucked. I wasn't any different despite the fact that I was supposed to be the responsible adult. Indeed, just knowing that we could be discovered, it was as thrilling as any time that we made love in private. A boy wandered up from the water's edge. He wore a white tee shirt but carried his shorts. His dark thin legs were glistening wet. At a guess, I put his age close to Joey, even if he appeared somewhat bigger than my son. "Your ass is cleaned out okay?" I did not like the man's voice, although it would have been difficult for me to say why. Perhaps it was what he said, rather than how he said it? "Yeah, 's clean. I wash dat good." The shorts dropped onto the sand. The boy scuffed his feet, playing his toes through the sand. "Okay. Where did I put that goddamn rubber? Fuck! Did you bring one?" "No. Yo don' say dat." "Forget it. I found it?.. Jesus, I'm hard. Bend over kid so I can get it in?..I hope you're ready?. You lubed your ass, didn't you?" He stroked his cock. Was it larger then mine? It looked much thicker to me, longer too, but it was dark and most of what I saw were shadows. It looked huge, far too big for a boy like Vincente unless he really wanted it. But there were boys like that. Joey was one of them. He would not have complained if my cock was larger. "Yeah. Done dat hole real good, Mister." "God, I'm so fucking horny. I wish it weren't so damned hot. Get your ass cheeks apart, kid. I mean wide apart, not like some pussy virgin. I want to see what I'm aiming at. I'll do it?.. That's better. You really want my cock up your ass, don't you boy?" "Ouch! Yeah,... yeah, do dat,... slow okay. Jesus! Go slow. Sheet, dat cock ese beeg! Do dat slow, Mister. Ese so beeg." The boy's voice made Joey tense up beneath me. It was only then that I recognized who they were. Vincente and Steve Adams. The boy was facing towards the village, probably keeping a watchful eye. The man was standing very close behind him. He held Vincente by the hips, lifting up so the boy's feet were nearly off the ground. It was obvious what he was doing. Even in the darkness I could see his thumbs parting the boy's buttocks to expose the crack. He was pulling the boy backwards at the same time as his pelvis drove forwards. There was nowhere else for his cock to go but in. The distance between them narrowed until all we could see was the man's back and the boy's thin legs, his toes barely touching the ground. I felt sorry for Vincente. It had to hurt, at least until he got used to it. "Arghhhhh!" The boy squealed loudly, the sound of pain barely started before it was muffled by a hand cupped over his mouth. It had been a long time since Joey had made a noise like that, if he ever had. Perhaps in Chicago, but he was barely ten. When a man's cock was that large, the penetration of a boy had to be done very carefully, even when the boy was experienced and willing. Surprisingly, even that first time in my bed, Joey wasn't as tight as I expected, but I'd used my fingers in him a lot by then. That he wanted it probably made it easier for both him and me. I suspected that Vincente's ass was as used to taking cock as Joey's was. They had the same look, the look of boys who were sexualized before their time. Fortunately for men like me, there were boys who loved a man-sized cock to be forced into their young bodies, boys who understood what sexual pleasure was all about, boys who wanted men to fuck them. "Hush up! Stop whining you little faggot! You know you want it as much as I do." "Go slow,... please,... Jesus, dat cock ese beeg." "Yeah, but you like it don't you?" "Uhhhhh?.. Shhheeettttt!" "You got it all, fag-boy. That's better isn't it? I can feel you starting to stretch out a bit. Won't be too long now. I can't believe your foreskin is so tight I can hardly get it back. Fuck, that's better. There's nothing like having an exposed cock-head to get a boy off." "Ohhhhh,.....God,.... A-a-a-r-r-g-g-h-h." I knew what caused that drawn-out cry. Adams had given a slow, long thrust, a thrust that went deep inside the boy. Beneath me, Joey squirmed as well. "I bet that hurt. Damn, but I wish my wife's cunt was as tight as your cute little ass." They sounded breathless, gasping , groaning, grunting together. Both of them were charged with lust, that intense and overwhelming passion that comes with man-boy sex. From my knowledge, there was nothing like it. Certainly, no pussy could compare to what a boy's tight ass had in store for a man's cock. For one thing, the muscles were stronger, and tight too, at first if not for very long. At orgasm, even though his ass-hole had turned to sloppy mush, the muscles deep inside Joey's body still managed to give powerful grasping squeezes that threatened to tear my manhood off. However, fucking a boy was more than feeling good, much more than mere nerves and sensations could account for. It was about forbidden sex, about power and control, and whatever it was that made life worth living. For me, it was also about making love to nature's most wonderful creation. Joey and I listened to their rutting, our own fucking temporarily suspended in favor of the perverted pleasure of spying on them. Adams did not give Vincente much respite, not that the boy wanted much judging by the whimpering and pleading sounds he made once the initial shock had passed. Once the boy had loosened up the dominant sound was rhythmic, wet and sloppy, never ending. It was a sound that Joey and I knew well. Without a wrist watch, it was impossible to be certain how long it lasted. Perhaps a few minutes, as long as five. I kept flexing my cock inside Joey's rectum, and he squeezed back with licentious delight. And we listened like voyeurs to the familiar sounds they made, the slap of flesh against flesh, of a cock stabbing through slippery buttocks, squelching when it came back out. Adams grunted loudly when he was done. It did not sound as if Vincente was even close to the peak, but some boys were like that. Fernando said Roddy orgasmed about every other time. Joey was luckier than most boys that way. In one way or another, he climaxed every time if I had anything to do with it. Vincente's small body slumped down when the man released him and stepped away. Absently, still dazed, the boy felt behind him, felt where the man's cock had been, felt the slimy wetness that covered his behind. Not all of it had gone inside. Sometimes I did that to Joey too, pulled out while I was still spurting and let my jizz spurt over his back and butt. That way I had the added pleasure of cleaning him up with my tongue. Most people would think it was disgusting, but it wasn't, not when you loved someone as much as I loved Joey. "Yo cum da lot." The boy sounded disdainful. Joey never did. He was tired but always happy. He enjoyed having my seed inside him, as much as I enjoyed putting it there. It brought us closer somehow, just knowing that my sperm were swimming in his rectum, the same sperm that had created him. "Of course I did kid. The thing is, I always cum a lot with boy-pussy." He was breathless. "You're an okay fuck, Vincente. Not the best I've ever had that's for sure, but for the money you're costing me, you're okay." There was just enough light to see the boy's face. He glowered, clearly unhappy at being cheated of his own release. His hand moved behind him, using his tee-shirt to wipe away the wetness that had sprayed over his cheeks. Adams smirked, taking the tee-shirt to clean his cock off. "You know something, Vinnie?" He didn't wait for an answer. "The boy I really want to fuck is that Joey, the kid from the dock today. Man, but he's one hell of a sexy boy." Vincente slowly came to his feet, picking up his shorts on the way. "You think his cute little ass would be able to take my cock?" Adams continued , his voice cruelly taunting. "I reckon I'm way bigger than his old man, but that kid sure looks as if he's been fucked every day for a year." He smirked, closing his zipper and rearranging his Thai-dyed shirt. Vincente shrugged with the same shameless calm that Joey had after sex. He put his shorts on, moving sluggishly. His tee-shirt, he kept off. If it was done hard and fast, ass-sex tired a boy out, at least for a while. He drooped and breathed heavily. It was like the air had been let out of him. "Hurry up. I've got to meet some friends at ten and I don't want to be late. I'll see you in a while." "What I do till den?" Vincente asked as he closed the button at the top. He had a narrow waist, like Joey, so the shorts hung from his bony hips. "Hell, I don't care. Just keep out of trouble. My meeting shouldn't last more than an hour. Seeing as I'm leaving tomorrow, I expect I'll want more of your ass when I'm done." "I go back to de boat. I wait for yo dere. When yo dones, we fucks 'gain, if yo want?" the boy suggested. He sounded optimistic. Boys were like that once they were used to sex. With practice, fucking their tight little butts became easier, almost too easy. Joey couldn't get enough of my cock, neither could Rodriguez. Although Fernando and I complained about being worn out all the time, it was always said in good fun. "Okay." The man laughed. He slapped the boy's bottom. "You're a horny little fucker aren't you? I won't be long. With luck I'll be screwing you again in an hour." In the darkness I saw the white of his teeth. He reached down, grabbing at the boy's groin. He cupped his hand over that small dark worm and the little pouch beneath, squeezing, making the boy squirm. "Just remember, I'm paying for this so no playing with it till I get back," he guffawed. He started up the beach. "However, if you want to stick another one of those bananas up your ass again to keep yourself loosened up, it's okay by me kid." It seemed as if we were not the only people who had discovered another use for the ubiquitous banana. Sometimes Joey did it to taunt me, stick a banana all the way inside himself until only the stub remained, then bending over in front of me he would push down until it plopped out. Most times I peeled the skin off and ate it. Joey said it was because I was so cheap, that I didn't want to waste good fruit. "Yo fuck dis ass tonight?" The eagerness was unmistakable. When I had seen Vincente at the dock I had suspected that he was physically mature. He hadn't climaxed and his lust still needed satisfying. Joey was the same way, even though he never shot a drop. Once his bowels were loosened up he could go at it for hours at a time. One dry orgasm after another, always hoping that the next one would be even better. It was a pity that I couldn't last the distance. That was when a banana came in handy. "Sure. I promise I'll fuck you again when I get back," he laughed over his shoulder. "Don't worry. Hell, my friends will probably want a piece of your butt. I know they brought a boy with them, that cute little Adam- kid I think. Keep your fingers crossed. Maybe they'll be interested in sharing." He strode off, laughing, disappearing into the darkness, his feet moving silently on the sand. Joey and I stayed joined and waited until the boy tottered off in the opposite direction. From where we were it looked as if he was walking on wobbling legs. We heard the boy wading through the water as he ambled further up the beach. I started thrusting, not wild stabs but deep slow pushes. Joey groaned, hoping clamping his anal muscles, pulling hungrily against my dick. I lasted for a few seconds. It happened too quickly to build up speed, to get the rhythm going. It spurted out, leaking out from around my cock as I shuddered uncontrollably. I cheated Joey of his pleasure, but I couldn't help it. My penis was tender when I pulled it free, still half hard, glistening with slimy streaks of whatever it was that was inside Joey's body. "You okay, lover boy?" I asked softly. I brushed the sand from his back. "Yeah." Joey breathed out. He was grumpy. Usually we timed the moment of climax to within a few seconds of each other. My preference was for him to orgasm just a few seconds before me. It was always better that way, a labor of love pumping through his anal spasms to deposit my jizz deep inside him, knowing that I had satisfied his need. "I tried but I couldn't hold it back," I said guiltily. "Yeah, I know. I was close too, Dad." "Sorry about that, Joey." "You owe me one for later." I helped him to his feet. By the time we were both standing, there was no sign of Vincente, not further up the beach, not even in the water. Perhaps he had already climbed aboard the motor yacht. For an island boy it was an easy swim to where the boat was anchored. Maybe he left the beach and walked to the village. There was no way of telling. He might have even laid down on the sand. We headed back the way we had come, my arm around his slender shoulders. Both of us forgot Joey's miniscule yellow swimming costume. It was left lying on the sand beside the fishing boat. By the time Joey remembered what he wasn't wearing, it was too far to go back. Chapter 5 I fucked Joey again when we got back to the boat, just as soon as we brushed our teeth and got into the forward berth that we shared every night. Four times in a day was only half of our personal record, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. I made certain that he climaxed at the end, because I owed him that. Then, I left my cock buried deep inside him afterwards, waiting until he dropped off to sleep. He liked me doing that. Instead of taking it out and cleaning him up, my cock slept in the oozing womb between his legs, spooning our bodies close together and holding him tightly so that my dick would stay inside him for as long as possible. We usually fell asleep like that, the end of my cock more than far enough inside his anus that it could not slide out. Sometimes it slipped out if we moved apart during the night, sometimes his body excreted it while he slept, and sometimes it was still there when we woke up. Sometimes we fucked again in the middle of the night, lethargic in our lust but happy nonetheless. The next morning, I awoke to find that my cock was still lodged inside him. I smiled and pressed against him, gradually sliding more and more of my morning piss-hardon back into him. It was easy since his anus had not closed up, but I was careful not to wake him, not until he was full of cock, and then some. I had a good rhythm going, deep, not too fast, just the right pace to last until the sun was high enough to reach the cabin windows. Then, Joey woke up. He yawned, and then he gasped in the sudden realization that he was on the brink of orgasm and there was absolutely nothing that he could do, or wanted to do to stop it. Instantly, his body's response to the sensations changed. Instead of twitching the way his body had been doing involuntarily since I started, he trembled. He groaned. A shudder rose up from deep inside him. He gasped, became tense, straining for a second or two before he jerked with half-a-dozen spasms. I slowed, still thrusting but very gently, very deliberately concentrating my efforts in the region of his prostate. Like the crabs we caught in the lagoon, where there was one crab, there was often a second to be found. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh," he murmured. His body heaved, pushing back, straining to take all of my cock. He wanted it deeper. I obliged. And faster too. He heaved again, grunting incoherently, befuddled by sleep and shock and the urgency of what was coming. "You want something for breakfast?" I joked. "No! What I want is for you to fuck me," he groaned. "Like this?" I pushed in deeply and pulled back slowly, dragging Joey backwards on the bed as he tried to keep my cock inside him. "Oh fuck. Do it faster!" I obliged again, pounding against him while realizing that in the position we were in there was little that I could do to build up to the speed he wanted. There was only so much that I could do lying on my side. I flipped Joey over, rolling with him, gasping together as we sought a different position. One that would allow me unfettered access. My favorite position was to have my boy lying on his back with legs up and wrapped around me! The alternative was to put a pillow under his belly and fuck him from behind. However, I liked to see Joey's 'fuck face'. His face scrunched up when he was in ecstasy. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and made animal sounds that ranged from mewing to growling. The faster I fucked, the louder and more desperate he became. I grabbed his legs near his knees and forced them back, higher, beyond his shoulders. His buttocks rose up and his back lifted off the bed. Joey responded by reaching down and grasping my thighs, yanking with all his strength so that I slammed against his buttocks. The sound, the smell, the euphoria of sex filled the cabin. I watched his expression change from rapture to a very different kind of enjoyment. His legs lifted up and wrapped around my waist, pummeling my buttocks with his heels in a vain effort to keep the rate going. Between us, the slimy fluids inside him were churned to foam, squelching out every time I pumped into him. It dribbled out from his loose anus, spewing out along my cock, wetting him and me, spreading over the sheet in streaks. I should have rearranged the towel underneath him first, but it was too late. His fingernails clawed my shoulders, dragging my head down so that I could no longer see his face. The little vampire placed his lips against my neck, sucking hard. I didn't stop him. I needed to preserve my reputation among the tourists as being something of a stud. Little did they know it was a boy instead of some island whore who had left the red marks on my neck. My cock was incredibly hard, plunging in and out, sometimes all the way out, slamming back through his opened boy-hole, all the way in a single brutal thrust that forced the air from his lungs. I felt his second orgasm approaching, tightening spasms around my cock, his legs flailing, driving me on to my own climax. As always, the peak seemed just out of reach until it happened with a glorious, ball-tightening urge to make him mine, my cock straining to get deeper before I ejaculated. I squirted into him, sending pulses of thick hot baby-making jizz inside his slim abdomen. Sometimes I wished he was a girl because then we could make a child together. It was not my imagination that I could feel each spurt forcing its way past his anus to fertilize his already juicy rectum. His fingers still raked my shoulders, but no longer frantic. "You didn't cum?" I gasped. Joey's head barely moved. "No,... s' okay,.... I was so close, Dad?. I was sure I was going to,... right up to the end,..." "I'm afraid the old guy is getting too weak for you," I said. "Five times since yesterday afternoon is too much for one man." Joey scowled good-humoredly. There was no point in complaining. He had felt my jizz spurting out and knew better than to expect me to continue to fuck him. I eased back, delighting in the way that my softening cock dragged back through Joey's bowels. It felt like I was pulling a worm from the sand, stretching it until it popped free. I settled back onto my haunches, looked down between his widespread cheeks. There was oily slime and foam coating his dark-skinned wrinkled balls, all around his crack. A dribble of jizz and yellowish mucus oozed from his anus and slowly crept down his crevice onto the sheet beneath him. I realized that he had been cheated of the ultimate ecstasy for a boy, even if what he shot were blanks. Unfortunately my cock was already limp. Instead, I did the next best thing. I lifted him up, up into the air by his hips and turned him over. He weighed less than most of the fish I had to manhandle aboard the boat when I had a charter. His thighs found a position on my shoulders, his legs bent at the knees behind my head to hold himself in place. His head hung down, reaching to my groin. I held him there with my fingers crooked into his small bony pelvis, my thumbs pressing into his buttocks, splitting him open again. The smell, the sight of his recently fucked anus still drooling my cum, was an instant aphrodisiac. I buried my face into his succulent heat, his slippery smooth cheeks rubbing against my bristly cheeks. My tongue slurped up and down his crack, tasting that nutty flavor, inhaling the fecal odor, absorbing the sweet muskiness that came from having anal sex with a boy. Joey groaned and my tongue plunged forward. His anus was loose, sloppy loose, sucking up against my lips. I was barely aware of his frenzied exhortations, loud nearly incoherent demand to pleasure him there at his nether opening. Kissing his ass, especially after sex, was one of my favorite pastimes. Sometimes at night, I did it for an hour or more, paying homage to his body, thanking him for what he had given to me. There was no pucker to hold my tongue back. I stabbed it into him, working it around and around, then darting back and forth. He writhed against me, experiencing different sensations to being fucked, but no less profound, no less overwhelming. His legs pulled against my head as he tried to get my tongue deeper. I responded by moving away from his weakened hole, sucking on the taut knot of his balls, taking the entire hemisphere of wrinkled skin into my mouth. His face was against my groin and Joey did what was expected of him. I felt his tongue first. A year ago he would never have done it. Of course, he sucked my cock all the time, but not after it had been inside him. Now, he was shameless. There were no inhibitions to hold us back. He licked, smooched, salivated over the slimy shaft. I felt his tongue, then his lips around the head, sucking like a baby on its mother's breast. Slowly, the ring of his lips slid down it until half of my cock was inside his mouth. It was different to his anus, not as tight for one thing, but just as wonderful. I felt my cock beginning to respond. Sometimes it worked. At the same time, I used the fingers of my right hand to probe into his rectum. Joey's legs tightened, his arms grasping at me to hold himself in place, deep-throating my cock while his body dropped lower and lower. I slid two fingers through his anus, eliciting a loud gasp at the sudden fullness again. He bucked against me, thrusting his pelvis, fucking himself. However, my hand was poorly positioned and my fingers did not reach far enough. I peeled his naked body away from me and let him drop onto the bed. By then, he was shaking and so aroused that it was all he could do to look at me, silently pleading. My dick was barely lifting up and while it would have been a simple matter to stuff a few inches inside his dilated anus, it would not have done any good. "I doan 'lieve yo still fuckin' dat boy?" I groaned, recognizing Fernando's voice. He was close, probably standing on the dock, had been there for a while and close enough to hear everything we had said and done since Joey had woken up. "Yo man," I shouted back. "I've been in his ass since last night." Fernando laughed, a rollicking laugh that could probably be heard back in the village. "All dis time you fuck 'im? Yo wear out dat boy-ass. Keep dat up and he woan' be no better fuck dan some ole whore." "Yeah," Joey chortled. "Tell me about it. He just gone done and he's thinking about doing it again." "What ya want, Fernie?" I asked without turning around. Joey grinned, pulling against my fingers to keep my mind on what I was supposed to be doing. "Roddy 'n me, we comes 'board an' talk, okay?" I grinned at Joey, then turned my hands palm up. It was up to him. He nodded, reaching to pull the top sheet up to cover his naked body. Apparently, he had some inhibitions left. There was a loud thud as Fernando jumped onto the deck. The softer thud was Rodriguez. I had my shorts on by the time they came into the cabin. Fernando winked at Joey. "He fuck you good 'tis mornin', boy?" Joey grinned shamelessly back at him and then smirked at me. They had seen him naked often enough. He had nothing to hide. "Yeah, but he cummed about a minute too early." Fernando chuckled, draping his right arm around Roddy's shoulders to give his nephew an affectionate hug. Rodriguez rolled his eyes, pretending he didn't relish being hugged in front of us. Like Joey, he liked being cuddled, but for island boys it was seldom done in public. "He be fuckin' yo boy pussy de ways ya need, baby, or ya brin' dat little puss to me, hear. I fucks boys' ass proper, don' I Roddy? I knows boys 'n all de ways dey likes to take de man-cock." Rodriguez nodded vigorously. He kept watching Joey, as fascinated as I was by Joey's lean brown body. "I'm afraid he's right. I came a bit too fast," I admitted. "I was just finishing him off with a finger fuck when you showed up." Fernando gave me dour look. "Yo use de nana for boys like dat one, boss. Dem boys like yo Joey needs dat. Ese beeg. 'e needs it deep in dere. Ain't no fingers gonna fix dat place like da nana." "Banana?" I asked. It was impossible not to smile. Fernando was a banana aficionado. Fernando nodded. "He lotta like Roddy so he need da biggest dere is, dat horny boy a yers." Soon after we had arrived at St. Angelique Cay, Fernando and Rodriguez had introduced us to the dildo of choice in the islands. I bought them in bulk from the farmers, for nutrition, because Joey had a perpetual iron deficiency, and for times like this. There were always a half-a-dozen bananas in the galley. Without being asked, Rodriguez hurried from the cabin and grabbed a banana that was the largest of the bunch. It was close to being ripe. I met him on the way back to the bed. I bit off the stalk-end because that could scratch sometimes. I stopped to squirt a bead of coconut oil down the side, then as I climbed onto the bed and took my position alongside Joey. He had already turned onto his belly. The sheet had been pushed away. So much for his inhibitions. He looked over his shoulder, smirking, visibly anticipating something larger than a couple of my fingers. With a finger, I smeared the oil over the yellow- green skin. It was bigger than my cock, but without the huge, flared, crimson head, it was not nearly as threatening. Bananas, because they were pointed and smooth, could be inserted into a boy's anus relatively easily. The added benefit was that once the tip was in, the rest slid in with very little effort. In fact, once the banana was halfway in, I had to be careful to keep a firm grip on the end. A lot of the island boys, even the straight boys tried bananas in their asses sooner or later. Tropical 'corn-holing' in a way, yet it always amused me when the local boys called their friends 'yella fella' and talked about doing 'sit downs'. I knew what they meant. Joey sighed when the cool stalk started to slide through his anus. One inch. Two inches. By the third inch his hands were clenched into fists. It was so large that it was starting to hurt. Still, Rodriguez was wide-eyed and visibly impressed at how easily it went in. Fernando lounged against the door, watching. He was interested too, but for some reason of his own he did not want to be too obvious about it. Joey's bottom quivered without warning and tried to pull away and I was still some distance from the point of maximum width. I could see his buttocks clenching, fighting the natural rejection of something foreign. He forced himself to relax. "You doing okay kid?" I asked. Joey nodded uncertainly. "More?" He nodded again, even more uncertain. "It's big,.... Man it's big. Keep going, Dad," he murmured. "Feels good though, huh?" I teased. Joey growled menacingly. It was a very different feeling to my cock even when the banana reached body-temperature. It was so thick and smooth it could slide back and forth almost without friction, especially when it was covered in oil. His anus pulsated around the thickening shaft, giving way. Already, he was stretched so wide that his anus was a pale thin line. Another inch. Then another inch. His anus had been defeated. It pulled inward suddenly, tugging, trying to draw even more inside him. He shuddered suddenly. It was far enough inside to press against his prostate. I stopped pushing. "Oh fuck!" Joey groaned. "Oh yeah,.... Oh God." "He be likin' dat, don' he?" Fernando guffawed. "Da's a boy's best fren yo got in dere. Dat ole nana's good, ain it Joey? He fuck dat boy-pussy when dere's no mens. De best thing fo fuckin' dat pussy when dere's only boys." Joey nodded urgently. I moved it gently, testing. It was tightly buried, but not so tight it couldn't slide. A good third of the banana could still be seen. He was getting ready to climax when his toes curled over. His eyes closed to slits, his teeth clenched as tightly as his impotent little fists. "Do it baby. Let it all out. Cum for me, lover boy," I said. I began to jerk the banana back and forth, not moving it in and out, but levering it hard against his prostate. His arms and legs twitched in a sudden frenzy, writhing before my punishing attack. He was very close, then his head threw back in a silent wail. His naked twitching body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. With both concern and amusement I watched Joey shudder again and again. Not half a dozen times like I did, but at least twice that number until I lost count. It lasted for nearly a minute before he pushed feebly at my hand to move it away. That was what he usually did to show that he'd had enough. I left the banana inside him, not daring to move it until he slowly came down, until his breathing was no longer coming in gasping bursts but something steadier. I eased it out of him a fraction of an inch at time. It came out clean and glistening, shiny with a slick film of oil and nothing more. I dropped it on his trembling belly. "That one was worth watching, I reckon Fernando," I teased. "Dat boy cummed good. I sure s'prised dere ain't a few drop a' somethin' tha way he carry on." Joey laughed, his breathing still erratic. "Yeah,... I wish," he finally managed to say. He smirked at me, running his fingers along the oily skin of the banana. "I think I'm ready for breakfast now, Dad." "Dere ain' time fer dat," Fernando interjected suddenly. "Da's wat we comes 'ere to say. Ya gotta be comin' wid us. Dem boys catch de Georgetun ferry ter school today." "What's up, Fernando?" I asked as I stood up and moved away from the bed. His tone was more worried than it had ever been. Something was wrong, very wrong. Fernando glanced at Joey nervously, then at me. He was frightened. "De hooker boy, he come to de bar from dat beeg fishin' boat,...las' night, " he whispered so Joey could not hear, "Roddy find 'im dead on de beach."