Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2017 01:38:13 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Bone Island Bare It All chapter 2

			  BONE ISLAND BARE IT ALL
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

Copyright 2016

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction.  The locations are based on
real locations but are fictionalized. The story involves male homosexual
conduct, including those under the age of consent.  If this is not your cup
of tea, then please do not read.  If it is, please enjoy.

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                                            TUESDAY

	Despite everything, Finn woke me just before daybreak, fidgeting in
the bed.  Under the best of circumstances, he is not a sound sleeper and
when he is amped, it's worse. As soon as he is aware that I am awake, he
burrows in next to me, cuddling.  A hand goes to my semi hard dick.  This
happens several times a week, he needs a quick fuck in the wee hours of the
morning to settle him down.

	"Are you happy here?" I ask him

	"Of course" he answered, playing with my pubic hair

	"Not just because it's what I want.  Are you happy?  Is this what
you want?"

	He looked at me quizzically.  "I want to make you happy"

	"You know what I am asking you.  I don't want to think that I am
forcing you to do something you don't want to do.  I do care about you, you
know."

	He wiggled in a bit tighter. He hand went down to my balls.  "I am
a sex slave, Jack.  That's my destiny.  That's who I am.  I'll have however
much sex you want me to have, with whoever you want.  That's how I serve my
true master.  I serve him with my dick and my ass and my mouth."

	I was exasperated with him.  Frustrated.  I guess I wanted him to
say that he either wanted to be with me alone, monogamous or I wanted him
to say that he wanted to be the community cum dump. I wanted to know what
he wanted.  But he wouldn't and I knew he wouldn't.  "You have 10 times the
sex drive I do.  I think you hold back to suit me as much as you can.  I
want you just for once to cut loose and fuck as much as you want."

	His hard on pressed against me.  "You have no idea how much sexual
energy there is here.  You have an idea but not really.  There's 40 years
of lust built up. It's fucking with me."

	His lips went to my dick.  It felt good.  It always does.  He is a
perfect lover, always matching my mood, always hitting exactly the right
spot, doing the right thing.  IT's spoiled me for sex with anybody else.
He went all the way down. I was semihard but I stiffen in his throat. He
uses his tongue perfectly, he plays with my balls.  Hard, he greases me up
and climbs on top, my dick sliding easily up his ass.  This is our favorite
position, me on my back, him straddling me. He controls the pace and I get
to see his fully beautiful body, almost as if carved in marble.

	"You remember our first night?" Finn asks me, leaning back,
wiggling some to keep me hard, very slowly sliding up and down, so that Iam
just barely fucking him despite fully penetrating his ass.  "You fucked me
doggy but I wouldn't let you out of bed the next morning until we had done
it this way."

	"I do remember it".  He was small for his age, built slightly with
thin arms and purely skinny, no real pects or muscle definition at all.  He
had a wisp of hair under his arms, hint of hair across his upper lip and
big thick balls and a nearly grown cock, ringed in black pubic hair.  He
was a little boy with a man's dick.

	Never since then have I ever wanted sex that he refused or was
anything other than enthusiastic.  No matter what I wanted to do, I usually
didn't have to ask because he would know before I could ask. Plus, he was
skilled at bringing other boys home for me to play with, invariably picking
the boys that wouldn't regret it later and tell.

	"it's nice this way," I say to him as the morning light begins to
come into the room.  "Slow"

	"I wish we could do this for hours.  Just slowly fuck.  It would be
better for me to just stay here and fuck all day."

	We couldn't.  We fucked for an hour but eventually I came and he
crawled off me and cuddled up in my arms.  We stayed there in bed, napping
until after 10 oclock. He was hard when he woke up but he didn't ask to
resume our lovemaking.  The TV in the room shows gay porn and he just
masturbated as I finger fucked him. Warm juicy cum shot out all over his
lean, rippled torso. He smiled, a big toothy grin, and gave himself another
tug or two for good measure.  He crawled on top of me, chest to chest and
kissed me, his juice smearing on my body.  He's cum twice now and we
haven't even made it out of bed yet.  But I was hungry and he was famished,
so we struggled up and went to shower together across the hall.  I wasn't
surprised that he was hard as we showered together.

	We ended up having a late breakfast in the poolside cafe.  Finn
tucked into a omelette and I had cereal.  We were halfway through when Don
and Chris from last night came up to our table.  They motioned and I
invited them to join us.

	"Sleep well?" Don asked, smiling and with a hint of laughter in his
voice.

	"Pretty good" I said

	"No" Finn added.  "I was too fucking horny.  I am going to wear
Jack out if I don't sleep in a room with a bunch of men, maybe all three of
you.  That way, I can wake up, get fucked from one to another."

	"You got anymore weed?" I asked

	"Yeah" Chris said

	Finn smiled.  "Then let's get high."

	I'm sure you could smell the sweetness of it down by the pool but
we didn't care and, honestly, I don't think anyone else did either.  Cayo
Hueso is a very laid back, do what you want kind of place.  Nobody there is
likely to be offended by marijuana.  Anyway, they had good stuff and soon
we were definitely stoned.

	"How old was Finn when you got him?" Don asked

	"14" I answered truthfully.  "A man owed me some money and he
couldn't pay, so he gave me Finn instead.  We've been together since."

	Finn was naked and hard, idly playing with himself as Don asked
him, "Was that your first master"

	"No, I had two others before him," Finn said.  He screwed up his
face and looked at me before looking back at Chris or Don.  "Can one of you
fuck me please?"

	Chris nodded but he wasn't hard.  Finn took care of that.  He
sucked him hard. expertly licking and tonguing him.  Then a little bit of
lube and Finn sat on his dick.

	"My mom sold me to my first master when I was 7.  He never actually
fucked me though.  He would he slide his dick along my ass checks until he
came. I almost never had clothes on when I lived with him.  Not at home
anyway."

	"How long was that?" Don asked

	"About 2 years.  I was 9 when he sold me"

	"You ever had sex with a girl?" Don was interested in all of this
which troubled me.  Slavery is illegal after all and generally no one would
give credence to the idea of the slave wanting nothing more than to be a
slave.

	"Sure" Finn said, slowly sliding back and forth on Chris's dick.

	"Which do you prefer?"

	Finn shrugged. He wasn't interested in being labeled.  I knew that
he was neither gay nor straight not bisexual.  "I fuck for the service of
my earthly master and my true master."

	"As long as it is immoral and forbidden, huh?"

	"Yeah"

	"When did you become a Satan worshipper?"

	"I always have been.  Always."  Finn answered.  "But my kind
embraces all of the darkness, all of the immorality, the evil if you want
to call it that.  You see, Chris and Jack serve my master if they don't
honor him. You honor him but don't serve him. That's why you are
interested.  You want to know what it's like to believe in no law, no
morality.  You want to know what it is like to honor and serve him."

	I thought the whole thing nuts. A boy that I got in payment of an
illegal debt who is willing to serve me as a sex slave is having a
theological discussion about devil worship with a middle aged man while
getting fucked by that man's lover. It is surreal. BUt make no mistake,
Finn is serious about it.  He has a group of schoolmates that he leads in
worship and every so often, even when he was 14, I would have take him to
various locations that he would tell me about and drop him off.  I would
wait 4,5,6 hours and then pick him up, usually worse for the wear.
Sometimes he was bloody and bruised, sometime high or hallucinating,
sometimes so sore from having been gang fucked that it hurt to sit down.
But the next time he knew he was to go, he would be excited for days
before, anticipating it.  I have personally never doubted his seriousness.
Since I live my life partly on the other side of the law, I wasn't troubled
by it.  Besides, it is a small price to pay in order to get to fuck a truly
beautiful boy whenever I want.

	It was Don who suggested I take Finn out from Cayo for the
afternoon.  I admit he was sexually overcharged and needed a break.  So we
went and rented some jet skis and had several hours of fun.  BUt he wanted
to go back after while.  Soon, in the dying light, we found ourselves back
by the pool, naked.  Feeling a bit hot, I slipped into the pool. There were
two guys in the water at the end of the pool by the cafe.

	"Did you bring me a drink?" one of them, a guy about 40, tanned but
a bit stocky with thinning hair, said to me.

	I smiled.  "You want a drink?  'Cause I don't mind getting a naked
man drunk."

	The older guy was named Marty, a part time college English
instructor and his friend was named Kevin, black haired and in his late
20's or early 30's, tattooed but beyond stocky and running to fat. Marty,
formerly of New York City, lived in Fort Lauderdale and Kevin worked for a
large Wall Street accounting firm but in a low level position.  Marty, as
it happened, was groping me in pretty aggressive fashion.  That's when Finn
came and sat on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water.  Kevin
eyed him up and then realized that we were together.

	"Oh, you like them young," Kevin said with a smirk.  Marty backed
away for a bit.  "Son, boyfriend, jailbait?"

	"YOung guy that likes to fuck older guys? What does it matter?"
Finn said with a shrug.  He eased himself into the pool and waded toward
us, just a foot or two away.  "You guys want to party some, like go
downtown to the gay bars?"

	"You old enough to get in?" Marty asked.

	"No," Finn admitted as he slide next to Kevin.  "But they won't
kick me out"

	"Because you are beatiful" Kevin said

	"Yeah.  And sexy as fuck."

	"Well that much is true"

	We exchanged room numbers and went to get dressed.  I put on a pair
of shorts and a T shirt. Finn took a little longer to dress, also in a pair
of shorts but his T shirt was skin tight.  Underneath he had on an Andrew
Christian jock. When we got to Marty and Kevin's room, which was up`stairs
from ours in an alcove around the corner from the outdoor jacuzzi, Marty
was just getting out of the shower.  I sat on the bed as Kevin said he was
going outside to smoke.  For some reason, Finn, who doesn't smoke, went
with him.  Alone in the room, Marty comes to the bed, pulls down my shorts
and peels off the pink and gray striped UnderArmour underwear I have
on. Although I have my top on, he is on top of me, our dicks on top of each
other's. I am getting hard.  Marty is kissing me passionately and he is
stiffening up too.

	The door opens and I hear Kevin's voice.  "You getting busy all
ready?  We staying or we going?"

	"Going" Finn says

	Marty looks over at them.  "I guess I'm trying to seduce your
Daddy."

	Finn nods. "Okay.  That's cool but let's go drinking."

	We were waiting outside in the night air for a cab to come when
Finn pulls me aside and whispers in my ear.  "They are not lovers but it's
a weird dynamic.  Both of them are into you more than me.  It's going to
take some work but we are going to end up in a fourway."

	That Marty was attracted to me was true but I really wasn't that
attracted to him.  They weren't far off in supposing that I liked them
young.  I was curious if Finn could maneuver to get them to fuck him. I
wasn't sure if Kevin had a thing for him or not, probably so if he wasn't
intimidated by the obvious gap in sexiness between him and Finn. Marty, I
thought, couldn't care less about Finn, wanting a man not a boy.  The cab
let us out in front of the Bourbon Street bar on Duval street.  The drag
queens from the 801 bar across the street were standing on the
sidewalk. Piling out of the cab, Finn excitedly grabbed Kevin by the hand
and drug him over to talk to them. Marty and I headed inside the bar, the
building completely open at street level.  The bar wasn't crowded in the
early hours of night, hot and humid.  Marty asked after my life, which I
lied about not wanting to give true details, and I asked about his and his
relationship to Kevin.  That confirmed what Finn had whispered, a medium
long association that bordered on the sexual without ever crossing the
line.

	Finn came rushing into the bar, laughing, and piled into a stool
next to me after whipping off his shirt.  He smiled at me and I ordered him
a rum and coke.  The bartender didn't ask for his ID. Kevin came trailing
behind and took a barstool next to Finn.

	Marty leaned over and asked Finn loudly, over the music, "How did
you two meet?"

	"I seduced him," Finn said with a broad grin.  "I lived next
door. I used to check him out at the pool.  So I invited myself over and I
invited myself in his bed.  Just like that I had two boyfriends: one my age
and one older.  The older one fucked better"

	It was a lie of course but told well and Marty bought it.  After a
while, it was clear that the front bar was for the tourists to say that
they had gone to a gay bar.  The real gay bar is the garden bar in back.
Again Finn didn't get carded although he did get noticed.  We sipped drinks
for a while and talked before Marty invited me to go upstairs to a patio
overlooking everything. The night air was cooler, at least a little bit,
and a bit of a breeze cut the humidity.  We sat on the patio for a while,
chatting, looking over the railing at the small crowd gathered around the
garden bar.  Marty wondered out loud whether Finn would let Kevin fuck him.
I thought he would.  I didn't have to wonder. I knew.

	There was a stairway over in the back corner and Marty led me over,
leading to a third floor sundeck.  There was cupola in the center and a
pair of chaise longues on either side.  On one, on the far side, was a
tall, thin boy, masturbating himself slowly.  Marty and I stumbled on him
and quickly backed away, embarassed. Well, I wasn't, not so much.  I
settled into a chaise longue on the near side and Marty climbed on top of
me.  His mouth found mine and his body pressed against mine.

	"Do you want to get naked?" Marty asked.

	"Yeah" I have no problem with my body.  I have no problem with
public nudity or with being watched.  As Finn says, I have no morals.  I
unbutton my shorts but Marty pulls them off.  Then comes the UnderArmour.
I pull off my shirt.  Soon, Marty is bare chested but stays in his
underwear.

	As we make out, the boy from the other side comes over and gets in
the other chair. I look over and he is still stroking himself, watching us
now.  I want to put on a good show.  I would like him to join us, actually.
I am more attracted to him than Marty but Marty is here and on top of me,
so I go with it.  His hard dick is pressed up against my body, separated by
the thin cotton of his underwear, as he tongues my mouth furiously. Then he
works his way south and I sigh.  It does feel good.  It always does.  A
warm wet mouth, there's nothing like it.

	Lean boy gets up and comes over.  He stands next to the chaise
longue that I am on and I motion him over.  His stiff dick goes into my
mouth.  One on my pole and I am on another.  Welcome to Key West.  This is
good, I think.  It feels right. The lean boy is older than Finn but sexy as
hell, sexier than Marty.  But Marty can suck a dick.  It feels pretty
fucking good.

	A plane goes overhead at low altitude, to land at the airport a
mile away maybe. I idly wonder if they can see a trio of men sucking each
other off.  THey can't because it's dark.  That's a shame.  There a lot of
good families that need to know that there is nasty sex in the world.

	Marty is nibbling on my balls.  Lean boy is face fucking me.
Hardness all around.  Then Marty deep throats me.  Shit.

	I sense movement.  Startled, just for a moment, I look over.  Finn
and Kevin are standing there, watching. Kevin turns to leave but Finn
catches him.  He whispers in Kevin's ear and that keeps the guy from
leaving.  Marty is concentrating on my dick and that is good.  I turn back
and swallow the lean guys sword.  I suck him, my left hand cupping his
balls and stroking the base of the hard dick.  He's a greedy little shit
and he is trying to shove it down my throat.  That just encourages me to
keep going.  It means he is enjoying it.

	I sneak a peek over.  Finn is naked, all defined muscle like a
breathing statue.  Kevin is stroking him. Finn catches my eye and I can see
the mischief there.  I am not sure where this is going to lead but I
remembered that Finn had predicted a four way but said it would take work.
I wonder how he will manipulate it. The lean boy at my side is impatient
though, wanting me to turn around and service him.  To remind me, he starts
slapping my face with is dick.

	"Jack." Finn says, "Blow him"

	I turn and take the boy back in my mouth.  Finn goes to the foot of
the chaise longue and slowly peels Marty's underwear off.  He strokes
Marty's tool, stiff between his legs.

	"Jack will fuck you first" Finn said to Marty.

	Marty comes off my dick. "What do you mean fuck me first?"

	"All of us are going to fuck you"

	"Maybe not"

	Finn smiled.  He nodded his head.  "I think we will"

	"Right here?"

	"Why not?"

	Why not indeed?  It's public but no more so than Cayo Hueso and not
as busy.  It's a warm night but not hot.  There is something hot about
doing it right here on the roof, just a stone's throw from Duval Street.
It takes some maneuvering.  We bend Marty over the railing and get behind
him.  Finn gives me lube.  Greased up, I slide myself into him.

	"Oh, God" Marty cries out.  Pain?  No, pleasure.

	All the way in.  My crotch against his ass.  My skin and his skin.
Finn, Kevin and the lean guy are all around me, watching, hard. Even Kevin,
watching his friend take it.  I admit it was a hell of a turn on. He wasn't
tight, not exactly.  Still it felt good. I slowly fucked him, sliding just
ever so slowly in and out.  I come all the way out and stick it back in.

	Finn and the lean boy are whispering.  Finn comes over, slaps me on
the ass.  "I'm the one that gets your cum, remember?  If you cum in his
ass, I'll have to suck it out."

	I laugh.  I want to ask him if it works the other way, only I can
have his cum.  I don't.  I know it isn't the way it works and I don't want
it to.  I want him to cum with others.  I can't keep up.  I pull out and
Finn gets behind Marty.  He mounts him up and enters him. Unlike me, he
isn't slow or gentle.  He is just pounding him.  I try to read Marty's face
in the shadows of the dark night but can't.  But he isn't stopping Finn.
Then suddenly Finn pulls out and looks at the lean boy and shakes his head.

	"Come on, Kevin," Finn says.  "Take him."

	Kevin, stocky and tattoed but soft underneath, bends at the knees
and drives his hard cock up into his friend's ass.  Like me, he fucks him
slowly and gently.

	Finn moves over and kisses Marty on the mouth, open and tongued.
Marty kisses him back.  Then he backs off.  "This is the dick you want.
You wanted you to fuck him, Jack, because he thought you were hot.  Plus,
it made Kevin jealous.  So fucking stupid.  If Kevin is the dick you want,
just do it.  Go back to Cayo Hueso and do it right, not up here like this."

	Marty stands up, Kevin pulls out.  Marty looks at me and begins to
try to speak.  "Go" I say.

	We all dress and Marty and Kevin sheepishly head back. I am left
with Finn and the lean boy.

	"Jack, this is Lance" Finn says.  "We serve the same master."

	I just sigh and nod my head.  Another Satanist.  Well, he is
beautiful.  "What do we do now?"

	"Across the street, The Tool Factory. We can have some fun." Lance
says.

	It is right behind the 801 bar with its drag show, entering through
an old fashioned swinging door. The bar is small, just wide enough for the
bar itself and a single row of tables.  The place was virtually deserted.
There were three customers huddled at one of the bar, two bar tenders.
Above the bar were three TV's, two showing gay porn and one showing
football.

	"Hey, honey," one of the bartenders says to Finn as we enter, "You
old enough to be in here?"

	Finn smiles.  "No, but all I want is a coke and a place that I can
have sex with these two guys.  I'm old enough for that."

	The bartender laughed to himself and shrugged. "Baby, you can get
naked anywhere you want.  Nobody's gonna stop ya.  Whatta the rest of you
having?"

	I got Finn his coke, knowing that he didn't really want that, and
Lance and I got shots, him tequila and me bourbon.  Lance led us outside to
a small enclosed patio.  There was a long banquette against the wall.  I
pushed back my shot and Lance did the same.  Finn was fairly jumping with
excitement.

	"You see?  Lance is like me.  Well, not like me.  He's not a sex
slave but we serve the same master. Whatta you do?"

	"Drug dealer" Lance answers.

	"Jack owns a gay bar and sells Molly"

	Lance nods.  Apparently, I pass muster as furthering the work of
the devil on earth.  "You're a lucky dude, having a sex slave.  You are a
ritual slave and everything?"

	"Yeah" Finn has explained it to me before.  He comes from a line of
people conceived by ritual sex.  His mother, beginning with her first
period was gangbanged by the men that worshipped Satan there locally until
she conceived.  Finn was her third and last one conceived this way,
earmarked as a sex slave from infancy.  "You too, huh?"

	"Yeah.  I'm the local priest.  There's only one sex slave in Key
West, my sister's kid.  The guy that owns Cayo Heuso owns him."

	"Cool.  It's great there."

	Lance nods in agreement.  "I guess I need your permission to fuck
your slave, huh Jack?"

	"You got it" I tell him.

	Lance actually went inside to get some lube from the bartender,
which I thought was weird.  Finn kissed me and said, "Thanks.  This is
their temple, did you know that?"

	"How did you know?"

	"I can feel it"

	One of the bartenders followed Lance out.  Lance greased himself up
and roughly rammed his fingers in Finn's ass to get him ready.  Finn laid
down on the banquette, his feet in the air.  Lance mounted him up and
rammed it in.

	"Fuck, that feels good" Lance cried out. "Toby, you're gonna have
to get a piece of this ass."

	"Oh yeah, fuck," Finn calls out.  "Fuck me till I can't see
straight."

	"Pound his goddamn ass" I say

	Lance does.  It is a savage fuck.  Hard and vicious.  Finn loves it
though.  He is grunting, telling Lance to fuck him harder even as I think
he can't possibly fuck him any harder.  Finn is flailing on his dick,
jacking him furiously.  You can hear the squeking of the vinyl, the springs
giving way, the sound bodies slapping together.  Toby, the bartender is
behind them, in full view, hairy and tanned but muscular.  He is jacking
himself to stay hard.  He is next, I know.  But Lance is now and he tearing
him up.  SOmeone else wanders out, sees us and bolts back inside.  A minute
later, he comes back with another man and they watch as Lance, lean and
firm, impales Finn.

	Soon, Lance has dropped his load inside of him.  Toby, without a
word, is there and Finn's legs rest on his shoulders now.  Toby drives into
his Finns swollen ass in one single driving stroke.  Then he fucks him full
steam.  No romance, no foreplay, no nothing.  Just hardcore fucking.  The
two men watching, drinks in hand, have their dicks out through the fly of
their shorts, stroking them. Finn is oblivious.  I know that he is aware of
their presence but he doesn't respond to it.  Toby is going to town as Finn
is stroking himself furiously.  I can see he is lost in ecstasy.  He is
going it and Toby is virtually raping him, not that Finn minds.  Then, in a
gasp and a face of pain, Finn shoots, rope after rope of jizz, splattering
his own face and shoulders, hitting the seat behind him.  It doesn't slow
Toby down. He just keeps fucking him until he too unloads in Finn's ass.

	The men watching are out of luck.  Lance and Toby were fellow
travelers.  These guys are mere customers.  In the end, Lance takes us back
to Cayo Hueso.  We make a side trip to Lance's place, a bungalow in New
Town.  He gives Finn a present of an ounce of high quality smoke, one
devoted follower of Satan to another. It's after 2 o'clock before we
stumble back in.  I was exhausted and even though Finn wanted me to fuck
him, I insisted on sleep.  He, of course, didn't complain.  He accepts what
I give. But I try going to sleep with the flickering light of the TV as he
jacked off to the porn.  I think the place is getting to him.