Date: Thu, 1 May 2008 11:13:44 -0400
From: billy.ray.2@gmail.com
Subject: Escape to Palau - Chapters 1 and 2

The following story is a work of my imagination - pure fiction.  Please
don't read if you are under 18 or are offended by stories of man to man
sex.


Chapter 1

"C'mon boys," dad said rushing into the bedroom I shared with my older
brother John, "we're moving!"  As he came in he threw down two rather large
and familiar suitcases on the twin beds.  "Whatever you can get in there,
you can take with you.  Better get going because we're leaving in three
hours," he said before turning and storming back out of the room.

I looked at the clock - it was only 6:00am and on a Saturday no less.  I
should be doing what every normal 16 year old teen would be doing on a
Saturday morning - sleeping in!  Instead John and I lay in snug in our beds
in silence for a couple of minutes, each of us a bit stunned.  Dad was
career navy so the moving thing wasn't way out of the ordinary; it's just
that it had never had this sense of urgency before.  Usually we would have
at least a few weeks' notice; enough time to say goodbye to the fleeting
friendships we had made over the previous year or so, time to pack all of
the stuff we had acquired over the years into boxes hoping they would make
it to the next house in one piece, and time to acclimate ourselves to the
idea of moving to yet another country again.

"I don't hear any movement in there!"  yelled dad from his own room next
door.

"Where we going dad?" I hollered back quickly jumping from the warm cocoon
of my bed.

"Just pack for the tropics, you won't need much.  I'm going to have the
rest of our stuff packed and put into storage."

Because of dad's area of expertise (we never really knew for sure that was
though, something to do with foreign policy which is why we rarely lived in
the States) he was assigned new tours of duty more often than most of the
other kids' parents we knew.  In fact, as a sophomore in high school I was
already in my 11th school in 10 years of schooling.  You could get really
hung up over moving so often like a lot of the kids did at the DoD schools
normally attended.  But John and I always looked at each new place as a new
adventure, quickly learned how adapt to be open to new ideas and different
ways of life - as well as making friends rather quickly.  This had been the
first time we had lived in the U.S. for any length of time - all of eleven
months - and I was getting quite used to living in the vibrant city of
Washington D.C.  Dad was actually stationed at the Pentagon, and John and I
went to a rather nice private school in the city - thanks to the prosperity
and graciousness of our rich maternal grandfather.  Neither of us really
liked the school too much, a bit snooty for our tastes, but we realized the
education we were getting was excellent and would put us ahead if we had to
miss any school when we were reassigned to a new home.

"Could we be going back to Guam?" I asked my brother.

"Nah, except for coming back to D.C. we never go the same place twice you
know that.  It must be big though, something must be up for us to be
leaving this quickly."

"Not Kwajalein I hope."  I'd heard horror stories of how bad life could be
there. "Or Diego Garcia."

"Remember bro, we gotta be open to anything.  Doubt we're going there
though - we wouldn't be in such a hurry."  It had only been the three of us
since our mother (or as dad liked to refer her: "she-who-bore-his-sons")
had decided she would rather stay put in Boston society rather than explore
the world with her family.  John and I were really young at the time of
their divorce and we really never got to know our mother. She tried to have
us come visit her during holidays and summer vacations, but for some reason
or another she would always cancel at the last minute.  After a few years
she just stopped trying to see us altogether and now our contact with her
had dwindled to birthday cards and an occasional Christmas present.  Her
father, a successful trial attorney, was much better as seeing his
grandsons. He makes it a point to see us at least once a year, which is
often no easy feat Granddad is all about family, and he still keeps his
loyalty to his daughter, ex-son-in-law, and John and I.

In spite of all the moves and dad's career, we are all really close.  We
have to be.  We know that no matter where in the world we are, we always
have each other.  And not a bad group of guys either.  The O'Neill's are a
hearty group of men - John and I are Irish on both sides, Mom's a
Fitzgerald - and I must admit all three of us were head-turners.  Dad
stands about 6' 4" with deep red hair that grows in thickly all over his
body.  From the top of his head, to his broad firm chest, to the deep
crevasse of his bubbled ass, there is this beautiful straight crimson hair.
I've had the chance to compare dad to other men (the military doesn't breed
shyness in the locker rooms) and have noticed that his body hair is pretty
different from all the rest.  It's without any curl, brush-able, Big Foot.
He also has a build that belies his 40 years; broad shoulders, big arms,
flat stomach, and big round (hairy) globes as an ass.  No matter how busy
he is at work, dad makes sure he keeps a very strict workout regimen.
Every morning he either swims with John and I (our only consistency moving
place to place is a swim team) or goes to the gym and lifts weights.  And
when he swims he isn't like the other parents doing a bit of lap swimming.
Instead, he swims along with the senior age-group swimmers and generally
kicks our butts.  John, my best friend and brother, is the spitting image
of our father just a bit leaner and much less hirsute (he has a little of
that beautiful straight hair on his pecs and the ubiquitous goody-trail,
but no one would ever call him Sasquatch like they do dad), and at a little
over 6' 5" he's the tallest of us all.  He also has the deepest blue eyes
you'll ever see - so blue they're often mistaken for violet.  Usually the
girls at the schools fawn all over my big brother when we arrive - which is
really cool in an ever-changing environment, any cliques that have been
built are torn down immediately for a good looking stud.  But because he's
so shy he normally relies on me to start most of those initial
conversations for him.  I've never met a stranger.  There are times when I
wish I were shy -- my big mouth and dry sense of humor often gets in the
way.  I'll tease just about anyone the way I do with John and dad and I'm
discovering that some people don't take to that well.  Most of the time
though we're able to make friends pretty fast, military brats have to -
it's kind of the silent code.  It's either that or become really lonely.
Oh, as for my looks, I take after mom's side of the family - Black Irish.
Black hair, fair skin, and not a hair on my body except on my head, legs,
butt (okay, a bit heavy round that part) and around the base of my dick And
of course I'm the runt of the family - only 6" 1'.

Ever since mom moved out, we're none too shy about being naked around each
other either.  Dad doesn't see any use in hiding, "we're all built the
same," he says. We're not hard-core naturists, but we all feel pretty
comfortable with our bodies and don't mind spending time without any
clothes.  This makes it pretty easy to cop a look at the family's jewels
now and then.  Although he moved to the U.S. when he was very young, dad
was born in Ireland so there was no involuntary circumcision.  When John
was born my mother was appalled that dad insisted his son was going to be
left intact.  I guess they argued for days about my brother's foreskin and
according to dad it was really the beginning of the end of their marriage.
When I was born 13 months later, the argument came to a head again.  Dad
stood his ground and wouldn't let the scalpel near his second son's penis
either.  Go dad!  I've got to say we all sport a pretty good heft down
there as well.  Because we usually share a bedroom, I see John's morning
wood from time to time and he's about the same size and shape as me which
is about 81/2" when I'm fully hard.  Dad's dick is another story altogether
- I swear it enters the room five minutes before the rest of him.  He never
tries to hide an erection the way John does, especially lately.  We only
have one bathroom in this tiny apartment so dad has to plod down the hall
to piss off his morning hard-on.  He's enormous!  Longer and wider than
both of ours, his dick must be 10", I swear!

"Tropical.  That pretty much means shorts, bathing suits and t-shirts,"
John reminded me.  We'd spent a year on Guam and 18 months in the
Philippines so we knew exactly what to pack - pretty much the whole top
drawer of my dresser!  After about 20 minutes we were all packed and as
John went to grab a shower, I went to try and get a bit more information
from dad.  In all the excitement I still hadn't dressed nor had I even
taken time to throw on a pair of shorts, so I traipsed down the hallway
wearing nothing but a big smile.

"So pop, where are we going really?" I asked as I turned the corner into
his room.  My question was answered by dead air, he wasn't there.  But I
did hear the shower running down the hall, so back down I went.  Sure,
there was steam coming from inside the shower stall, but instead of being
in the shower as I had expected, he was standing in front of the toilet,
legs apart, hands on his hips, and letting go of a full stream of piss.
All I could do was stand there and stare.  I'd seen him naked so many times
before, even seen him fully erect.  But for some reason was finding this to
be dead sexy.  Dad had pulled his foreskin back exposing the pink
helmet-head of his dick, and was just watching his own healthy and heavy
stream flow.  Suddenly he turned his head toward me and noticed my
jaw-dropping stare.  With a cocky grin he said, "What's up sport?"

Sure we've all seen each other naked many times before, but this time was
different for some reason.  There I stood trying desperately to hide the
accidental erection that had suddenly sprouted.

"Um. We're all packed and, um well I think we're almost ready to go." I
said with my eyes still transfixed on his meat.

"You taken a shower yet?"

"N-n-no, not yet."  God, I just wanted to hold his dick while he was
urinating.  What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm getting hot for my
father...while he's peeing! I just couldn't avert my eyes -- it was a
gorgeous and fucking sexy sight.

"The waters' all warm in there." he told me pointing toward the shower, "Go
ahead and get in and I'll take mine in a bit."  I swear his dick was
growing!  In fact, he had to take himself into his hand and point his dick
downward to avoid missing.

Finally I was able to break out of my stupor and hopped in closing the door
behind me.  But I noticed I could still see dad's outline through the
frosted glass.  He finished his piss and took a bit more time than would
seem to be normal to shake off the last drops.  When he turned to walk back
to his bedroom I could see he was now at full mast!  When I felt safe from
his peering eyes I quickly started beating off.  I couldn't get the thought
of his dick out of my head.  For the first time in my life I wondered what
it would be like to have another man's dick in my mouth.  I've had sex with
some of the girls at school, but never really got into it that much.  I
just figured I hadn't met the "right one."  Sure I loved getting my rocks
off, what guy wouldn't, but the sex seemed to have something missing.  Now
I was beating off at the thought of my own father's penis - and loving it.

I let the warm water splash on top of my head as I leaned back onto the
tiled shower wall, my eyes closed, caressing one of my nipples with my
right hand and vigorously jacking off with my left.  As I was getting
closer and closer, my fantasy was suddenly shattered.  "Forgot I'd already
packed the shampoo," dad said as he opened the door handing me a plastic
bottle.  Of course his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what
I was in the middle of.  "I'm sorry," he said, but now it was his turn to
be transfixed.  As he was handing it to me he nearly dropped the bottle of
shampoo because he was staring so hard at my crotch.  He just stood there
watching me, and I of course stared right back at his erection.  And then
without warning, I came, spewing cum all over, shooting hard enough and far
enough to land on him.  I didn't just shoot a little either; when I was
finished he seemed to be covered in my white stuff.  Then just a numbing
silence.  We just stared at each other, wide-eyed and our jaws dropped,
neither of us knowing what was going to happen next.  "Guess you needed
that, didn't you?" he finally said as a grin grew on his handsome
face. What could we do?  Recognizing the absurdity of the moment we both
started laughing hysterically.  "We all do that from time to time Frankie,
it's part of being a man.  Don't feel guilty about staring at my own
hard-on either, every guy is curious in one way or another.  Plus just
seeing you watching me was kind of exciting."

"Sorry dad, I couldn't help myself. It won't happen again I promise."

"No, really son, don't worry about it. I need to get into the shower now
and get all this stuff off me and then we need to get going.  Go make sure
your brother's ready and I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes."  As we
were trading places dad stared intently into my eyes, I swear his glance
was filled with lust.  We passed through the narrow shower doorway, and
were close enough that our cocks lightly brushed up against each other.  We
were both still hard and we just stood there for a few seconds not knowing
what to do.  Dad started leaning in towards me, our dicks still rubbing,
and as his lips inched ever so closely to mine he veered off a bit so we
were standing cheek to cheek.  I felt the rough manliness of his beard and
the warmth of his skin next to mine.  Then the biggest shock of my life -
he reached around me with his big hairy arms and while grabbing my ass
pulled me into a big bear hug.  "We'll continue this later if you want
Frank, but right now we really have to go," he whispered into my ear.
Then, he drew back seized the back of my head and kissed me firmly on the
lips.

I thought I was going to faint.  I realized this is what had been missing
in my sexual escapades - a man!  And what a man!  I opened my lips and in
came his tongue. "Damn!  I'm making out with my father and it's the best
kissing I've ever had in my life," I thought.  "Get out of here," he said
as he broke our embrace, "before I can't stop. I promise, we'll have plenty
of time for this when we get to Palau."

"That's fantastic!" We'd been there before as a vacation spot from Guam.
Mind you this was several years ago - I think I was seven.  No matter, I'm
sure it's still the paradise I remember, and now we're going to live there!
"Why the rush though?"  "The guy I'm replacing had a stroke and needs to
come back to the States to recover.  So, I need to get there and take over
his projects before they fall through. Mrs Carmichael (our
landlady/housekeeper/den mother) has been nice enough to volunteer to pack
what we don't need into storage, so don't worry about your things; except,
of course, you don't want a sixty year-old woman discovering something.
And if you need to, throw that stuff away now before you give the poor
woman a stroke.  Now go get dressed, we need to make this flight!"

My dick still at full mast, I headed back to get dressed and finish up with
the last minute details.  "What got you so excited," John said as he eyed
my aroused state.

"Um...dad, I think.  I'll tell you about it later.  But dude, we're headed
to Palau!"

CHAPTER 2

Traveling is really cool - it's just getting there that's really hard.
Dulles to Los Angeles: 5 hours.  Los Angeles to Honolulu: 5 hours.
Honolulu to Guam: 7 hours.  Guam to Palau: 1 hour.  Total travel time
including layovers: 26!  It always amazes me that you can get halfway
around the world (literally!) in a day.  Of course when you're enduring the
endless flight it doesn't seem as romantic. Sitting, eating, sitting,
watching a movie or two, sitting, stealing a beer from dad, more sitting,
trying to catch a nap, sitting.  It's an endless drone.  But there's really
nothing better than leaving snow and cold (both four-letter words.
Coincidence? I don't think so) and get that first blast of tropical air
when you step off the plane.  We were all so tired though, I don't think we
had enough energy to fully relish these limestone islands, lush with
tropical greenery and surrounded by pristine coral reefs.  We had been able
to get a quick view of the islands through the window of the plane as we
were coming in for landing.  Azure - the only word that describes the color
of the water.

We stepped down the portable ramp (Palau may be an International airport,
but it's still a poor island nation.  The terminal was about 50 yards away,
and although it probably was built to resemble a traditional meeting house
-bai - it reminded me more of the KOA campground office in Panama City
Beach, Florida) we noticed man waving at us as we walked toward the
terminal.  "Mr. O'Neill?" he asked in a noticeably thick Australian accent.
"You must be Julian," my dad said extending his hand to greet this fresh
face.  "How'd you know it was us?"

"Your commander said to look for a lot of red hair.  You pretty much fit
that description - I went with my instincts from there."  This 20-something
year old man who stood before us exuded masculinity.  Square jaw, heavy
beard, strong forearms, large hands.  It may have been the heavy eyebrows
and initial stern look, but at first sight he was an imposing man.  What
else could you think?  He's gigantic.  Both my brother and father are what
you'd call really tall (no, I'm not short by any means, but they always
chide me about being the 'runt'.) and Julian is about their height, but he
also has them by at least 50 pounds of sheer muscle.  This guy is ripped!
His pecs were about to bust from the wife-beater t-shirt he was wearing;
two dense mounds of flesh.  His arms looked as if he had had baseballs
implanted into his biceps, and his forearms would display every sinewy
muscle on his forearms if you could possibly see through the dusting of
hair.  Oh yeah, he was definitely hairy.  The dark tufts of curly black
hair escaped from the top and shoulders of his shirt, implying much more
below.

Then he smiled.  I don't know if it was the jet lag or if it was something
else - but I swear my heart melted right at that moment.  It was the
brightest and warmest smile I've ever seen.  I knew right then he and I
were going to be very close friends.  "Julian, these are my boys - Frank
and John.  Boys, this is Julian.  There isn't much of a school here for you
to go to, and I didn't really want to ship you off to boarding school in
Guam or Hawaii, so with the money your grandfather provides for school I've
been able to hire Julian to be your tutor."

My brain seriously suffering the effects of jet lag, registered the fact
that Mr. Adonis here was going to be our new teacher but that was about it.
All I wanted right now was a bed, one that I could crawl into and sleep
indefinitely.  "It's about a fifteen minute drive to the house we rented
for you.  I'm afraid it only has three bedrooms so the boys will have to
share." Julian said.  Wait, wait.  Three of us and three bedrooms, wouldn't
that mean we'd each have a room to ourselves?

Dad must have noticed the quizzical looks on our faces, "Julian has been
kind enough to scout out a place for us to live on a really short notice.
Plus, he needs a place to stay too, so he's going to live with us for
awhile.  We'll see how it works and if he needs to get a break from us
we'll work things out.  This is the best we could do with such a short time
to plan."  It was fine, really.  I've shared a room with John for as long
as I can remember, and really like being around him.  "So, you just arrived
too Julian?" I asked.

"Yeah, I got here two days ago.  I'd registered for a teaching job online,
and your dad contacted me through there last week.  Who would've known that
you could get a call on Friday and be in a new country ready for work on
Tuesday!  I spent yesterday trying to find the house, hopefully it'll do
you."

I don't remember much of the drive from the airport to our new house.  I
know we passed through the main town of Koror, went across a bridge to
Arakabesan (which really looked out of place as it was so modern), and up a
short hill towards thick jungle.  After rounding a tight curve on the
dirt/gravel road, Julian quickly turned the Jeep to the right, going up
another steep trail, which turned out to be the driveway to the house.

"I think we were really lucky to get this place," Julian said.  "It's no
mansion, but it's really one of the nicest houses on the island.  It
supposed went up for rent ten minutes before I got to the rental office."
As we crested the hill, there is was.  It looked like a traditional bai, a
long raised building with a steeply pitched thatch roof used mainly for
village meeting halls.  But it was built by an expat, so it had most of the
modern amenities you'd need - stove, fridge, indoor plumbing.  It also had
windows, and walls set up to form three bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom,
and a living room. From the living area, was a deep veranda that has one of
the best views of the islands you can find.

After dropping my bags into the room designated as John's and mine, I found
a towel, stripped down, and went to the bathroom for a long, soothing
shower.  I stood there for a few minutes in the middle of the room with the
towel wrapped tightly around my waist.  Something's missing I thought.
Sink: check.  Toilet: check. "DAD!"

Being exhausted I must have instilled a little too much emotion in my
voice, because instead of just my father, all three of them came running in
to see what the emergency was. "There's no shower!"

Laughing hysterically, "Oh, that's outside, mate" Julian said.  "We're at
the highest point of the island, so there's no one to peek down at you, and
I don't know if you noticed, it's pretty warm outside and it stays that way
all year round.  Let me show you guys where it is."  Out the side entrance,
down the steps, through a little wooded area guided by stone steps.  At the
end of the short path was a surprisingly large wooden structure.  No
ceilings, just four walls made from tightly laced wood which stood about 5
feet high.  Now this is paradise.  Island living, and an outdoor shower
that looks out towards the rock islands - can it get any better?  Entering
through the side gate that Julian held open, I threw my towel on the peg
and started the water on one of the two shower heads.  I was tired, and all
I wanted was a shower and a month of sleep - but I was also a bit giddy.
"Anyone want to join me?" I asked with a shit-eating grin as the other guys
just watched.

"Absolutely!"  They all said in near unison.  In no time at all, dad, John,
and Julian were all next to me under the flowing water.  God it felt nice
to wash away the grime built up by the long flight.  It was just the guys
in a nice warm shower.  Dad then started washing my back with long vigorous
strokes.  Starting at the top, and working all the way to the small of my
back.  Was it just yesterday that he'd kissed me?  Dad's strokes eased
themselves down to my ass, around the large globes and then into the hairy
crevasse between them.  Oh yeah, this felt nice.  I also felt his dick as
it brushed up against my thigh.  Oh yeah, that felt nice too.  But what
about Julian and John I thought.  Opening my eyes, I saw that John was
getting the same treatment from Julian.  And John was having the same
reaction as I - his dick was the hardest I've ever seen it.  Jutting out
from his bright red pubes, his big pink dick curved upwards towards his
chest.  Julian was at an angle where all I could see was his big strong
hairy arms rubbing the backside of my older brother and that he was about
as hairy as dad.  Then, Julian crouched down behind John and seemed to
stare at the shapely buttocks before him.  It was then I noticed that dear
Julian was indeed proportionate.  Although not in a fully aroused state, he
was definitely getting there, his dick must be around eight or nine inches
in that state and just getting bigger.  Then he just dove right in -
licking John's ass, sticking his tongue straight down the hole.  "Oh my
god!" John exclaimed as he leaned over to allow deeper access.  Julian
grabbed John's hips with his huge burly hands and pulled him toward his
face.  John was in heaven.

In the mean time, dad took the bar of soap and gently rubbed it in the
crack of my ass with one hand, and with the other he reached around my
shoulders and began playing with one of my nipples.  The gentle pinching
and tweaking combined with the caress of my asshole just made me hotter, so
I grabbed my dick and leaned back into dad as hard as I could.  Each time
he slid the soap up and down my crack, he would insert a bit of his finger.
A little more, then a little more, until he had his whole finger up there.
Then it was two fingers.  Then, all of a sudden it was the bar of soap.
"Fuck me dad!  I want your dick up my ass, now!"

"You're sure, son?  If you change your mind, just let me know and I'll pull
out."

"Fuck me!"

With one hand on my shoulder for support, he guided his monster to the
entrance and slowly pushed in.  In the same movement he used with the bar
of soap.  A little ways in, then a bit out.  Further in, then a bit out.
Before long he had himself all the way to the hilt and his bright red pubes
were pressed up against my butt.

"Fuck me!"

I was loving it - this huge penis fucking me.  The penis that made me, was
now inside of me - a full circle.  "Fuck me!"  Holy shit, that wasn't me
screaming it was John.  He was laying on his back on the bench right there
in the shower area, and Julian was on top of him, fucking with all his
might.  This was a scene!  Right then I decided I wanted my brother.  Dad
and I took a few steps closer so I could position myself over John and was
able to get my head between them.  I grabbed onto my brother's nine inches
and started into sucking.  I had never had a dick in my mouth before.  All
at once it tasted salty, sweet, silky - and the rigidity and masculinity
was incredibly erotic.  I wanted it all, so I dove in getting halfway
before I began to choke.  Up and down his warm shaft, and I found that
opening my throat made it easier and was able to accommodate his entire
penis.

While on top of him, my dick was dangling over John's mouth, pre-cum oozing
onto his fresh lips.  All of a sudden I felt the warm engulfment of my
first blow job.  Damn!  Dad was fucking me, Julian fucking John, John
sucking me, and I was sucking John.  It was, for lack of better words,
animalistic.  It was like a frenzy, none of us really thinking about
anything but the sheer sex.

"I'm coming!" Julian announced and pulled out of John.  I looked up from
John's dick, just as he pumped his now massive prick (it was as long as
dad's but thicker), he threw his head back, growled, and shot his load all
over John and I.  That did it - I blew my load into John's mouth, and there
he was swallowing it all, a bit of the white stuff dribbling down his chin.
Then I felt his dick get a little harder, and he started pumping into my
mouth a bit faster, and his breath a bit shorter.  "I'm coming!" he yelled.
All of a sudden my mouth was filled with his load - and I had to keep
swallowing to get it all but I loved every drop.

"Oh, fuck," I heard dad growl behind me.  He firmly wrapped both of his big
hairy arms around my chest as he thrust his giant cock inside me.  Then, as
he pulled out he reached and grabbed his dick, as he spurt all over my
back.

Damn!  I could definitely do this again.

(Should I continue?  Let me know.)

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