Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2005 13:59:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island (3)

   I peeled off my travel clothes, and stepped into the huge tile shower
stall, cranking on the multiple shower heads that ringed the
enclosure. Nice touch, I thought, I should do this at home, the multiple
sprays hitting my body from all angles felt nice, indeed. I washed, and let
the refreshing spray rinse away the long hours, and miles, of the days
flights, then stepped out of the stall, feeling greatly refreshed. I took
one of the huge, fluffy towels from the rack, and vigorously toweled my
body, and hair, then stepped over to the vanity. I opened my shaving kit,
and dug out my comb, running it through my still thick hair, getting it
arranged. I looked at the reflection of my naked self in the large mirror,
and decided that in spite of nudging forty, I was holding up fairly
well. The brown hair was thick, and showed no sign of grayness yet, and my
smooth chest and torso remained lean, though not especially buffed. My
waist was still a thirty-two, the same as when I graduated college, and my
legs showed the result of the two miles that I did five times a week on the
treadmill. My cock was pretty much the garden variety four inches when
relaxed this way ,and expanded nicely to just under seven inches, when in
its armed, and dangerous mode. My balls were fairly snug, with just a
slight dangle to them, and I always kept my pubic growth neatly trimmed at
both my balls, and my groin. Maybe not quite movie star material, but
pleasant enough to look at, and best of all, everything worked just fine.

   I walked naked into the bedroom, and stowed away the meager clothing and
accessories that I had brought along, then wandered into the kitchen, and
checked out the fully stocked cupboards, and refrigerator. I smiled,
satisfied that it appeared that anything I might possibly need, or want,
for the week was on hand. I grabbed an icy cold beer off the door of the
fridge, and a fresh towel, and slid on a pair of swim trunks, remaining
commando underneath. I headed out the door, and across the split of sand to
the waters edge, and took a long look around. The place was truly
beautiful, almost to the point of perfection, and the sugary sand felt
almost powdery under my feet. I waded out in the azure blue water a ways,
and marveled at the perfect water temperature, and the incredible
clarity. As I continued to gaze around, my eyes again fell on the beach
volley ball game that was under way to the South of my position, and I
started walking through the gently rolling surf in that direction.

   Approaching the game, I smiled, and emitted a small groan, as I drew
close enough to focus clearly on the group of naked cuties that were
engaged in the competition. Ten in number, five to a side, they were all
breathtakingly cute, and, I guessed, ranged from maybe ten, to twelve in
age. Each of the boys was sporting an all-over golden tan, giving a healthy
glow to their slim, and toned, bodies. All of them were free of any signs
of body hair, save for the very sparse beginnings of some pubic growth that
shadowed the groins of the four that appeared to be twelve, or maybe
thirteen. The delicious boy parts flopped sweetly with their actions, and
the tight little bubble butts made my mouth water as I watched them
cavorting on the soft sand. I dropped my towel, and sat, staring from one
to the other, much like a kid turned loose in a candy store.

   There wasn't a doubt that I would happily accept any one of them in my
bed, so it simply became a matter of order, as I imagined running my hands,
and lips, and tongue over every inch of the creamy skin that presented
before me. One little toe head blond caught my eye, probably no more than
ten, and easily one of the cutest boys I had ever laid eyes on. His
complexion was absolute peaches and cream, not a blemish to be seen
anywhere. His face was cute to the point of sweetness, and his broad grin
displayed deep little dimples in each soft cheek, and rows of small, even
teeth, equally as white as the sugar sand beach. Tiny little freckles
dotted the bridge of his small nose, and his mouth was cupid-like, with
lush, kissable lips. He was petite in stature, probably no more than 4' 8"
tall and maybe 75 pounds. His smooth chest was lean, and soft, with no real
definition to his pecs, which were dotted with two tiny nipples that were
slightly darker in tone than his skin. His button was a tiny outie, giving
a small brand to his soft little tummy, and his tiny waist tapered gently
into a gentle "v" as it gave way to his totally hairless groin, then flared
again slightly, and ended in his satin smooth legs. His cock, and balls
were small, with no real sign of development just yet, and the slender,
pink little staff was at best, two inches in length, and as thin as my
finger. He was circumcised, and the cute head flared slightly wider than
the shaft, and was surrounded by a firm little ring of skin. His balls were
small, a tight, wrinkled pouch tucked snugly to his body, and the orbs
within appeared about the size of marbles. His little butt was to die for,
creamy and firm little melons that jutted attractively below the small of
his back. As he jumped, and dove, in pursuit of the ball, his tight little
cleft parted, affording brief glimpses of his tiny pucker, which appeared
as a sudden little flash of pink, wrinkled skin. Delicious, and amazing, I
thought as I watched his antics, a definite keeper, of the quality that
made men readily risk long periods of detention all over the world. And, he
was mine, here on the island, simply for the asking. I shook my head in the
sheer wonder of that concept.

   The game progressed for a while, and at one point the errant ball
bounced into the sand next to me. I grabbed it, and turned, to see the
dainty object of my desire bounding over the sand in hot pursuit of the
ball. I grinned, as I watched his tiny morsel flop sweetly between his
golden legs as he jogged toward me, skidding to a stop at my feet. I
smiled, and held up the ball in my hand, and said, "Here you go, cutie." He
grinned sweetly, and reached for the ball, leaning slightly forward on one
small foot, so that his legs parted slightly, fully exposing his tight
little ball sac. Instantly deciding to test the Islands "total choice"
policies, I quickly withdrew the volleyball, and reached my other hand
forward to lightly grasp the pink little bag, and said, "I'll give you this
ball to play with, if you will let me play with these balls again, when the
game ends." He smiled sweetly, and parted his slim legs wider, bending
slightly, to allow me to fully grip, and fondle his firm little nuggets,
and in a very boyish voice squeaked, "Oh cool, sure, Mister, and if you
want, I can quit the game now, so you can just keep doing it." I chuckled,
and nodded, gently rolling his tiny nuts with my fingers, and replied, "I'd
really like that, Son, I'd like that, a lot." He nodded his blond head
rapidly, and again leaned in for the volleyball, which I gave him, as I
moved my fingers to his rapidly inflating little nail.


   The boy took the volleyball, and tossed it back toward the group, all of
whom were giggling, and smiling, as they watched me fondle the little
cutie. He returned his attention to me, and again spread his legs apart,
moving his arms up, to cup his hands behind his blond head. He thrust his
slim hips forward, and I gripped the now hard little stalk in my fingers,
gently jacking the satin smooth skin over the rock hard tissue beneath. "Oh
gosh, Mister, that feels really nice!" he chirped in his little boy voice,
and I chuckled, and fixed my stare on his burgeoning little solider. Fully
extended now, it might have been a good three inches of solid boy meat,
warm, and pulsing in my grip, and reed thin. I rubbed the spongy little
head with my fingertip, and he shuddered, giggling sweetly. I looked up,
and licked my lips, seeing the butter soft skin of his hair free underarms,
and was filled with a sudden desire to lick him there, and everywhere, to
savor the scents, and flavors of this incredible young boy. My own cock was
tenting the front of my shorts obscenely, and I watched his bright blue
eyes move there, and widen, as he croaked, "Jeez, Mister, yours is really a
big one!" I chuckled, and reluctantly released his throbbing boyhood, and
struggled to my feet. I bent down, and scooped the naked tyke into my arms,
moving off in the direction of my bungalow, and telling him, "Yours may not
be very big yet, but I think it's perfect, and I am making it, and all of
you, my very first choice on the Island." He grinned broadly, and nodded
his cute little head, and squealed, "Awesome...all the guys are gonna be,
like, so jealous!"


   Inside the bungalow, I sat the naked cutie on the large leather sofa,
and stepped out of my shorts, then, dropped down beside him. I watched as
his eyes widened, and his small mouth formed into an "o" as he stared at my
raging erection. "Wow!" he squeaked, and I promptly cupped his entire sweet
package in my hand, giving both cock and balls a small squeeze, and said,
"Wow, right back, little dude!"

(To Be Continued)
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