Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2011 15:04:07 +0100 (BST) From: Ted Gay Subject: Depravity Island - 3 Latest instalment in my Depravity Island series. For Encounters category and any others you feel appropriate and under my name in Prolific Authors. Thanks. I was on vacation on Stonewall Island, the 100% gay male resort and residence in the Pacific Ocean. My partner and I were staying in a self-catering apartment by the beach, so decided to go to the local supermarket to get some provisions in. As we shopped we saw sex taking place in the aisles, but on Depravity Island (as it is known colloqually) such sights are commonplace everywhere. We were amazed at some of the products on display. Bottled spunk for instance, with a photo of the donor on the label. Used cum-filled condoms even, again with a photo of the one who'd jerked off into it on the label. You could even buy bottles of urine, etc. with the donor's picture on the label if you were so inclined. In case you didn't believe the picture matched the donors, all these products were sealed with a code and included a link to a video clip where you could see the donor producing the product and sealing the container with the coded label, held close to the camera. We preferred our spunk from a live cock, but amazingly that was on sale too in this supermarket. They had a Cum Bar and a Piss Bar. My partner, John, was really into water sports and drinking it, so he made a beeline for the Piss Bar and I saw him holding out an empty pint beer glass for one of the attractive young barmen to fill with hot urine. He sat on the stool and sipped his hot drink along with other punters. The barmen would jerk you off as you drank it for a modest fee. I headed for the Cum Bar, and found about 20 gorgeous young guys seated in a row with their cocks out wanking them. You could choose one, or if you were really greedy for spunk you could have all 20 for a discount. I watched as a guy in front of me in the queue paid for the whole line-up of cocks. It was really disgusting but a turn-on to watch him suck them all off one by one. Each guy was primed ready to spunk in his mouth as he knelt before them, and by the time he got to the end his mouth was overflowing with cum and it was running down his chin. He got up, swallowed the last mouthful, wiped his chin with his hand and said: 'Delicious! Now I'm well fed,' as he walked away. As he'd sucked off each guy, another had taken his place ready to serve the next customer. I contented myself with a blond boy of about 18 who had a big circumcized cock. I paid my money and knelt before him, mouth open as he jerked off into my mouth. Suddenly he said: 'Here it cums - suck it all out. All my beautiful sweet spunk!' I didn't need telling twice, I eagerly put my mouth over the head to suck and spurt upon spurt of his lovely thick teenage cum shot into my mouth. It tasted so spunky and sweet as honey. 'Did you enjoy the flavor of my teenage orgasm?' he asked. 'Would you like me to jerk you off as you slowly swallow it?' I couldn't speak with my mouth full of his thick delicious spunk, so I just nodded, and he motioned me to sit in the chair he had just vacated. I did so, and he knelt before me and slowly jerked me off. I came loads all over his cute face, but he didn't seem to mind. Just wiped it with a tissue, walked into the cum donators' restroom to build up a new orgasm, and I got up from his chair as a redhead took the blond guy's place, getting his uncircumsized cock out and jerking it ready for the next customer. I'd never witnessed such sheer filth before in my life, but here on Depravity Island it was commonplace. So much for the supermarket and its disgusting products and the Cum and Piss bars. We went back to the apartment, and cooked ourselves a nice meal. Of course we were offered more sex by the ever-eager bellboys and waiters from the complex restaurant. A waiter knocked on our door, rubbed his crotch and handed us a voucher which said we could get a big discount if we invited two bellboys or two waiters to sleep with us tonite, or the voucher could also be used for a free short-time with a waiter or bellboy if we paid the full price for an hour of sex. We really didn't see the point of paying for it when it was all available, at least to a young couple like us, free of charge everywhere on the island. OK we'd paid to sample the bars in the supermarket, but that was just because it was a novelty and because we were curious. We decided to go out to a bar after our meal, and it was of course like one huge backroom. Parts were dark and parts dimly lit. Men were copulating, rimming, fisting and sucking each other. Everything was going on, even rooms for scat and water sports. 'Don't you people ever get tired of this endless sex?' I asked the barman. 'Well yes we do to tell you the truth,' he said. 'Like working in a chocolate factory - you gorge as much as you can the first week and then can hardly stand the sight of the stuff.' 'Then why do you choose to live here?' I asked. 'I live here with my boyfriend six months of the year, and in Brighton in England the rest of the time,' he said. 'The weather's good all year round here, so we come when it's Winter in England. We do enjoy promiscuous sex and threesomes but only in moderation. Just two or three times a week usually.' 'Well it's certainly all available here,' I said. We sat and drank our beers watching all the activity going on, then the live show began. This was a 'Sausage Party' virtually unknown outside the United States, provided especially for Americans, but of course everyone participated. A very hunky stripper came on, first dressed in a hotdog costume. He did a little dance, then the costume came off and he was writhing naked in front of the bar clientele, and offering his erect cock to be sucked by one and all. He presented his cock to us as we sat our barstools, he kneeling on the bar in order to do so. It seemed rude to refuse, so we each had a good suck, then he moved on to a couple next to us who literally were craving his load. They were fighting to get their mouths round his cock, so he teased them both with it. First one then the other had it in their mouths, and the stripper said: 'Who's gonna get my load? I'm about to shoot.' One grabbed the cock out of the other's mouth, and the stripper had to restrain him: 'Steady on! There's enough for both of you. Here it cums!' he said, and he shot six spurts of hot cum, three into the mouth and face of one, and three into the mouth and face of the other one. The couple then kissed each other, licking the strippers' cum off each other's faces. Next came a live sex show with six couples doing everything to each other. We witnessed copulation, fellatio, rimming, fisting - the lot. 15 minutes later the rubber mat they were on was covered in cum and was removed. We'd seen enough for one night, so headed back to the apartment. As we did so two policemen in their smart uniforms stopped us and chatted us up. They were not going to take 'no' for an answer, in fact they were quite domineering. 'You two need big police truncheons up your arses!' said the dark-haired one in a London accent. 'Yeah, you limeys are sex-starved. Here and back home in the States we just pop into a video arcade to get all the sex we want - cock or ass, it's all availble thru the glory-holes.' said the other cop, a blond with an American accent. 'You tight-arsed limeys don't have any video arcades with glory-holes. I was on a week's vacation in London; no quick sex anywhere unless you went to a sauna or backroom. Even your public restrooms have nearly all closed down. What a dump!' They then escorted us not to our apartment but into the nearby police station and thru a door marked 'Sex Recreation Room'. Here were loads of guys being fucked in the arse and mouth by uniformed coppers. We were told to lie on a bed and the two policemen gave us a good shagging. Their cocks were really big, and our arses were quite sore afterwards. We staggered back to the apartment, barely able to walk, and as we put the key in the door an Oriental bellboy came up to us and said: 'Fucky wucky? Me want big cockies up my bum bum!' He was very cute, and had the name 'Joseph' on his uniform. I couldn't resist the obvious retort: 'Not tonite, Josephine!' He looked perplexed. 'Me no Josephine - me Joseph. You fucky my bum bum tomorrow nite please?' We said we would, and he promised to bring a friend who also liked fucky wucky up his bum bum. We were clearly going to be exhausted by the time this week's vacation ended!