Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 15:12:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island (7)

   I made my way back to my bungalow, and spent the next couple of hours
napping. It had been quite a day, and I slept soundly, waking refreshed. I
took a long shower, and reflected on the days earlier events, and shook my
head at the wonder of it all. The island was very definitely proving to be
the place of my dreams, and I was eager to explore still greater adventures
with the myriad of cute boys that inhabited the place.

  My shower complete, I slid into a fresh pair of shorts, once again going
commando beneath, a feeling of freedom that I was rapidly growing to
love. I slipped into my sandals, and headed toward the dining area,
suddenly feeling hunger pangs in my grumbling stomach. As I made the short
walk, my head pivoted, as if ball bearing mounted, my eyes drinking in the
widely scattered array of various sex acts in progress between the adult
guests of the island, and their chosen boy of the moment. Additionally, I
noticed several small groupings of the island boy's happily engaged in
varying acts of sex play among themselves, apparently staying in tune,
while awaiting selection by one of the paying guests. I paused several
times to observe the latter action, my hunger pangs forgotten, as I rapidly
became engrossed in the extremely stimulating sight of young boys fondling
one another, or administering some highly skilled cock sucking to one, or
more, of their little friends. Amazing, I thought, absolutely amazing!

  Finally giving in to my growling stomach, I focused my attention on the
dining hall, and managed to ignore the veritable buffet of boy flesh that
surrounded me as I walked across the compound. I entered the dining hall,
and approached the host station, flashing the wrist band that identified me
as the current occupant of the beach front bungalow. The restaurant host
duties were currently being attended to by a very good looking lad of
around twenty, wearing one of the highly colorful sarong type wraps that
seemed to be the staff uniform on the island. He was very nearly actually
pretty with his boyish good looks, and slim, smooth, build. He was bare
chested, and not a single hair was in evidence on his upper torso, which
consisted of nicely developed pec's dotted with large, and slightly puffy
nipples. His hair was worn longish, over the ears, and was a light brown
tone, streaked with thin slashes of blond highlights. His smile was
dazzling, and displayed even rows of gorgeous, snow-white teeth behind very
full, and lush lips. I let my eyes wander downward, and took note of his
flat, smooth tummy, which hosted a toned, though not washboard, six-pack. I
paused, as my gaze dropped to the obvious bulge at the front of his sarong,
and I felt my mouth salivate, as I drew a mental image of the treasures
that doubtless lurked behind the colorful swatch of cloth. He was rapidly
approaching over-the-hill status for truly ardent boy lovers, but I had no
difficulty imagining him as a newly arrived island boy just scant years
ago, prior to his ascension to this present post as a staff
member. Slightly past prime or not, I decided, there would definitely be
space for his trim little body in my bed, anytime.

   I managed to pry my lecherous eyes away from his swollen package, and
lifted them, to meet his still smiling gaze. I smiled, and he said, "Good
evening, Sir, and welcome to Island dining, my name is Kevin, and it is my
pleasure to assure your every desire this evening." I chuckled, as I
mentally processed the list of things that would define my "every desire"
regarding young Kevin, and replied, "Thank you, Kevin, and, I'm very sure
that you will do just that, in excellent fashion." He added a few watts to
the dazzling smile, and nodded slightly, before inquiring, "Will you prefer
dining alone this evening, Sir, or may I take the liberty of suggesting you
select a companion, or companions, from our available boys?" He nodded
slightly to my right, and my eyes followed his gesture, and widened, when
my gaze came to rest on group of perhaps twenty beautiful, naked, boys
assembled in a small area surrounded by red velvet ropes.

   The gathered boys were all smiling brightly, nearly preening, as they
strove to capture my attention, each hopeful to be selected over his
competing peers. I smiled as well, slowly scanning the assemblage of
succulent boy flesh before me, and managed to stifle my urge to tell Kevin
that I would select one boy as a dinner guest now, then stop back, upon my
departure, and take the rest, to go. Once again perusing the small flock of
cuties, I settled my gaze on a stunningly cute lad of perhaps eleven, who
returned my eager gaze from behind a shy little smile. His neatly trimmed,
standard issue, boy's haircut sported a small tuft that was gelled to stand
upward just above his smooth forehead, the fine hair so blond as to be
nearly white. His cute, cherub-like face was tanned a golden bronze tone
that highlighted his perfect rows of pure white little teeth, and his mouth
was lush, and slightly pouty. He was petite in stature, I guessed maybe
five feet, one inch, and slim, possibly eighty-five pounds or so. The
glowing tan on the rest of his lithe body matched the golden toast color of
his face, and his slender body showed the merest hint of beginning
development. Tiny nipples punctuated his smooth chest, and his navel
appeared concave, a small dimple at the center of his soft little
tummy. His waist was narrow, and tapered smoothly into the slightest flare
at his slim hips, which gave way to smooth, and slender legs that ended in
small feet. His penis was flaccid, and hung from his totally hairless groin
perhaps a tad over two inches. He was circumcised, and his tight little
scrotum ballooned snugly behind his cock. A truly beautiful young boy, I
decided, and certainly an intriguing dinner partner. Also, I further
decided, he would make a perfectly delightful dessert!

   I glanced at Kevin, indicating my selection with a slight nod in the
boy's direction, and he grinned, nodding his head in agreement, saying, "An
excellent selection, Sir, young Jacob is among our guest's favorites, and,
I might add, with excellent reason." He made a subtle hand gesture in the
boy's direction, and the lad stepped forward, as Kevin slipped the velvet
rope, and he stepped up next to me. He tilted his sweet face upward, and
smiled sweetly, and I felt my cock thicken inside my shorts, as his
melodic, very much unchanged, voice intoned, "Good evening, Sir, thank you
for allowing me to share your meal." I returned his dazzling smile, and
placed my hand on his creamy smooth shoulder, running my fingers down his
back, and lightly over the incredible small globes of his butt, and
replied, "Good evening to you, Jacob, and, I am sure it will be a pleasure
to dine with such a handsome, and sexy, boy." He giggled sweetly, a soft
blush creeping into his creamy smooth cheeks, and mumbled, "Thank you,
Sir."

   Kevin retrieved a large menu from his podium, and with a slight tilt of
his head, indicated that Jacob and I should follow him. We entered the
dining room proper, and Kevin advanced toward a small booth against the far
wall, the delectable young Jacob in tow, and me bringing up the rear, a
most advantageous position to carefully check out Jacobs delicious little
bubble butt as we walked. Yup, I decided, I am definitely very hungry, the
only question was whether or not I actually wanted to take the time
necessary to eat, food, that is.

   As we crossed the dimly lit dining room, I observed several mouth
watering little tableaus of activity between other guests, and their dinner
companions, the men involved in various degrees of fondling their young
partners, a few even engaging in some below the table oral copulation. We
reached our nicely private little booth, and Jacob slid his sweet butt onto
the bench style seat, and scooted into the booth just far enough to allow
me room to sit close at his side. I sat, and slid in a bit so that our
thighs were in contact, then, smiled at the Kevin, as he handed me the
menu, and, with a slight bow, intoned, "Bon Apatite`, sir!" I dropped my
hand into Jacobs naked little lap, and gently squeezed his soft little boy
cock in my fingers, and replied, "Definitely, yes!"

   I held the menu in one hand, and continued to stoke Jacob's now stiff
little nail, and was surprised by its erect dimension. It had inflated to
what I estimated to be fully twice its flaccid size, and it now pulsed
warmly in my fingers at a good four inches in length. The covering skin of
his cock was as smooth as fine silk, and it slid effortlessly over the
turgid stalk of tissue beneath as I stroked its length, pausing at times to
rub my fingertip over the spongy smooth head. He settled back against the
cushions, and spread his slim legs, allowing me to alternate stroking his
silky boy meat with slidding my fingers over his butter smooth inner
thighs. As my fingers slid to the top of his thighs, I toyed with his snug
ball sac, fingering the firm little orbs within. He emitted some soft
mewing sounds as I stimulated his sweet little package, obviously enjoying
the sensations his lithe body was receiving.

  My own cock had grown to full staff, and poked obscenely at my shorts,
and little Jacob dropped his dreamy eyes to my lap, a small giggle escaping
his lush mouth. I leaned back, and nodded to him, indicating that he was
welcome to investigate, if he so desired. He giggled again, and I watched,
in awe, as his small hand crept into my distended lap, and his slim fingers
curled around the shaft of my very erect cock. He gripped my meat firmly,
then, moved his small hand up and down, testing my length, and girth. He
rolled his eyes up to meet mine, and smiled, then squeaked, "Gosh, Sir, you
really have a nice one!" I chuckled, and continued my fondling of his mouth
watering boy parts, and told him, "Thanks, Jacob, and, I really like yours
a lot, too." He kept at me a few minutes, then, with a look that silently
asked my approval, he hooked his fingers into the elastic of my shorts,
indicating clearly that he wanted to take them off me. I grinned at the
little cherub, and lifted my butt off the seat, then sighed with
contentment, as he quickly pushed my shorts down my legs, where I kicked
them free of my feet.

   Jacob sat back slightly, and looked into my lap, his soft eyes going
wide, as he focused on my rock hard cock jutting straight up from my groin,
pulsing with my now rapid heart beat. I watched again, as his small hand
dipped into my lap, and his fingers again curled around my thick stalk, and
shivered mightily, as his hand stroked shaft up and down. His new position
made it difficult for me to play with his cock, so I moved my arm around
behind him, nudging him, so that he turned his body partly onto his side as
he continued to concentrate on slowly jacking my throbbing meat. I ran my
fingers, and palms, over his firm little globes, kneading the succulent
flesh, and probing his snug cleft with a finger. His tight little cheeks
were pliant, yet firm, and I could sense the heat emanating from his inner
core as my finger slid over the firm tiny ridges that surrounded his tiny
pucker. He groaned, as I applied slight pressure against his tight ring,
and I felt his fingers tighten on my cock, as I pushed again, and slipped
the first knuckle of my finger into his silky, hot, chute, moving it gently
in and out of him.

   We continued our duel fondling, and probing, silent, save for our mutual
increased breathing, and soft sighs of pleasure, until we were startled by
the arrival of out waiter, who quietly asked, "Were you ready to order,
Sir, or, should I allow you a few minutes?" I glanced up at him, and noted
his fixated stare onto my lap, as he intently focused on Jacob's small hand
applying a steady stroking to my aching cock. I smiled, and reluctantly
slid my finger from Jacobs snug tunnel, and said, "Actually, I think that I
very much need a stiff Martini about now, young man." He smiled, still
staring at Jacob's skillful ministrations of my turgid cock, and replied,
"Certainly, sir, it will be a pleasure, and, stiff is certainly one of our
island specialties!" I chuckled, and watched his departure toward the bar,
savoring the electric-like impulses that flowed steadily though my cock as
Jacob maintained his sweet torture. This, I decided was destined to be a
meal to remember for a very long time to come, and, we had yet to order so
much as an appetizer. Well, that last may not be actually true, as Jacob,
himself, should definitely be considered an amazing appetizer, if not the
entree!

(To Be Continued)
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