Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2012 03:39:27 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Island of Sons 1 (Revised)

Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of fathers and their
sons engaged in incest. If this is not of interest please find another
story. Though my own incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality
between adult and child is not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is
not.

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My name is Rob.

Island of Sons

The yacht smoothly taxied to the pier. Brad lifted his son setting Corey
down onto his own feet he took the ten year olds hand as they headed up the
wharf then up the sandy path to the open lobby of the exclusive resort.
    "Welcome. Your invitation, please".
    Brad fished into the inside pocket of his summer linen jacket producing
the required document. He handed it over to the well-tanned middle-aged
man. He judged him to be about thirty eight or so, nicely built as he wore
nothing above the check-in desk except a pucca bead necklace which only
emphasized the tan.
    "This is your son?"
    "Yes. Corey. I'm Brad".
    He offered a hand as he said "Costas. I am manager of this island." He
glanced at the boy. "He is experienced?"
    Brads face felt warm. "Well, sort of. But not. I mean we've bathed
together but haven't..." He groped for words.
    Costas offered an appreciative smile. "Perhaps the first few days you
should remain exclusive while you, uh, educate your son".
    Brad exhaled in gratitude. With a nod of the clerks head he took Coreys
hand and followed into a room behind the check-in. There were banks of wide
three foot high lockers behind a row of wooden benches. The room was cooler
receiving the benefits of the tropical breeze off the ocean and the
darkness as the open windows were sheltered above from the rays of the
caribbean sun.
    Costas, wearing long loose white island pants, stood at an open
locker. "Your suitcases will be sent to your cabin for you to retrieve
whatever you may need. However before this is done all electronic devices
will be removed. This is a resort of first names and anonimity. The dress
of the island is simple. Boys entering puberty are not permitted
clothing. Men wear the nylon boxer briefs. Blue is excusivity which is what
you will wear for now. No other man is permitted contact until the boy is
seeded by you. Confirmation will be explained on the in-house welcome
video". Costas nodded as though it were a bow. "You may now both disrobe".
    Brad removed his jacket wondering if the manager was going to leave
them alone. Kicking off the boat shoes he began to unbutton the shirt. But
Costas merely smiled making no attempt to leave. "Corey, take off your
clothes". As his son began to slowly undo his buttons Brad pulled off his
shirt and undid his pants sliding them down.
    In his briefs Brad lifted Corey onto the bench pulling off his runners
and socks. The lad was stood up on the bench as he pulled down the pants
and briefs in one go. Naked he set the lad on the tile floor.
    As Brad turned Costas had extended a pair of blue briefs. Shucking his
own Brad donned the offered briefs. They were sheer except for a two inch
panel in the front. Once on he looked down then up at the attendant. They
both gave a wry smile with Costas offering a final shrug. The six inch
plump relaxed log lay sideways in the briefs, the foreskin wrapped knob
visible though in a blue haze of sheer fabric.
    Taking Coreys hand they followed the man through a previously sealed
door to the warm tropical day and a waiting golf cart. With the lush naked
butt upon his thigh Brad took in the sights as the cart followed the narrow
causeway. His host pointed out various pass places: wading pool, deep pool,
cantina, full 24-hour restaurant, playground, and more.
    Brad paid little attention. Father and son focussed on the
guests. Mostly mid-twenties through middle-aged men wearing the same style
as Brad though in different colours, some black, white, yellow, an odd blue
one here and there. These dads in clusters: laughing, chatting, sunning,
playing volleball, swimming and all with their young sons nearby. Boys in
the wading pool, the sand box of enormous dimension, running, playing tag,
laughing. All naked.
    The grassland was lush, well-tended with palm and date trees offering
shade every few feet. Umbrellas canopied groups of chairs or a double
chaise lounge.
    The cart stopped at a simple cottage. The front door painted with
literary character. Costas unlocked the door.
    The pastel room was large with a deep plush sofa of soft
material. Everything else about the room was rattan: table and chairs, two
large fan chairs, desk and chairs, various tables. Passing the living area
was a sleeping alcove: king-sized bed, night tables, huge plush chair. The
bathroom was off the right od the bed: toilet, double sink, separate tiled
shower alcove with built-in bench and a large oval jetted soaker tub. Past
the alcove were sliding dopors to a 12 foot high walled private patio which
conveniently had 2 large double loungers, a fire pit with its own seating
of four and a hot tub.
    Costas had waited while Brad acquainted himself with his home for the
next month."Are you pleased?"
    "Very nice", Brad nodded.
    "And you, Master Corey? Do you like the room?"
    The boy smiled shyly.
    Addressing Brad: "Once you put the television on it comes up to our
home screen. Everything there will be explained. However if you require
further explanation simply pick up the phone. It automatically connects to
our central panel 24-7". He bowed slightly dropping the keys into a bowl by
the door. And he was out the door.
    It was now Brad alone with his son. They looked at each other for a
moment. "Let's see the menu on the tv. Should tell us all we need to know."
Father sat with naked son upon his knee. "Maybe we can order room service",
Brad thought aloud. "Who knows?" He squeezed his son. "Maybe they have
ju-jubes!" He said referring to Coreys favourite snack item.

Costas made his way back to the office. Once having organized these new
arrivals belongings he filled out the 'particulars' form. It was easy to
note. These two were memorable.
    Brad L., Boston, Mass., caucasian, catholic, widowed, 31, 5'11", dark
brown hair, no facial hair, husky, hairy build bordering on muscular,
uncircumsized, 5" soft, other to be filled in later, one son, Corey Edward
L.., 10, 4'1", sandy brown hair with streaks of blonde throughout, supple
with the tendancy of some remaining body fat, uncircumsized, 1.5" soft,
other to be filled in later, virgin.
    Costas looked at the photo that had been taken as they had approached
the check-in. 'Definitely gonna be popular', he thought.
    "New arrivals?", Mandylor said grabbing the photo. "Pretty cute. Maybe
he'll want room service", the thirteen year old leered. "Or maybe he can
pop me?"
    Costas chuckled. "First pop is a dads right, you know that". He held
the lads face in his hands. "But there's so much else to do before then".
    Mandylor accepted the kiss. Then the tongue. The lad felt the hands
slide from his jaw down his neck to his shoulders. Then the familiar
insistant push to his knees. His hands pulled the waistband down. There was
his goal. The pole that would free him from virginity this coming
Saturday. In front of the men he would be initiated into the
brotherhood. His hole skewered by this prick.
    He looked up at the eyes studying him. "Daddy, may I please suck the
cock that made me?"
    "You may".
    The boy took the plump knob into his mouth with a tender suck. The
tongue twirled around and around the knob. He moved his head side to side
and plopped the cock out of his mouth with a practised smack. Mandylor knew
what daddy liked. Hard sucking and lots of noise.
    "That's it, cocksucker. Suck up daddys prick. You suck it nice,
son. Use that fucking tongue. Suck it up, cocksucker. Slurp on your daddies
cock. Fucking suck it, son. Suck daddy. Slurp!"
    Mandylor allowed the hands to still his head, holding it in vice-like
motionless calm as his mouth was raped. The balls hit his chin, the trimmed
pubes brushed the tip of his nose as the cock fucked his mouth. In and out
with mounting frenzy. The cock slid back and forth over the pliant
tongue. Balls slapping chin. Nose-tip squished. Cock hitting the back of
his throat. Hips pounding into his face.
    "Fucking, yeah, cocksucker. Fill your fucking throat with daddy
cock. Suck it hard, son. Suck your fucking daddys cock. I'm gonna fuck the
shit out of you this weekend. Gonna seed your fucking butt hole. Make you
daddies cum dump boy. Gonna fill you with your fucking birth right. Right
up your shit hole, cocksucker!"
    He felt his daddies cock thrust in for the final moment.
    Then stillness.
    Still
    "Holy fucking cum!"
    As Costas let out a groaning yell the first wave hit the back of his
sons throat. Then as if unleashed, wave after creamy wave of daddy spunk
was swallowed. Mandylor gulped happily greedy from his fathers tap.
    Saturday would cum and he would know what the thick nectar would feel
like up his ass. And he would finally know what it would be like to be one
with his father.

Part 2 is next