* * *  Scott's Vacation  * * *

   The sun felt good on Scott's body.  God, he really hated the life he'd been
leading, and he wished this vacation could last forever.  Going to St Thomas
had been the best idea he had ever had and Scott was not normally prone to
discredit his own ideas.  Well, they could all go to hell back there in Kansas
City.  Especially Bill.  Bill took him for granted and acted as if he owned
him. The only time he really made an effort was when he was horny and wanted to
fuck Scott's ass, and Scott was sick of it.

   Before leaving he had purchased one of the really briefest French cut
swimsuits he had ever dared to buy, and spent weeks working at getting in shape
to wear it.  Now, on the pure white sand beach with the sun shining down in the
azure Carribean sky, with the ocean a wonderful shade of green, even it somehow
seemed to be too conservative.

  Walking further down the beach, he suddenly realized that he had left the
crowded public area, and he had reached a less developed and less tended
stretch.  The sand was the same warm sugar on his feet, and the sky and ocean
still went on for what seemed to be an infinity, but it all seemed somehow more
private, more his own.

  Suddenly the thought occured to him that he was thousands of miles from home,
with no one to answer to, and no one to please but himself. Damn, it felt good!
Good as the sun, and the sand and the slight warm breeze.  Scott smiled, and
grinned to himself, his pixieish face switching to happiness that had all too
frequently of late been absent.

  Almost without thinking, he spread out his towel, pulled off his suit with
one motion, and lay on his back in the warm pillow of the beach.

  "Guess  I'm getting daring in my old age," he thought.  At 28, that hardly
seemed to be a determining factor, but the thought amused him as it went
through his head in a lazy circle.  The warm breeze and the sound of the surf
was a hypnotic, and his tan, naked body absorbed it through every pore, it
seemed.  "Yeah," he thought, "to hell with all of them."

   Scott had only lain there for a brief period when he suddenly realized  that
the warmth and stillness and softness were easing him into on odd type of slow
arousal, unlike any he had ever experienced.


   His hands moved to his breasts and softly caressed them, the fingertips
brushing his nipples and causing them to harden and tighten at the same time
that his dick and balls began their familiar yearning ache.  

  Faster now, the movements of his hands on his breasts became a rythmic
massage and one hand removed itself to his dick, spreading the legs wide and
caressing his balls. "Oh, God," he thought, "this is so good." The only thought
in his mind was a picture of a well hung MUKC College stud he had dated but
never bedded, implanted for all time as a fantasy picture for when he
masturbated, or when that was the only way to get it arousal for Bill. 

   What he would give for that college hard cock right now, he thought as his
hands continued their orbit of his erogenous zones!

   Suddenly, the stillness was broken by an almost imperceptible sign, a breath
of air as if taken in surprise.  Starting up, Scott saw a young native man,
maybe 25, standing ten feet away, his hands on a scuba outfit.  He was tall for
a native, tanned and muscular, with cutoff jeans that did nothing to hide his
natural endowments.  The obviously welcome sight of Scott stroking himself to
ecstasy did nothing to conceal the size of his cock, either, and it now
threatened to strain the front of his cutoffs to bursting.

  "Thank you, God!"  Scott said.  Surveying the situation slowly and smiling a
slow smile, Scott repositioned himself slightly so that his audience could get
a better view of his exposed dick and balls.  Then he slowly resumed his
actions of the moment before, all the while continuing to watch his guest's
eyes and face.  The guest's expression went from bewilderment, to delight, to
rapt attention in the space of a few seconds.  Then, smiling back knowlingly,
he dropped his gear, and eased down his cut-offs.
  
  Scott was quite unprepared for the sight of the huge cock which now sprang
free of its entanglements and amazingly seemed to grow even more in its
freedom.  Sighing, Scott spread his legs further and put both hands between his
legs, so as to feel his big balls and cock better.

  The stranger fairly sprang to Scott's feet, and dropping to his knees, he
spread his thighs apart with his rough fisherman's hands and pushed his face
into his dick and balls.  "Eat me, eat me!" whimpered Scott, not knowing or
caring if this vision spoke or understood English.  

   The stranger pushed his  tongue far into Scott's ass, carefully licking
and sucking every inch of it.  He nibbled at Scott and playfully pulled and
sucked  with his lips and pushed it with his tongue.  Scott felt that if he
came now he would die, so powerful was his state of arousal.  His ass jerked
spasmodically with the pressure of the man's tongue.  

  Without warning, the man stopped, looked up at Scott and into his eyes, then
in one smooth motion, he raised himself from his task, put his hands on Scott's
knees to spread them till he felt his hips would break, and thrust his hard
cock into his tight, wet ass ( that he had been eating).  Scott gave a little 
grunt of satisfaction and pleasure and then the two of them as if on cue began
to pump each other back and forth.  Scott wrapped his legs around the man's
waist, and pulled their faces together, thrusting his tongue into his mouth,
tasting the sweetness of her own cock juice.

Deeper and deeper his cock went, to places Scott had never been penetrated
before, tremors of pleasure, lust and desire building with every stroke.  

  As the speed and depth of the strokes increased to a level Scott could only
dimly perceive in his uncontrolled passion, Scott felt rather than heard the
man's groan of satisfaction and felt the hot, wet cum flooding into his ass and
he too felt himself cumming as never before, deeply, fully and with his whole
body and spirit.

  Later, the two of them, still strangers, lay dreamily on the beach, naked
and sated. Scott was cradled in the sleeping fisherman's arms and thought,
"Yeah, to hell with all of them!".

The End