Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 10:56:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island (10)

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The Island
(10)

   During the walk to my bungalow, I learned that the boys name was Andre,
and that he had celebrated his fourteenth birthday just a week ago. He was
French born, and had come to the Island at the age of nine, after a series
of life events had left him orphaned. Having no real family to shelter him,
Andre had fallen into the French Social Welfare system for children, and
then, ultimately, the Island. Apparently the social worker that had been
assigned Andre's case was connected to the millionaire that had started the
Island resort, and had, in effect, "sold" the boy to the mans recruitment
agents. Under the terms of the agreement, all record of Andre's very
existence as a French citizen disappeared, and for all intents and
purposes, he had never seen the inside of the system.

   He told me that it had actually worked out well for him, and that he was
happy living the Island life. He had always been treated well here, by both
staff, and the multitude of guests that he had encountered during his years
here. The Island staff had seen to his education, both formal, and
practical, and he had always been provided for in terms of food and
shelter, and even the emotional needs of a growing boy had been adequately
seen to. In listening to his tale, I reached the conclusion that he was
indeed very well spoken, and exuded a certain confidence not always present
in one so young. He seemed happy, and very well adjusted to his position on
the Island, in spite of its unusual nature. In any event, the pleasant
personality, and intellect, only enhanced his very sensual attractiveness,
and I was eager to further explore his many charms.

  Inside the bungalow, I steered us straight to the bathroom, where I
reached into the large stall to turn on the multiple shower heads that
protruded from three walls. I adjusted the temperature, and nudged the
naked cutie into the stall, my own nude body close behind. The warm spray
quickly soaked us, and I picked up the bar of fragrant soap, and worked a
thick lather onto my hands. I placed my slippery palms on Andre's smooth
chest, and began rubbing small circles over his soft skin, my fingers
teasing at his quarter-sized nipples. He lifted his arms, and entwined his
fingers behind his head, exposing the smooth skin of his hairless
underarms. I leaned in close, and lapped at the baby-soft skin there, and
he moaned quietly as my tongue licked at the creamy skin, while my fingers
continued to gently tweak his nipples into stiffness.

   I moved over, and licked the buttery softness of his opposite underarm,
and slid my soapy palm lower, lightly stroking his flat tummy, before
descending further, to drag my fingers through his sparse, and silky pubic
hairs. I leaned back slightly, allowing the shower spay to wash the soap
from his chest, then leaned in, and flicked my tongue across his nipples,
each in turn, before closing my lips over the swollen nubbins, and sucking
them, as my soapy fist closed around his rock hard erection. He emitted
another groan of pleasure, as I slowly stroked his hardness, my lips moving
between his very aroused nipples. I swabbed my thumb across the spongy head
of his cock, probing at the tiny slit there, then, ran my fingers over the
pulsing stalk, going lower, to cup his plump ball sac in my palm. I hefted
his weighty nuggets, and rolled them gently with my fingers, as his soft
moans became almost a steady cadence of pleasure.

   I toyed with his firm balls a bit, then, dropped to a knee, and again
lathered up my hands with the soap. I ran my hands over his nicely toned
thighs, and down his lower legs, noting with pleasure the lack of any
serious hair. I lifted, and washed, each of his almost dainty feet, then
reapplied additional lather to my hands. I again slid my hands along his
legs, moving upward, my fingers grazing lightly over the insides of his
thighs, as he mewed softly above me. My fingers reached the juncture of his
legs, and again fondled his plumb ball sac, before I once more gripped his
firm shaft, and stroked the silky smooth skin back and forth over the
granite hard tissue beneath. He shuddered, and I moved my hands to his slim
waist, and turned him, so that he faced away from me. He leaned slightly
forward, and placed his palms against the tile wall, and spread his
legs. It was now my turn to utter a moan, as the perfect twin melons that
were his incredible ass presented before me, mere inches in front of my
face.

   I paused, savoring the perfection before me, and marveled at the
sculpted globes, each a perfect handful, so rounded, and smooth, the creamy
flesh equally as golden tanned as the rest of his beautiful young body. His
meaty balls were suspended slightly between his wide spread legs, and I
slid a hand between his thighs to cup them, and tug on them gently, as he
continued to mew out his moans of pleasure. I leaned closer, still gently
fondling his heavy balls, and ran my tongue over each firm melon, then ran
it down the length of his snug cleft. Releasing his nut sac, I gripped each
firm globe in a palm, squeezing the supple young flesh, then tugged them
slightly apart, opening his shadowed furrow, and bringing his pink little
pucker into the light. I released another groan, my lust rapidly reaching
the boiling point, as I feasted on the sheer perfection of the boy.

   I pressed a fingertip into the warmth of his cleft, and slid it across
his tiny entrance, reveling in the feeling of the tiny ridges of tissue
that surrounded the small pink oval. He moaned loudly, as I pressed my
soapy finger against his tightness, and pressed again, feeling him relax
the tight muscle, allowing my finger to slide into the satin smooth sheath
that was his very core. He shuddered, and flexed slightly, his muscles
seeming to literally suck my finger inside of him, as I probed his molten
hot depth, and ran my finger over his firm little prostate. He groaned
louder still, rolling up onto his toes, before settling back onto my
probing digit, adding his own pressure to my contact on his gland. I moved
my other hand around him, and gripped his turgid cock, again sliding the
smooth skin back and forth, and rubbing the leaking head.

   I fingered his clinging depth a bit longer, still slowly stroking his
steely hardness, then, released him, and slipped my finger out of him,
suddenly sensing his closeness to orgasm, an event that I very much wanted
to prolong. He groaned as I stopped touching him, his slim hips thrusting
back and forth, seeking to renew the contact, and the stimulation, that had
suddenly ended. I stood, and turned him back toward me, my arms pulling him
close to me so that our equally rampant cocks were trapped together between
us. I rotated us in a circle, letting the shower heads rinse the soap from
our bodies, then bent slightly, and scooped the trembling boy into my
arms. I stepped out of the shower, and walked quickly to the huge bed, and
deposited the very aroused boy onto the mattress, quickly joining him.

   I held him close, and our wet bodies became as one, our hands, and lips,
everywhere, as we played out our feverish longing, one for the other. I
rolled him onto his back, and spun my body, moving us into a sixty-nine
configuration, and quickly slid his drooling boy meat into my hungry
mouth. He groaned loudly, and I felt his hand close around my own leaking
tool, as he moved to rapidly mimic my action, as he closed is warm wet,
mouth over my rampant cock. The room was filled with the sounds of our
heated passions, a series of moans, and grunts, accompanied by the
delightful slurping noises associated with incredibly intense oral sex.

   We slurped at each others cocks, our fingers teasing over thighs, and
balls, each of us sampling the acrid flavors of the others drooling
juice. Suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to experience every part of
this incredible boy, I spit out his glistening cock, and quickly maneuvered
myself between his splayed legs. I gripped him behind the knees, and lifted
his lean legs, bending them back to his chest, as I literally dove into his
upturned ass. I extended my tongue, and lapped strongly over his exposed
pucker, my taste buds exploding with the slightly bitter taste of his
center, mixed with a slight flavor of lingering soap. I licked his small
pucker, and rolled my tongue, pressing hard against the firm resistance,
until I felt him open to my intrusion, allowing my tongue to slide inside
his heated tunnel.

   His arms flailed outward, and his tightly closed fists hammered the
mattress, as I worked my tongue in and out of his creamy passage, my hands
firmly gripping his perfect, upturned melons. He thrashed on the bed, quick
little mews escaping his gaping mouth, and I watched his plump balls draw
tight, moving upward in the satin smooth sac. Sensing his impending
explosion, I withdrew my aching tongue from his tight tunnel, and moved to
quickly swallow his spasming cock, just as it flexed strongly, and erupted,
sending forth rapid bursts of his creamy nectar. He fired a rapid staccato
of his cum pellets into my waiting mouth, coating my tongue with his boy
honey, flooding me, until I swallowed, savoring his warm slickness sliding
down my throat. He humped his hips upward, and off the mattress, growling
repeatedly, as his balls drained, and his orgasm washed over him. Finally
finished, he sagged back onto the mattress, small gurgling noises escaping
his gaping mouth.

   I lifted my head off his now wilting cock, and scooted onto my knees,
moving forward, my rock hard cock in my fist. Leaning across the panting
boy, I retrieved some lube from the nightstand, and quickly anointed my
throbbing cock, then centered the drooling head with his upturned pucker,
and in one motion, pressed forward, sinking my entire length into his
creamy depth. He wailed, a long, low decibel sound, as my rampant cock
buried itself into his heat, and tightness, his hands moving to grip my
extended arms tightly, as his head rolled on the pillow. I paused, my pubic
hair pressed under his balls, and looked down at our juncture, shuddering
strongly, at the incredible sight of our joining. I withdrew, leaving only
the plump head of my cock encased in his silky sheath, paused, then once
again slid fully inside of him.

   I moved in and out of him, finding a rhythm, and picking up speed, as he
worked his muscles expertly, clamping down on my steely piston as I drilled
it in and out of his velvet tunnel. Far too soon, my boiling passions
overwhelmed my control, and I felt my balls twinge, and my feverish mind
processed the beginning spasm of my orgasm. I groaned, then, held my
breath, my entire being suddenly electric, as my swollen cock went into
spasm, flexing strongly within his tight grip, and erupting, jetting my
molten cum into his rectum in rapid fire jets, one followed immediately by
the next. Finally drained, and totally spent, I fell forward onto the
shuddering boy, wrapping my arms around his shaking slimness, and holding
him tight.


   I worried of my weight fully on the boy this way, so I rolled to my
side, my shrinking cock slipping noisily from his stretched pucker with an
audible squishing sound. I dropped an arm across him, and sucked in deep,
ragged breaths of air, striving for a normal heart rate, and
breathing. Finally we settled, each recovering from the sheer intensity of
the exchange, and he lifted his flushed, and pretty, face from the sweaty
pillow, propping his head on an elbow. He looked at me, and flashed his
dazzling smile, and said, sweetly, "I'm thinking....that...is maybe...the most
intense thing...that I ever felt...!" I chuckled, and reached out to ruffle
his damp hair, and replied, "I absolutely agree.....well....until next time,
anyway!" He giggled, the dazzling smile going brighter still, and squeaked,
"You promise?"

(To Be Continued)
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