Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2020 12:05:49 -0500
From: Alan Oh <oha2564@gmail.com>
Subject: Steve Visits the Islands - Part 8 - Sight Seeing

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Steve Visits the Islands
Chapter Eight - Sight Seeing

..."Well, Dante, I guess it's just us now. How about we take a shower and
then a nap?"


Steve and Dante walked into the bathroom and stepped into the luxurious
shower. They cleaned each other, dried off, and went to bed. They started
their "nap" with a nice 69 and then drifted off to sleep....


Dante woke first and immediately took Steve's hard hairy cock into his
mouth to take care of his morning wood. Steve stretched and said "Thanks,"
then Dante went back to his own quarters to shower and dress. Steve got up
and showered as well. When he stepped out of the shower, naked Dante was
there to dry him off, gently rubbing a warm towel over Steve's wet, hairy
body. Then he took a hairbrush and hair dryer to bring Steve's long,
luscious hair into control. He had Steve sit on a stool for the styling and
then he took a warm towel and wrapped it around Steve's face. Next, he took
warm shaving cream and applied it to Steve's stubbly face. With a sharp
straight razor, Dante proceeded to give Steve one of the best shaves he'd
ever had.


"All done, sir," Dante said. "What's on your agenda for today?"


Steve replied, "I'd like to have a quick breakfast and then I want you to
contact my driver, Miguel. I want him to take me sight seeing today."


Steve got up, walked into the bedroom and found a pair of light shorts and
a tank top. He pulled them on, added sandals and he went out to the living
area to eat.


There was a knock on the door and Dante went to answer it. He opened the
door and it was Miguel, who seemed pleased to see Dante nude. "Nice to see
you, Dante." He gave Dante's package a nice squeeze as he passed by.


"Sir, your driver is here."


"Great," Steve said as he got up from the table. "Let me grab my bag and
we'll get going."


Steve went to the bedroom and returned with a small shoulder bag that
looked like it might hold a nice camera. He kissed Dante goodbye and they
went out to the car.


Steve took the time to look Miguel over, top to bottom. He was cut as a
button. About 5'-7", 135lbs, jet black air and dark smooth skin. He was
wearing very short shorts that fit him snugly and were thin enough to offer
an outline of hard glutes and a bouncing cock. He wore a silky shirt,
unbuttoned half way down his chest and almost see-through. Steve knew he
had gotten the right driver.


Miguel opened the back door of the car, but Steve went to the front
passenger door and got in. Miguel smiled and shut the back door before
getting behind the wheel. "Where to, boss?"


"You set the itinerary, Miguel. I want to see the island through the eyes
of a native. Historic sites, beautiful scenery, the hidden places that
tourists never see."


"You got it, boss." And Miguel drove off the resort property heading for
their first stop. The morning was pleasant and warm. Steve and Miguel
chatted aimlessly during the drive. When Miguel stopped, they both got out
and Miguel regaled Steve with obscure historical facts and comments about
the art and architecture. About an hour or so into the trip, Steve reached
into his bag and pulled out a fat joint and lit it, inhaling deeply. He
offered to Miguel, who declined for the moment since he was driving. Steve
asked, "So when do we get to see some of those hidden gems where tourists
never go?"


"We are actually about to arrive at one such place," Miguel told him. "Be
patient, boss."


They turned onto a narrow dirt road and continued deep into the tropical
forest. Soon they came to a small clearing where another car was
parked. Miguel pulled up and parked and told Steve to get out and walk
around to the back of the car.


Miguel joined him there, and said, "Ok, boss, here's what we're going to
do. We need to take our clothes off and leave them here in the car. I have
loin cloth in the trunk to put on."


Miguel opened the trunk and they both stripped. Miguel handed Steve a small
leather pouch with thin leather straps attached. Miguel demonstrated how to
put the "loin cloth" on. When they were finished, Steve stood there, naked
and hairy, starting to sweat, with his package crammed into a pouch barely
big enough to hold him, and thong straps that split his ass cheeks like
dental floss. Miguel was dressed the same. Miguel led the way and they
walked about half a mile into the jungle, where they began to hear drums.


When they stepped into the clearing, Steve saw a group of four very large
native men, dressed just like him, only they also wore body paint on their
smooth muscular bodies. There were also three other men who appeared to
also be 3 tourists with a guide. There was another native man beating the
large drum. All the men in the clearing were dressed the same.


The "tourists" were guided to the center of the clearing and the native men
surrounded them. Suddenly, the drum stopped and the biggest of the native
men walked to the center of the clearing. "Today you will join in an
important native ritual that has been passed down from generation to
generation. It is rare for non-native men to participate, but your guides
have assured us that you are willing and able to join us today. You will
not be disappointed."


One of the painted men whispered to the two guides and they walked out of
the clearing, returning with four - five gallon buckets. They handed two
buckets to each of two tourists, then walked out again. They returned with
four more buckets and gave them to the other tourists. Now each man held
two empty five gallon buckets.


The big man in charge told them, "Deep in the jungle there is a beautiful
pool of fresh clear water. You must find this pool, fill your buckets, and
then carry the water back here to us. You have only thirty minutes to
complete this task. Go!"


The four men bolted for the path opposite from the entrance to the
clearing. As they got deeper into the jungle they found that the path split
several times and it was getting harder to keep track of where they had
come from. "Stop," Steve said. "We need to figure out where this pool might
really be and be more careful about knowing how to get back."


The other men agreed. One of them went back towards the clearing and marked
the path they needed to get back there. From then on, they marked their way
as they went. They walked for a long time and it was very hot, Sweat was
dripping off the men's bodies. The men were also spending a fair amount of
time looking one another over. There was Steve, of course, a big hairy guy
with plenty of muscle. The other three men were from Australia and all of
them were well-built and good looking. Two of the Aussies had hairy chests,
the other was smooth. All four men were in the six foot range, and all
showed that they worked out a lot.


Soon, they heard the sound of running water. They stepped into another
clearing and there they found a large beautiful ool of clear water at the
base of a fairly large waterfall. They were all hot and really wanted to
jump into the water. They thought better of it when they realized how far
they had walked and that they still had to get back in time. They filled
their buckets and noticed how heavy ten gallons of water really is. This
was going to slow them down, and in the heat, it would make the return trip
more difficult. By the time they got back to the clearing, they were
exhausted. They put their buckets down and collapsed on the ground in the
center of the clearing.


"Gentlemen, you just made it," the big man in charge told them. "Now the
fun begins. You must each choose an opponent among us. We will wrestle
until each one of us has penetrated each one of you."


The four natives then stripped off their loin cloth to reveal four of the
biggest, fattest cocks Steve had ever seen. They were huge and
threatening. A couple of the tourist men gasped when they saw what they
were facing.


"Stand up!" The big man ordered. "Now, dump all that water onto the ground
where you are standing."


The men did as they were told, creating a large mud pit, with them standing
in the middle. "Now, choose your opponent!"


Each tourist pointed to one of the natives. The drum started pounding again
and the native men shouted and ran into the mud and grabbed their
opponent. In seconds, the natives had the tourists on their backs in the
mud. The men fought back and eight hot, sweaty men began to roll around in
the mud. Soon, all the bodies were covered and it was hard to tell who was
who. The wrestling match continued for a long time, with shouts and
laughter filling the air. The two guides sat on the perimeter and watched
passing a joint between them. They were really enjoying this.


There was a scream as one of the tourists was thrown face down in the mud
and a huge native cock was pressed into his rectum. But, as the fucking
continued, his screams turned to loud moans. He raised up on all fours and
pushed back against his assailant, enjoying being fucked by a huge mud
monster.


One of the other men appeared to try to run away. His native opponent
grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him to the ground. He flipped the man
onto his back and raised his legs high in the air before driving his rock
hard battering ram into the man's muddy asshole. The man screamed in pain
and the native stopped and waited. Soon, the tourist was moaning and
begging for the native to continue. "Fuck me hard! Now!"


The third tourist decided he just wanted to fuck and he lay on his back
with his legs up in the air, inviting his opponent to take him. The native
man did not disappoint. He positioned himself and pressed his horse cock
against the man's pucker. The man pushed out and the native anaconda was
sucked into his obviously experienced fuck hole.


The only men still wrestling were Steve and his man. Steve had put up one
helluva fight, but he was getting really tired and hot. He stopped for a
moment and leaned over to catch his breath. His native opponent took the
chance to attack from behind and push Steve into the mud, face down. The
native landed on top and Steve had no option but to give in. The native
pulled Steve up from the hips and got his ass in the air. Then he brought
his monster cock to Steve's asshole and pressed. Steve knew how to handle a
big cock, he'd done it many times before. He relaxed and pressed out, the
muddy monster just slid in. The two men started fucking fast and hard. It
didn't take long for the native to shout and drive his cock deeper as he
filled Steve's guts with hot creamy cum, mixed with mud. Steve's cock
erupted and deposited his load of cum into the mud.


All the men had collapsed in the mud and were sprawled out in a tangle of
legs and arms and cocks. Miguel walked over and said, "Gentlemen, you have
completed the ancient mud fucking ritual that all native men go through
once a year." Then he laughed. "Now, all of you need to head for the
waterfall and get cleaned up."


The men all walked to the waterfall, laughing and talking about the fun
they'd just had. They jumped into the pool and swam to the waterfall, using
it as a gang shower. They helped each other get all the mud off, realizing
that nobody still had their loin cloth on. There was some groping, but
everyone was spent for the time being. When they were all clean, the
natives disappeared into the thick jungle and the tourists returned to
their cars with their guides.


"That was fantastic, Miguel," Steve said. "I'm sure that doesn't appear in
any travel guide magazine."


They both put their clothes back on and got in the car. Miguel started to
drive out of the jungle. "What do you want to do not, boss?"


"To be honest," Steve answered, "I need to return to the hotel, get some
food, and take a nap. I'm beat."


"Good idea, boss. We're on the way," Miguel said. "I have a plan for this
evening that I think you like."


"Really," Steve replied, "Tell me more."


"Only this," Miguel teased. "There will be drinking, dancing, and lots of
eager men. For now, though, you should rest. You will need your strength
later." Miguel smiled and they drove quietly back to the resort. Steve went
into his bungalow and collapsed on the bed. He dreamed of what the night
would bring. Hmmm.

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END CHAPTER EIGHT

Hope you enjoy this new storyline. It could be a very long, hot vacation
for Steve. I'm anxious to see what happens next and what pops up for
Steve. Let me know if you like the story. Thanks, Alan.

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