Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 18:46:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pleasure Island (M/b, oral, anal)

This story contains descriptions of love and sex between males of different
generations. If you are too young to read these stories, or it is illegal
where you are, or you are offended by descriptions contained within, then
stay away! Please donate to the free board that posts this story. Copyright
2002, Matt Spencer.

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It's hard to say how one hears about such a place. A short note from an
admiring reader.... a whisper in a bathhouse....sufficient to say that I
found myself on a jet to an airport on an island somewhere west of
California or east of Florida, and then on a small boat to a remote island
minutes, hours or days away. As the boat approached the island, I saw
lovely, swaying palm trees and bright bursts of tropical flowering bushes,
like pubic hair at the base of so many young cocks.

As the boat tied up at the short pier, I pulled my 25 year old, 6', 180
pound frame up onto the grayed wooden wharf, and strode towards the
native-style villa a few hundred yards away, under the phallic palm
trees. Before I had walked more than a few feet though, a small figure
detached from the villa and hurried toward me. The figure turned out to be
a young boy, no more than 13 or so, about 5' tall, perhaps 85 pounds,
wearing a thin fabric thong and sandals only. The fabric did nothing to
hide the fact that the boy, whose face appeared angelic to me, had an
erection. I could clearly see the outline of his full 5" of cock, pointing
straight up towards his face, and his small balls beneath.

His beautifully white, even teeth signaled his mood, as he smiled broadly
at me, his tan skin making the contrast even greater. His long brown hair,
shoulder length in the back, and with a long tuft in the front that would,
from time to time, cover his green eyes, flowed with his movement, and
curled against his smooth skin where it touched him. "Welcome to Pleasure
Island," he announced in his young boy voice. "My name is Chris. May I take
your bag?"

As I only had a small gym bag, since I'd been warned of the dress code, it
was very light and easy for Chris to handle. He immediately took my left
hand into his right, and led me toward the building. His touch was warm and
soft, and I felt my own 8" cock stiffening at this unexpected contact with
such a delightful and lovely boy. He chattered about the weather, the
foliage, and so on, but I found my eyes fixed on his warm, slim body, and
the very thin piece of fabric slipping between his tight butt cheeks, to
disappear between their plumpness. I wondered if I'd be lucky enough to see
more of Chris.

Too soon we arrived at the "Administration Building," whose origin and
styling appeared to be French. Inside, I found a small reception desk
manned by a beautiful 30 year old woman. She greeted me warmly by name,

"M'sieur Mercer, may I call you Matt? We are very informal here." At my
quizzical look, she laughed. "You are wondering why there is a woman at a
men and boy's island, yes?" I nodded, and she continued. "The owner
discovered that no man could work on the island, regardless of his
orientation or proclivities, and resist our boys for long. The first few
resort managers were straight men, but, unfortunately for the owner, not
for long. So, he decided that a lesbian would make a better choice, and so
it has worked out. I live here with my life partner, and we are very happy
to have each other, thank you!"

She explained that her name was Noelle, and that this would be the only
time other than checkout that I should see her. All my other needs would be
taken care of by staff, who were boys ranging in age from 8 years old to
18, with most between 10 and 14 in age. I asked where the boys came
from. She replied that the owner was a wealthy traveler who specialized in
rescuing boys from desperate situations of poverty or family abuse, and his
travels took him all over the world in this pursuit.

Noelle explained that there was only one piece of apparel for the male
guests on the island, basically a Hawaiian type shirt, of colorful print,
and nothing else. At the look on my face, she added, "Our guests find that
they have no need of shorts, or pants, or even underwear. Indeed, often
those things impede them unnecessarily, so the shirt to keep the sun off is
ideal." With that, she handed Chris a small package and told him to take me
to "Number 7." With that, Chris eagerly took my hand in his, and led me
out, and around the rear of the building.

We walked down a wide path which was walled in by beautiful foliage, as
colorful birds flew to and fro overhead. On the way, Chris took my hand,
and, unexpectedly, placed my hand on his smooth, warm rear end. I could
feel him wiggling his butt inside my grasp, and he looked up happily at
me. My hand closed over his hairless orbs, and then we paused. Chris folded
himself into my arms, and buried his face in my chest. He lifted his face
up to mine, and we were soon joined in a passionate kiss, his warm, soft
lips pressed against mine, his wet tongue sliding against my lips as he
sought entry into my increasingly hungry mouth.

Reflexively my hands both kneaded his butt cheeks, as Chris pressed his
completely erect penis against my leg. Reaching down with one hand, Chris
freed his cock from its slight imprisonment, and began frigging himself
hard. I knelt down in front of him, right there on the trail, and took his
rampant, cut dick into my mouth, slowly at first, then more deeply, sucking
his hot, smooth tube of boy flesh into my mouth, swirling around his
already wet head with my tongue. The darkening red, smooth, flared head of
his penis fit perfectly into my mouth, resting on my lips, with no danger
of teeth scraping, as might happen with a larger dick.

"Oh, yes, Matt, oh god, that feels so nice! Please suck my dick into your
hot mouth! Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Play with my ass while you suck my hot cock!
That makes me cum so much harder!" When he said this, I slipped my right
hand around to his luscious ass cheeks, moving aside the little piece of
floss keeping me from his hole. He cooperated by wiggling his ass around
for me, spreading his legs wider, and my hand slid under the thong. I could
feel the intense heat coming from Chris's tiny anus. My index finger
quickly found the puckered entrance to his 13 year old rectum, and I
tentatively touched it to see his reaction. Chris sighed, and pushed his
ass against my finger, anxious to feel me inside him.

My finger continued to toy with the puckered flesh of Chris's tight anus. I
felt it open, like a flower opening up under my touch, and I slowly slid
inside Chris's volcano-hot rectum. He moaned loudly as I did, and his
little cock jerked several times in my mouth, spitting a premature
ejaculation, signaling the approach of a greater cum in my mouth. I savored
the taste of Chris's lovely fluid, and worked harder for more of it. I
started sucking on his boyish cock, which was completely hairless, except
for perhaps 5 or 6 tightly curled hairs at the bottom of Chris's tight ball
sack.

I began fucking my finger in and out of Chris's delectable little ass. He
was silky smooth back there, like an aroused woman's pussy, and I wondered
how that could be. It was later that I found out that many of the boys on
the island would lubricate themselves before an encounter with a male
visitor, the better to please their guests. I felt Chris's little anus grip
my finger as it slipped in and out of him, and I could actually feel him
sucking my finger back in, or at least that's how it felt.

As Chris moaned again, then whispered, "Please Matt, please let me shoot my
cum in your mouth! I can't wait, it's too much.....". Chris then began
tugging on the sparse patch of pubic hair at his ball sack, while I swirled
my tongue around under the flare of his delicious cock head, and my free
hand stroked up and down the base of his shaft, for a distance of 3 inches
or so. As you might imagine, the friction on all parts of his cock and
balls, combined with the frantic finger fucking of his hot asshole, brought
impetuous Chris to orgasm very quickly, and he shot his full load of
creamy, hot cum onto my tongue, filling my mouth and leaking down my chin.

I savored his semen, running it over my tongue to get the full impact of
this young boy's male juice, then swallowed the excess, leaving a small
amount on my tongue to taste, and feel, and smell. I rose up and kissed
Chris's gasping mouth, feeling his warm breath join with mine, and his
exhausted tongue touched mine. We resumed our stroll to my residence, my
hand this time resting firmly on his ass, under his thong, my middle finger
inside his rectum.

I opened the cane door to the bungalow, and Chris entered first, spreading
his arm in a flourish, and grinning madly. The accommodations were
sumptuous, but entirely in keeping with the tropical milieu. A small cane
settee, chairs and coffee table, accompanied by a cane and wicker bar, made
up the seating area. Chris eagerly led me to the partially divided bedroom
suite beyond it. I was very much impressed by the king size bed which held
court in the center of the room.

"Please, can we..." Chris said, then pulled me over to the bed. He quickly
removed my few clothes, then gently pushed me onto the middle of the bed,
my head resting on a plump pillow. He then slowly, sexily removed his one
little piece of clothing for me, slowly and teasingly exposing his smooth,
hairless body to my delighted sight. After divesting himself completely of
clothing, he stood naked in front of me, his penis adorably twitching with
his indefatigable passion, then twirled like a ballerina, allowing me
glimpses of all his young, male beauty.

Chris then made a mad dash for the bed, and jumped on, landing perfectly
next to me in the comfortable mattress. I pulled him to me, content to feel
his hot body next to mine, though I'm sure that my hard, twitching 8" cock,
with its drooling pre-cum dripping from the piss slit, gave me away.

I asked Chris how it was he had ended up in such a place. He looked at me
confidently, and said softly, "Matt, I haven't `ended up' here. I'm making
my way up in the world, and this was my best chance. You see, the owner of
this island discovered me living in a house with my parents in rural
Arkansas, that they had turned into a crystal meth lab. My chances of
surviving the next year and avoiding either being blown up or drugged to
death were very slim. This opportunity has saved my life, and after I
accumulate enough money, I am going to art school. The owner thinks that
should be in another year or so. That is, if one of the guests doesn't fall
in love with me and take me away first, as often happens here!" With that,
he looked deeply into my eyes in a way that moved me profoundly.

Chris explained the ways of the island to me, as he lay nestled in my arms,
his warm breath racing across my chest, his hand resting comfortably on my
hairy cock and balls. "Matt, I have been assigned as the person to turn
down your sheets at night. You are free to acquaint yourself with any of
the boys you meet here, in any manner you choose, but I will be here at
night to tuck you in, and anyone else you may choose, to sweet dreams."

I lifted Chris's small body up so that his sweet face was next to mine, and
sighed, "If the other boys are anything at all like you, Chris, I'm going
to be very, very exhausted, I think."


I suspect that this story may have more parts in the future. If you'd like
to see more, drop me a line at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com. Thanks, and aloha!
Jeff Spencer