Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 22:35:23 -0600 From: Jack Glover Subject: Little Fish My one-man sailboat had been stocked for a three month cruise from The Vineyard to the Caribbean. As I was exploring the Lesser Antilles I came upon a nice little island with varied land formations that had a sheltered cove. I anchored and rowed ashore in the dinghy. There had been no sign of human life visible from my boat. After I beached the dinghy and walked up the sandy beach toward vegetation, I noticed a foot path and decided to follow it inland. My feet were clad in plimsols and the rest of my attire consisted of a baggy pale green T-shirt, cut-off cargo pants, a Mexican style straw hat and my small back-pack. As I kept on into the interior, I began to hear playful pubescent voices. I got off the path and peered between some trees and beheld half a dozen naked brown skinned boys frolicking in a natural pool of water about forty feet long and twenty feet wide. I sat on the ground and had been watching them for about five minutes when my peripheral vision picked up some movement nearby. I turned to the left and saw a beautiful doe-eyed boy wearing just a loin cloth peering at me through the foliage. I guessed he was about five foot four inches tall. When I smiled at him he gave me a grin and approached. As I stood up he asked me in the local pidgin-English patois, "Mon, dat yo sail-bowut anchored in de lagoon?" "Yes, it is. My name's Adam. What's your's?" "De pipple 'roun here calls me 'Little Fish'. Would you show me ya bowut, sah?" "Yes, I would be happy to. Are those your friends?" I asked, pointing toward the swimming hole. "Mosta dem. Mebbe a couple I don't like. Dis an islan' for runaway boys in danger bein' put in reform school on the nearby settled islan's. We fish and lib off de lan. Also sometimes frenly pipple bring us supplies by bowut." "Come on, Little Fish. Let's go down to the beach and we'll row out to my boat in the dinghy." "Oh, tank you sah. Follow me, I lead de way." On our walk back to the beach I admired the beauty of Little Fish's beautiful pubescent body. I would guess he was about thirteen. The hair on his head was done up in medium short natty dreds. He had smooth musculature and nice, furry armpits that suggested his loin cloth must be hiding a good bush of pubic hair. I had a hard time looking away from his robust buns that twitched and pushed out the back of his skimpy covering with each step. We shared the task of pushing the dinghy off the sand into the water and climbed aboard. I sat on the middle seat and rowed while he, sitting on the stern seat, told me which ore to favor to navigate toward the Vineyard Gull. I had a good view of his heavy uncut dick (four inches soft) coming out of its nest of curly pubes. When he saw where I was looking he grinned and asked, "You like?" I answered in the affirmative as his meat grew to six and a half inches, the foreskin receding behind the head. "You wanna kiss it?" "Wait till we get below deck on the sailboat. If you saw me anchor it in the lagoon there are probably people watching us right now." "Oh, you right, mon." We came alongside and climbed into The Gull, then I secured the tow rope and moved the dinghy aft. Fish was fascinated with my ship and wanted to go below. It was the standard layout of a bunk on each side and the galley near the bow. The head was on one side at the bottom of the stairs with matching storage closets on the other. After being shown the features of the cabin, Fish threw his arms around me. I squeezed him back and kissed him on the neck. He bent his head down and kissed me on the mouth, passionately. His dick throbbed to life again and I got a hardon in my cargo pants. I reached inside his loin cloth and groped his piece while he opened and dropped my pants and groped me back. I kicked off my plimsols and my pants as he pulled my T-shirt up and off me. The kid was hot to trot. I untied his small garment and it fell to the floor. I sat on one of the beds, grabbed the cheeks of his ass with both hands and pulled his twitching dick into my mouth. The smell of his boy musk fed my lust and I deep throated him vigorously. He put a hand on each of my ears and humped my face for a few minutes until he cried out, threw his head back and ejaculated four or five ropes of fresh boy come over my tongue. I swallowed it greedily. I hadn't sucked off a hot boy in weeks, or gotten myself off in a couple of days -- which meant I had an erection that wouldn't go down. Noticing my aroused condition Fish asked, "Adam, mon, you wan me to suck you off or you wanna fuck my ass?" "I want to fuck you." "OK, but I hafta get cleaned out first before you screw me." I took a boxed Fleet's enema syringe out of the storage compartment and showed him into the head. When he saw the toilet seat and the unwrapped Fleets he got the idea, smiled broadly and shut the door. Five minutes after I heard the first flush, I heard a second flush and located my tube of KY jelly. Fish came out of the head, and when he saw that my erection had partially subsided he fell to his knees and fluffed me up. I pulled him up onto one of the beds and had him lie on his back. Then I pushed his legs up in the air and went in for a kiss. At the same time I was pushing KY into his winker and slathering up my dick with the lube. "Are you ready, Little Fish?" "Yes, mon. Don't go easy, me no virgin." I pushed my glans against his opening. When it popped in I sank my shaft slowly into his hot recesses. The ecstatic feeling registered on the nerve endings of my penis was greater than that from any pussy or booty I had ever experienced before. As I set up a steady rhythm of humping, Fish Boy wrapped his legs around my back and clung to me, moaning with pleasure. After several minutes I was startled when I felt his sphincter spasm around my dick as he cried out and shot a second load of semen between us. That put me over the edge and I howled as I pounded into him and let loose a torrent of my sperm into his hot mucous membranes. "Man, you got me off twice in half an hour. You good lover. Can we be boyfriends?" "Yes, Fish, I'm yours."