Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2018 22:13:31 -0400
From: Dace McGraw <dace.mcgraw@gmail.com>
Subject: Isla Paradiso Part 2 [Gay/SF-Fantasy][Gay/Adult Friends]

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It felt strange but comfortable to sleep bare-assed with two other
men. Antonio either got frisky or had a wet dream in the middle of the
night. Connor wound up with his back to them, but grasping Kyle's arm like
a life preserver in a storm. They'd wiped themselves off with a sheet at
some point, so Antonio's new batch of cum cooled on Kyle's chest until it
was nothing but a thick paste in the morning. Connor woke up first, rolled
over, and started licking before they even knew what was happening. Before
they had the chance to do anything more than admire and fondle each others'
erections, the suite door popped open. Niko poked his head in, smiled, and
said "Breakfast! Ten minute."

The showers were barely big enough for three, but Thor was already there
when they arrived. He looked at them sheepishly, checking them out just as
they assessed him. Kyle hadn't seen him in the showers before they came up
to the resort, but it was obvious he had missed out: Thor was hung like a
bear and had a mat of dark hair that seemed to point to his crotch as the
shower wet him down. They crowded in around him, occasionally pressing
against each other as they tried to soap up and shampoo without slipping
too hard. It was impossible to really fit around each other, and the slick
sensation of flesh sliding against flesh left everyone horny even though
they hadn't had any of the damned fruit in hours. They managed to get out
and towel off without succumbing to the very obvious desire all around to
drop everything and rut for hours. Thor's cock was actually still drooling
as he pulled his briefs up, staring at Connor's ass the entire time.

The table at breakfast served a whole lot of long, guilty silences along
with eggs and toast. There was some sort of fruit salad too, but nobody
touched it, even though it didn't smell remotely like the stuff they'd had
the last two days. Nobody really wanted to look anyone else in the eye and
it was a relief when Niko and Brian showed up to divide tasks. Thor wound
up with him and another guy named Peter or Pyoter or something. Between
Thor's height and Pyoter's lanky form they almost seemed like live nesting
dolls.

Brian led them to a huge kitchen bay with long steel tables, one of which
was stacked high with plants full of the fruits they'd been eating. Their
job was apparently to cut off the seedpods and fruit, then trim off the
branches from the stalk and sort them all into piles. The seedpods had a
sort of wooden casing that seemed to have something rattling around inside,
and were about as long as his hand. The leaves had some sort of slick
substance that got all over their gloves and made everything slippery, and
Brian suggested we hold off on the trimming for last. After pitching in to
show them how it was done, he left them alone.

For a solid half-hour they worked in total silence, cutting and
sorting. Then Connor and two other guys rolled in a crate full of more of
the plants, apparently freshly harvested, and unloaded them onto another of
the tables. The bins of sorted plant matter were maybe a third
full. Staring down a mountain of work, the ice finally broke as Thor
started cussing in what seemed to be especially heartfelt Norwegian.

"Man, wonder what they use it all for. No way even an army of horny guys
could eat this." Pyoter gestured with his pruning shears.

"I think the vines are what Brian was burning in a little incense bowl when
he, uh -" Thor and Pyoter laughed at him.

"When he showed you his cock?!" Thor joked, miming with one of the
seedpods. "Yeah, that's what mine did too."

"Do you think we're going to stay - uh, like this? Gay, forever?" Pyoter
asked. He eyed the fruits he was cutting off. "I mean, it was fun but -
right now I think of pussy and I don't even want it."

"But if you think of your dick sliding in and out of Brian's mouth you get
a little chubbed up, right?" Thor and Pyoter looked at him,
confused. "Horny, erect, stiff, chubbed - like that." Kyle pointed to
Thor's shorts, where there was obviously a little stiffness to be worked
out. Comprehension dawned all around.

"Yes, chubbed. Isn't fair that a shot and a little fruit can make you gay."
Thor replied. The tall Norweigan frowned, thoughtful. "I mean, it was a lot
of fun. Even if I missed out on whatever it is you guys were doing when I
got back to the room last night."

"It just sort of happened. I don't think anyone felt like we didn't want
you to be there. Heck, we almost - uh, you know, in the shower this
morning. Hey, is it hot in here?" Pyoter laughed at them as Kyle mimed
fanning himself with some of the fronds.

"My room, we all slept together. Same bed. Very stucky." Pyoter
said. "Stucky? Sticky! Yes, sticky."

"How did you even fit? Isn't one of your roommates that huge guy from
Germany? Hans or something?" Thor asked.

"We slept on top of Hans. He's very soft. I think maybe he was gay before,
he was very good with his hands." Pyoter answered, making vague shapes in
the air. "Or maybe just German!"

Kyle joined in with the laugh even though he didn't really get it. They
kept the banter up as another load of plants arrived and they moved to the
second table, dragging their bins along. After a little while Connor and
the others returned again, added a fourth set to the table they'd just
cleared, with Brian arriving again - wearing basically just a speedo and a
gym shirt, for whatever reason - to teach them how to trim the plants
they'd been hauling all day.

Finally, they broke for lunch. There was deep-fried fish and french fries
made out of some sort of local starch, paired with more of the beer, so
everyone was in much better spirits than at breakfast. Someone said that
one of the guys in charge had told them that they wouldn't have any more
work this afternoon, which set off a round of questions about what everyone
had done all morning. About half the group had been down harvesting the
plants either in some orchards full of the stuff nearby or in the kitchen,
and apparently three guys had been cleaning various rooms around the place
- standard housekeeping stuff - or moving the crates they'd brought off the
ferry into storage. The last four people kept kinda quiet until Connor
called Antonio out on it.

"Uh, it's sort of weird." Antonio answered, obviously a little
uncomfortable. His English was best out of everyone that had gone, so he
wound up speaking for them. "There's another part of the resort,
apparently. We were helping clean and stock it. But it's like, uh - there's
like a big shower room, and hot springs and stuff. And there were guys
there, fucking, the whole time. It was sort of hard to concentrate and we,
um, got distracted in one room with some smoke in it, like uh, incense?"
Everyone exchanged significant looks.

"You mean." Connor broke into the ensuing silence. "That while we were all
actually working and shit, you guys were getting laid in a spa?"

"Who do I have to blow to get that job?" someone joked and then everyone
was good-naturedly ribbing everyone else about it. Everyone loaded their
plates and the platters up on the dishwashing machine, then dumped the
leftovers in a bin marked for compost. The whole place really was a
high-end resort, sort of an eco-tourism thing. Come enjoy nature,
guilt-free, with a side of dudesex.

Most of the guys sort of gravitated to the balcony outside the dining room,
where there was apparently a little wet bar that Bors was idly cleaning and
restocking. The Hungarian was apparently the bartender for the resort, and
kept making drinks for everyone anytime they asked. It made Kyle wonder
whether he was here to work or what - Brian had mentioned "the season" as
if tourists were on their way, but now it almost didn't makes sense. Who
would come all the way out here, where the only real attracted seemed to be
fruit that turned you gay? Nobody seemed to care that they were taking
advantage of the resort's amenities, and nobody was paying for the drinks
Bors was making for them.

After a drink looking over the sea by himself - a really good drink, Bors
made them strong but not too strong - Kyle decided to go exploring. The
little lounge rooms they'd all fucked around in yesterday were empty but
sort of boring. All the cabinets were locked now, but the breakroom was
full with more beer, a basket of the gay fruit, and a little stock of the
incense Brian had burned. Kyle took a sniff - definitely the same stuff
they'd been trimming all morning, though apparently it was just the
stripped bark that Brian had burned to make him all dumb and stupid. Made
him wonder what happened to the wood underneath.

Exploring further took him to a part of the resort that was less modernist
in style; a hallway with drywall and drop ceilings terminated suddenly in a
corridor with flagstone tiles and soft lighting. He could hear running
water somewhere, and his heart seemed to jump a little. This must be the
place Antonio had mentioned; the spa area or whatever. There didn't seem to
be anyone in the corridor, and for a moment he was relieved.

He started to turn back, but stopped himself. He'd been vaguely horny all
day - almost certainly just an after-effect of the fruit and everything
yesterday. If he went back to his room he'd have basically no privacy to
beat off, or worse, he'd probably wind up having sex with whichever of his
roommates was there. He didn't even really know why it was worse; everyone
knew the score, it wasn't like anyone had really chosen this. But if nobody
was in this spa - and from what Antonio said the place was pretty big - he
could definitely find a place to quietly beat off to just get it all out of
his system for the day. The corridor wasn't terribly long but it seemed
like it, as it curved back and forth a little. He found the room Antonio
had mentioned - like a huge shower room, dim lighting, dispensers all along
the wall and a sort of sitting area in the middle for whatever
reason. Soft, rubberized mats all over the floor, too, which seemed
strange. Kyle passed up on that - not only was it right on the hallway, but
it was the first real room he'd found, and it'd be hard to miss someone
jacking it right in the middle of the place. Where did people even put
their clothes? Were there changing rooms or cubbies or something?

The hot springs turned out to be about a hundred feet down the corridor,
which is where the running water noises were coming from. One wall suddenly
turned into cubbies, with neatly rolled towels in each slot and a bench to
sit on. Kyle peeked around the corner and saw that the corridor ended in a
bigger room, so he decided to strip off there and let the rest sort itself
out. If someone asked, he was just enjoying the spa before the big
rush. The towel was a little skimpy, but soft and fluffy. Wrapped around
his waist longwise it barely reached halfway to his knees, and with a
little knot to hold it together it covered even less somehow. Whatever;
nobody was around anyway. Heck, he imagined half the people on this island
had seen each other naked at this point.

Around the bend was a huge open-roofed area with a couple pools in it. The
whole place smelled vaguely sulfurous - mineral springs, must be. Two of
the pools were giving off a little mist, which he figured meant they were
hot or at least warm. Maybe he'd hang out there and relax after he got off
- he was still half-hard even walking around in the slight breeze with
nothing but a towel to show for it. But this place was even more open than
the last one - not just to the sky, but with a little porch area with more
pools and what looked like a jacuzzi overlooking the ocean, with a couple
of benches placed around. I mean, it'd be kinda hot to beat off all exposed
to the elements like that, but not when just anyone could walk by.

So he wandered further into the resort, following the noise of rushing
water. There was a fairly large room set up like a waterfall that he passed
- turned out to be the majority of the noise, once he was past it. The
hallway had a few more openings, so he kept going. One was a sort of lounge
- a few benches, chairs, something that looked like hammock or
something. Two were saunas, full up on mist so thick that their little
windows were uselessly fogged over. He remembered what Antonio had said,
about there being a room with incense or something in it that had made them
all sex-crazy again, so he detoured around them.

The last room was weird - quiet, dim, with a floor that was just a pool of
water. It was sort of like a maze, with really dim lights that threw off
more heat than light. He splashed around until he found a nice nook, tucked
his towel onto a little shelf next to a votive candle giving off some kind
of nice, woody scent, and started stroking. His cock had never really
stopped chubbing up, the idea of sex intruding all the time while he'd
checked out the various rooms in this sprawling place. Being able to touch
himself was a relief, and he could almost feel the blood surging down as he
rolled the skin back and forth a little.

His mind wandered to the work they'd done that day, cutting and stripping
these bushes of fruit and stuff. As weird as it might have seemed, he had
actually really enjoyed working with Thor and Pyoter. When Thor had said
that he felt like he'd missed out on the little orgy last night the memory
had actually got Kyle a little horny again. Between the crude jokes, Brian
coming and going in nothing but that really, really tight speedo, and
Pyoter's infectious grin, the work had gone really quickly. And neither of
his workmates were hard to look at - the big Norweigan's chest hair kept
poking through the too-tight shirt he'd been wearing, and Pyoter's very
close-cropped blonde beard made him look like an impish devil, half-ready
to tease. The idea of them fucking leaped into his mind, Thor picking up
the smaller guy, his huge cock slipping right into the cleft of the Slavic
guys' legs as they wrapped around him like a pillar. God, the idea of
stepping up, sliding one arm down to feel Pyoter's cock as it squirted
precum all over Thor's hairy chest, pressing his own cock in underneath as
his chest crushed the little guy between them -

Holy shit. He was fantasizing about these guys. Like, straight up craving
them. He looked at the little candle, took a deep breath - damnit. He
suddenly felt weak at the knees, and put his bare ass against the stone
walls of the maze. This must have been the room Antonio had talked
about. No wonder he was horny - but for whatever reason, he didn't want to
stop. Heck, he didn't even want to move, it felt so good. The idea of Thor
or Antonio or any of the others finding him here, touching him, their
tongues and bodies pressing against each other and sliding, slick and - he
came, suddenly spurting into the open air of the nook, the rest dribbling
along his hand and thigh. He leaned back into the wall, enjoying the
sensation of the slow, flowing river of cum down his thigh, tricking and
catching on leg hair. The smell was even pleasant - almost like a sauce,
vaguely spicy. His hand drifted to his mouth, and suddenly he was tasting
it, licking along his palm like a cat, trying for every drop of that
amazing flavor. He looked down to see if he could scoop more of it up and
gasped.

Where his cum had landed in the little pool of water at his feet, it had
lit up, a sort of red-orange light coming from the water as tendrils of cum
spread and slowly drifted away on the current. Reaching down, he realized
that it wasn't just water at his feet - it felt slightly slippery, in a way
he hadn't noticed while walking through it. The tiniest remains of cum on
his hand lit up with that same color, like a blacklight stain the color of
a tangerine. A drop of cum fell from his dick into the pool, reviving the
color in a sudden burst then fading to flow off like the rest. What the
fuck was this place? What was in the water, for that matter? He went to
flick off more cum off his cock and - holy goddamn shit.

Whatever it was, it felt great. Really, really great. Maybe he was still
sensitive from just cumming, but the mix of watery lube-stuff and cum made
his cock roar right back to life with an almost-painful rush of blood. If
he hadn't been kneeling already he'd have fallen, and as it was he
staggered and moaned way, way louder than he intended. When he came back to
reality, he realized he'd slipped and splashed the stuff all over himself -
and now his crotch and his leg were glowing a sort of red-orange from the
mix.

"Man, that's going to be hard to explain if someone finds me here." He
whispered to himself, then laughed. Nobody was around to hear,
anyway. "Man, that'd be hard to explain!" He said again, loudly.

"No explanation needed, man." A voice drifted over from somewhere else in
the maze.

"Holy - shit, sorry, thought I was the only one here." Kyle answered. The
voice was obviously somewhere in the room with him, but it wasn't clear
where. The trickling noises made it hard to tell if the guy was right
around the corner or way on the other side of the room. Who would be - oh,
shit. This was a resort. Maybe this was a customer. "I, uh. Hope I didn't
disturb you. Uh, sir."

"No need for sir. I'm a working stiff too." Whoever it was chuckled. The
voice wasn't entirely familiar. "And I don't mind company, either. I just
had a nice bit of solitude in the sauna. You turned left when you came in,
right? I think I know where you are if you did. I'm in the little room you
passed on your way in."

"Oh, uh, yeah. I know where you are." Kyle looked down at himself, glowing
orange from where his cum and the lube-stuff had got all over him. No way
to hide that, and he'd wander around this place for an hour if he tried to
go back another way. Nothing for it - he took a deep breath and tried to
look confident and cocky about the fact that his body was literally glowing
from cum. His dick was still hard as a rock, to boot, and making it
perfectly clear where the orange glow had come from. "I'll see you in a
second then."

The little room was really just an expanded nook with a bench in the middle
and two little streams of the lube coming off the walls to make a little
moat. The voice revealed itself as a slightly older guy - well, not old,
just in his mid-thirties, maybe. He was built like a goddamn house though,
with just a little grey in his hair and a stomach you could probably bounce
a brick off. Kyle felt his balls - and his fucking ass, of all things -
twitch a little at the sight. The guy smiled at him. "Oh, there you
are. I'm Mike."

"Uh, hi, I'm Kyle." He extended his hand, completely forgetting that it was
still covered in lube and glowing orange. "Oh, I'm sorry, I -"

"Nice to meet you." Mike reached out with his own hand, and the lubey
handshake was definitely weird but holy god did it feel nice. "You must be
new, I think I'd have noticed you around the resort before."

"Yeah, this is my third day, I think." Mike gestured to the bench, and Kyle
sat, suddenly aware that he'd left his towel in the nook. The older guy's
crotch was covered over, barely, by the same kind of towel he'd worn. "I'm
sorry, I left my towel -"

"Don't bother on my account. And I'm pretty sure most of the place is
clothing optional, after all. Here, if it'll make you more comfortable ..."
Mike flipped open his own towel, rose up a little, and tossed it behind
them. Mike's cock bobbed up from between his legs over a pair of
shaved-smooth balls, foreskin rolled back and leaking a little bit - and
glowing just a tiny bit red. "You interrupted me, but I don't mind the
company."

"I didn't know about the - uh, the colors." Kyle gestured. "What does
that?"

"Some sort of reaction between the fruit, cum, and the lube from its
leaves. Not my expertise." Mike shrugged, the movement of his shoulders
like some sort of geologic force. "Little different for each person, too,
as you can see - mine's redder. I've seen guys shoot off in every color of
the rainbow!"

Kyle chuckled with him, and the image of a bunch of guys cumming made his
dick twitch a little. "Do, uh - is this like a sex resort? I mean, kinda
feels like stating the obvious, but ..."

"Oh, right. You're new. It certainly didn't start out that way, and
nobody's forcing anyone to do anything, per se. You actually do need the
shot, more for the fruit than for anything else on the island. You could
eat one or two and get nothing but a fever, but it'd still make you horny
and a little gay. The shot just ... opens your mind a bit. Something of a
catalyst. Then your body figures the rest out on its own."

Kyle stared at him. "So wait, you just - uh, what?"

"Don't worry too much about it. You'll be fine. Actually, more than fine,
judging by your cock." Kyle looked down, and found he was leaking precum
into the lube around his cock, leaving a bright florescent ring around the
head as it trickled down the shaft.  "Do you want a hand with that?"

Mike sort of waited for his assent, in that he leaned over and scooped some
of the lube off the trickling stream of it on the floor before holding it
over Kyle's cock to drip onto him. Once the first drop of it hit his skin
he wanted more - holy shit that stuff was good. He reflexively grabbed
Mike's neck, lunging in for the kiss and pulling himself towards the stack
of muscle sharing the bench with him.

Grinding against Mike was completely different than what he'd done the day
before with Brian and his roommates. He could feel the other man's cock
sliding underneath him, slick with the lube and his own leftover cum
dripping off his leg. Mike kissed back aggressively, hungrily - the feel of
shaved smoothness against his own neglectful scruff felt amazing, and their
tongues thrust and rolled against each other. Sitting against him, his cock
rubbing against that smooth, muscled core, Kyle felt completely wrapped
around this hulk of flesh, riding it and sliding along. Mike's prick was
like a hot poker under him, the slight upward bend seeming to line up
perfectly in the crack of his ass, the dribble of precum and river of sweat
mingling to make him convulse on his slick seat, the feeling of the ridged
cockhead teasing his asshole. Some part of him was upset, but all of him
wanted that cock, that incredible, hard heat, and most of him wanted it
inside him.

Mike somehow - holy fuck those muscles, flexing against him hard as granite
- lifted them off the bench and lowered them to the floor, right into the
middle of the lubey stream. The water flowed around them, leaving smears of
orange and red and a lava-glow downstream as Mike went back in for the
kiss, his body pressed between Kyle's legs like a column of rock. The
slickness was cool between their body, almost oily, sliding them against
each other but barely dampening the raging fire of Mike's uncut cock
against him. Mike leaned low, kissed Kyle's chest, nibbling lightly on his
nipple and pecking lightly up the line of his collarbone as the younger
man's moans reverberated through them in a bass drone.

"You want this cock, don't you boy?" Mike growled in his ear, teeth gently
capturing his earlobe. "You want my cock in you, huh?"

Kyle wanted it, wanted it more than anything, mewling between shallow,
panting breaths and babbling uncontrollably about needing it inside
him. There wasn't a sentence left in him, no string of meaningless words
that could explain, he just wrapped his legs around Mike and pulled him in,
desperate.

"Good boy." Mike said, and Kyle squirmed in pleasure underneath him,
pressing his butt against the hardness of Mike's muscular thighs. "You're
going to like this."

The teasing pressure became harder, insistent. Kyle felt himself fighting
it, but the stream of slick lube gel made each pressing jab more easy,
smoother, his muscles more pliant as warmth suffused them. His breath
caught as the blunt head finally breached him, Mike's reassuring words
sliding along the periphery of his awareness as that furnace-hot prod slid
inside, filling him completely and sending warmth through his core. Kyle's
ass seized, squirming and pulling, desperate for more of it, all of it, the
thick arrowhead prong widening and stretching against his ring like a drill
as it slid ever-further. The smooth, cool sensation of Mike's balls arrived
as the knot at the center of his being throbbed against his awareness, eyes
rolling back and a incoherent moans rolling out of him as his hands clawed
at the muscled rack of Mike's back. The fullness receded, returning to
press directly against that knot, making him cry out from sheer sensation,
beyond anything he could have ever known.

He felt himself cum again, his head diving into the lube-water-stuff
beneath him. It was reedy, musky, slick and made his skin sizzle with
electric heat - and then his cum drifted by, flourescent orange against the
clear lube. He couldn't resist, and his tongue flicked out to lick it.

It was like he'd died and gone to heaven.

The gummy consistency of the cum gelled for a second on his tongue, then
dissolved. He felt it flush along his body like a jolt of hot water from
the shower, a sudden contraction and release of every muscle in his body,
half a hair from a seizure. Behind him Mike moaned loud and low, and all
Kyle wanted was to wring that sound out of him forever. His ass began
slowly squeezing, pulling the thick pole of Mike's cock into him. The older
man growled something foul in his ear but the words were meaningless, just
grunts between animals in need.

Mike's cum shot into him like a river of stabbing heat in his guts, the
man's muscular arms wrapped around Kyle's core like steel cables. Somewhen,
the larger man had yanked Kyle upright, impaling him on his cock while
kneeling on the slick, lubed ground. Kyle could see the orange glow of his
earlier orgasms trickling along his body as a sudden spurt of incandescent
red dripped below him, mingling in twisted patterns as Mike's cock slowly
sawed in an out of him.

"Good boy." The older man whispered in his ear, and Kyle felt the whimper
rush out of him from somewhere deep inside. His own cock throbbed in the
free air, occasional dribbles of the lube reaching it and producing spikes
of twitching pleasure. He'd already cum twice, but his cock refused to give
up. Mike's steel-cabled arm stroked down his body and arrived at his cock;
the casual grip of that rough hand around his balls pressing another moan
out of his chest. Mike's fingers slid down and around, touching the very
edge of his ass where Mike's cock was still breaching him, tracing lightly
at the join between them with just a touch of the lube. Kyle shuddered, and
in that tiny quake Mike's hand shifted, gripped his cock, and slowly became
pumping him with inevitable, seismic force. Each stroke was met with an
equal pressure from within him, the blood-gorged uncut prick up his ass
matching the muscular grip around his cock in perfect sync. A slow, even
roll around the flare of his cock and his balls churned, breaking out and
squirting cum into the cupped hand, his legs twitching and gripping Mike's
thighs and desperately shoving the older man's cock deeper in to him.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he felt himself go limp,
slack into Mike's arms. At some point the stud removed himself from Kyle's
ass, curling him up on the bench to recover and dabbing at him with a
towel. The towel, somehow, didn't turn orange-red from their cum. Kyle just
stared and the pendulous weight of the other man's cock, thick and still
heavy against those shaved balls.

After an eternity, Mike helped him up. Kyle half-staggered, half stumbled
out of the room, falling flat on his ass in the little shower nook by the
door to rinse off with the older man's help. Their cocks were still
half-hard, probably from the candle aroma, but his balls ached from their
release. Heck, his muscles felt like he'd run a marathon then lifted a
truck with his bare hands, muscles he'd never met before speaking up to
protest.

Once he was finished washing him off, Mike pulled him in for a long, wet
kiss that felt halfway to another fucking. He installed Kyle in a little
booth, tousled his hair, and said "See you around, stud."

And just like that, he was gone. Kyle probably stared at the lightly veined
stone wall for a solid thirty minutes, his mind slowly rolling over the
most incredible sex of his life. There was a vague urge to go back in,
wallow in that lube and just rub himself all over in hopes that someone,
anyone came by and fucked the life out of him all over again. He found he
could suppress it, just barely, and stumbled back towards his bedroom. It
wasn't until he passed a staring Pyotr in the hallway that he realized he'd
forgot his clothes entirely; he found he didn't care. If anything, he was
upset. He wanted to see Pyotr naked. He wanted to just kneel down and rip
Pyotr's gym shorts off and just -

Pyotr was gone a second later, and Kyle fought the urge to just turn around
and embrace him, lick him, kiss him, beg him for the cum in his balls. His
dick was hard as a nail again, leaking precum in dribbles on the hardwood
floor. Kyle pulled himself together, and walked as fast as he could to the
bedrooms. He could hear the distant sound of two men - no, more than two
men, a lot more - grunting and moaning, and he fought the impulse to go
join them, feel that rut roll through him over and over until there was
nothing else left. Fuck, his hands were trembling as he pushed the door
open, stumbling into the room and towards his bed.

The darkness felt like the womb, still and slightly rocking back and forth
as his body roiled around him. He craved dick, wanted it desperately, more
than any drug he'd ever heard of from any addict burned down to their
bones. The vague conjuring of his high school girlfriend refused to resolve
into anything real; fading away into the fantasy of his new friends sliding
their fantastic cocks into him. At some point his penis erupted all over
him yet again, untouched, and he he let out a low groan at the commingled
agony and pure unadulterated pleasure it brought into him.

And then the door darkened; another man standing in the light. And another,
slender next to the hulking mass of the first.

"Kyle? Are you OK?" Thor asked, looking in. "Pyotr said you were acting
strangely."

Somewhere, very far away, he felt his balls twitch in anticipation.

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As a reminder, the acts depicted in this work do not practice the highest
standards of safe sex, as they are based firmly in fantasy. You should
always practice safe sex, and get tested regularly if you are sexually
active. Do not be shy when asking medical professionals for advice about
safe sex or your sexual health.

If you enjoyed this work, let me know at dace [dot] mcgraw [at] gmail [dot]
com. Even a short comment encourages me to write more, including stories set
on Isla Paradiso!

Other works:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/the-park/