Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 05:30:10 -0800 From: SEAN HAMILTON <sean152@hotmail.com> Subject: Island of Dreams Chapter 1 Bisexual/Adult/Youth/Incest (m/m/f, m/m, f/f, m/mf, oral, anal, ped) The following fictional story is the property of the undersigned and no person should attempt to copy the content without the writers express permission. Perhaps if you are under 18 years of age you may not wish to read the following in which case leave the story alone. ISLAND OF DREAMS CHAPTER 1 I'm 36 years old and the president and chief executive officer for a global entertainment and media company. I didn't get to be the CEO through hard work, winning a reality TV show or by being good; instead I landed in the corner office when both my parents were killed in a plane accident. I was 18 when it happened. I was a freshman at Harvard when I was pulled from a European Literature Class and told the sad news by the University President (Both my parents were alumni and generous donors). Following the funeral and weeks of grieving I returned to Cambridge to finish my degree. Out of respect for their memory and out of genuine desire to make a life for myself I took my Harvard degree and began to learn the business. I spent 10-years learning every aspect of the companies diverse business. I lived in Europe, Asia, South America, California, Chicago, and New York. All told I moved 8 times in 10-years before taking the helm. Our corporate headquarters in Los Angles and it is there that assumed my CEO responsibilities. 3-years on the job, however, left me empty inside: Endless meetings, negotiations, press conferences, and the whole thing. I had lots of money, women, and luxury (e.g. Private Jets, vacation homes, Presidential Suites, etc.) but I wasn't happy. One day, while sitting in a 3-hour meeting on our plans to acquire a series of Asian TV Stations, I collapsed. I was rushed to the UCLA Medical Center. Diagnosis: Exhaustion, stress, low blood sugar, anemia, etc. Nothing serious but I was in bad shape physically and emotionally. A rower and lacrosse player at Harvard I'd let myself slip. I gained weight and wasn't eating right. An out of shape, over weight white guy. Following the incident at work, I decided to take some time off. I was secure financially and I knew that I was headed for a heart attack or stroke if I didn't loose weight and get in shape. I took a few days off and went to my ski house in Vail. There I decided that I would take a sabbatical, get in shape and get healthy. For the next 6-months in Vail I went to the gym everyday. I lost 30-lbs and got healthy and back into shape. I went from 6'2", 235 lbs to 200 lbs. 23% body fat to 8.5% body fat. I didn't look at email or think about the company. I turned my mushy 36-YO body into a thing of beauty (Six-pack abs, bulging biceps, no cellulite, no double chin, firm buttocks, etc.). As I began my 'recovery' my sex drive awakened along with my health. I began to masturbate frequently and took advantage of my wealth and time off to indulge in sexual exploration. Although I dated beautiful women in some of the most exotic locales on earth, my sexual activity was conventional. No romantic relationships. My exploration included a few dalliances with escorts, lots of porn and the Internet. As I experimented, I discovered myself aroused by gay and bisexual porn. I joined several bi and gay websites and began to jerk off to images of gay/bisexual sex. I even called gay phone sex lines. I did nothing to act upon this newly found sexual curiosity but I was beginning to think of ways I could discreetly and privately indulge my growing list of gay/bi fantasies. When I started working out I set a goal for myself. If I lost the weight and got in shape, I would reward myself to a trip to my favorite place in the world, the island of Hierro in the Canary Islands. In the 70's my parents built their dream home on a secluded cay. The grounds cover 5 acres and include a 10-bedroom main house, 2 pools, and 2 guesthouses. The Estate has 6 tennis courts, a private secluded beach, and a long boat dock. In all, the crown jewel of our real estate holdings. Called "Casa De Manana" (House of Tomorrow in Spanish) the estate was magnificent and drew me to her like a moth to a flame. I arrived to the island on one of the private jets. As I was clearing customs, I noticed another equally lavish private jet on the taxiway. A German flag emblazoned on the tail, I wondered whose jet it was and then remembered that German family had an estate next to ours. I wanted total privacy and hoped that neighbors wouldn't get in the way. I gave the staff a 2-week paid vacation. I wanted to be alone as I planned to spend my 2-weeks laying out by the pool naked, masturbating whenever I felt like it, watching my extensive porn collection and picking up a few young women and fucking their brains out. My second night on the island I went into town to a local pub. Popular with locals and tourists alike. I met a young Lufthansa flight attendant and we fucked all night. That morning I sent her off with a bracelet and a sore pussy. After she left I went to the pool, naked, and fell asleep under the morning sun. When I awoke, my cock was hard as a rock so I naturally began to jerk off. Within a few minutes, I came all over myself. Just then I heard a noise in the brush behind me. I bolted upright and looked around. No one was there. I heard, however, the sounds of someone moving in the brush. Who was spying on me? I was less embarrassed by being caught masturbating than I was alarmed that my estates security system had not protected me. I was pissed off and scared. I quickly put on a pair of shorts and shoes and took off along a trial leading off the pool and guesthouse complex. Within moments I was upon my intruder. Moving cross-country the intruder wasn't able to make as good time as I was. I dove and tackled the intruder knocking him to the ground. When we both stood up I was shocked to find the intruder was young boy. He looked like he was 12 or 13-years old: Blond hair, thin body, wearing baggy shorts and beach shoes. He was deeply tanned and very handsome. Crying, he spoke quickly in unaccented, high class, German. I spoke fluent German and my brain switched gears quickly. IN GERMAN: "Calm down young man, what are you doing on my estate?" "Sir, I was exploring. I didn't think anyone lived here. I haven't seen anyone all summer. I'm very sorry." He said sobbing. "It's OK young man, what is your name, where do you live?" "My name is Peter, Peter Wolfsburg." "Dan Wills" I said. "How did you get in here?" I asked. "There is a washout under the fence where your estate meets mine." He said now more relaxed and calm. "I'll have to get that fixed," I said. "Your Estate?" I asked. "Yes Sir, my Mother's family owns it. I'm from Berlin and London." He said. "Oh my gosh, are you a Wolfsburg?" I asked. The Wolfsburg's had the adjacent estate. They were a German family of great wealth and power. They were old money and didn't seem to work. Over the years I'd only seen them occasionally. I hadn't seen any of them in years. My trips to the island were infrequent over the past decade. "Well, well, we have been neighbors for over 30-years. I don't think your Mom & Dad would approve of your trespassing." I said sternly. His gaze dropped to the dirt trail and he said, "I'm very sorry sir, I didn't mean to trespass." I've never seen anyone here but the staff and they aren't here on the weekends." Peter said in flawless, English. At this point the fact that this young man had only a few minutes prior seen me jerking off my 10-inch cock filled me with an unexpected combination of embarrassment and sexual excitement. "Well I guess it's OK. Please, call me "Dan." I said. "Thank you sir. Your estate is magnificent." Frank said in a formal, British way. "I'd love to meet your family." I said happily. "I haven't seen them in many years. Peter's head dropped down. He said that his father died a year ago from cancer. He and his mother had come to the island for a much-needed holiday to from his father's long illness, the funeral, and the enviable events that follow. As I listened to his story I was struck by how similar his circumstances where to my own and how articulate and mature this young man was. I was also able to admire him for the first time in detail. He stood 5'9" and had a fit soccer player's body. Defined abs, strong legs, slender arms with good definition. He was wearing loose fitting shorts so I was unable to get a sense of his package. I guessed he was 12 to 13 years old. "How old are you Peter," I asked. "I'm 14 sir, I'll be 15 next month. I'm sure my Mom would like to see you again. Do we have to tell her I was here?" "Not at all. We'll keep this our secret. Besides I wouldn't want her to know what you caught me doing I said with a smile. Would you like to come back to the house for a cold drink? I'm dying of thirst and need to put some clothes on." He smiled at the mention of seeing me masturbate. He glanced down at my crotch. I wondered if he was sexually interested in me? I found myself thinking about doing something with him. Oh my god! He's 12 years old! I felt guilty and aroused at the same time. I was naked from the waist up and the small pair of shorts I was wearing had no support in them. Limp my cock is 6" and was clearly visible in the thin cotton material. Anyone who looked could see the out line of my cock. The well-defined head of my cock was especially noticeable. I wanted to get back to the house in case I grew erect in front of this young boy. "Sure. I don't need to home for hours and my Mom is, um, busy right now anyway." He said awkwardly. I was curious about what he meant by "busy" but I brushed the thought from my mind. His Mom, Helena, was if I remember, very attractive with a great body. I hoped that the years had been good to her. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I asked. "Yes sir. I have an older sister, Annabelle she's 15. She is in England at school." "Let's go," I said. We walked back to the main house and into the kitchen were I got us both a bottle of water. As I drank from my bottle I noticed him looking at my crotch again. His mouth was slightly agape and he was staring. "Are you looking at my cock?" I asked. I couldn't believe what I was saying! "No sir, I mean, yes sir, well it's just I don't know." He said nervously. I looked down and saw a slight bulge in his shorts too. I felt myself becoming aroused but managed to keep my cock in control through sheer will power. I didn't want my monster erection to scare him off or take things too fast. "It's OK Peter. You've seen me naked in a very intimate way. The least you could do is call me Dan," I said smiling. "Yes Sir, I mean yes Dan." He said smiling. "It's just I've never seen a penis like yours before." "Do you mean the size of mine?" I asked proudly. "That too but you don't have skin on it" He said. "Oh! You've never seen a circumcised penis." I said finally understanding. "Being from Europe I'll be you are uncircumcised?" I asked. "No sir. I've seen other penises, but yours is very different." "Would like a better look?" I have to warn you, I'm going to be erect. Is that OK?" I said as calmly as I could manage. "Are you gay?" He asked. "I don't think so. Let's just say that I find you very sexy and my dick is hard. It gets hard all the time. Does yours?" I asked. "Yes, mine gets hard all the time. I can't control it. I would like to see your penis very much." He said politely. His erection was clearly evident in his baggy trunks. I slipped my finders into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. My huge cock was now fully exposed to young Peter who stared at it openly. "Well, what do you think?" I asked as my fully erect 10-inch cock pulsed wickedly. I was totally naked. "It's huge." Peter said as he gazed at my erection. "It's the biggest penis I've ever seen." "Could I see yours? It's only fair. You've seen me." I said in a reasonable tone. "Um. OK." With that Peter pulled off his baggy swim trunks. His uncircumcised penis bobbed into view. I figured it was at least 6 inches maybe more. It was hard as a rock and pulsed with Peter's heartbeat. Kicking off his shoes, Peter stood before me naked and erect. "That's a very nice cock Peter. You are big for your age. How big is it?" I asked. "15 centimeters, I'm the biggest boy in my class." Peter said proudly. " How big is yours?" I did the conversion in my head and I'd guessed right at 6 inches. "Mine is just over 10 inches or about 25 centimeters. Do you compare your cock with other boys at school? I asked. "Well not all the boys. I have two friends. We do stuff together." Peter said shyly. I wanted to peruse that line of questioning but felt we should get something out of the way first. I was more aroused than I can I ever remember being. My cock felt like it was on fire and harder than I'd ever known it to be. "I don't know about you but I need to cum," I said and began to stroke my cock. "Do you masturbate?" I asked. "Every chance I get" Peter replied. He too began to stroke his cock as we watched each other. Within seconds cum began to fly from my cock. The distance and volume were unlike any orgasm I'd had before. In fact some of my cum hit Peter in the leg and feet and were standing over 2 feet apart! Within seconds, Peter came too. His was less in volume and distance but seemed equally intense. "WOW! That was the best wank I've had in a long time!" Peter said breathlessly. "Me too, I thought I'd pass out!" I said. Neither of our cocks deflated and we walked into my den and sat next to each other on the couch. "So tell me, what do you and your school mates do together?" I asked as casually as I could. I didn't want to scare him off or embarrass him. I was still aroused and wanted to see how far I could take our budding relationship. "We well do some stuff. We wank off in front of each other and some times we touch each other." Peter said not making eye contact with me. "Just guy stuff, we aren't gay," he said earnestly. "That's OK by me. I have always wanted to fool around with a guy." I said reassuringly. I think it's very normal to do that. I've never had anyone to do it with." I said honestly. "I've thought about it a lot lately. Thank you for your sharing that with me." "Your welcome. I like you very much Dan. I hope we can do that again." Peter said making eye contact with me then deliberately dropping his gaze to my fully erect cock. "Me too. I'm older than you but I feel like I could learn a lot. Do you and your friends do anything else with each other? It's OK to be honest with me. I've very curious." I said as sincerely as I could manage. My cock was not only fully erect again but I felt horny despite the fact that I'd already cum twice in the past hour. "Well we suck each other's cocks and we are talking about buggering each other. I'm game for it but Willy and Jack aren't so sure. They think that would make us gay. Will it?" Peter asked. "I don't think that doing that makes someone gay. I really don't know. I think it's incredible that you boys are so advanced." Have you had sex with any girls?" I asked. "Um. Well it's sort of private. Yes I have. Lots of times. Anyway, I like it with both boys and girls. I guess I'm really perverted eh?" Peter said in a low tone. "Not at all. You are a sexual person. Open minded and experimental. Nothing wrong with that! I wish I were as successful with girls when I was your age. When I was 14 I couldn't get up the nerve to talk to a girl let alone date and get one into bed. I couldn't even cum when I was 14. Who is your girl friend?" I asked. "Well. um, it's sort of personal. I really haven't been with a girl my own age before. The women are much older than me. I'm not supposed to talk about it." Peter said in a tone that made me want to know more. "Peter, we just masturbated in front of each other and unless I'm mistaken we are going to do more than that in a minute. From the looks of your erection you want to do stuff with me too. Please feel free to share with me anything you want. I won't keep secrets from you. I wish I had some to share but you're looking at a pretty boring dude." I said as casually as I could manage. My cock was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. I was absent-mindedly stroking my cock as we talked. Peter too was stroking his straining erection. "Well it's something I'm not supposed to talk about, my Mom would be quite upset, but my family practices incest. I used to have sex with my Dad and I sleep with my Mom and older sister all the time. My family is from Germany and our family has practiced this tradition since the 1800's. My cousins, aunts, uncles, we all do it. We also practice nudism. I'm sure you hate me know, please don't tell anyone!" Peter said as he hung his head. Despite the seriousness of his admission, I couldn't help myself and began to cum all over myself. Cum leapt out of my cock covering my hands, stomach, and chest. "I'm so sorry Peter, I didn't mean to do that. I just couldn't help it. I think it's so erotic that you do that." I said panting in post orgasm. I wiped my cum covered hands onto the sofa without regard to the fine cloth. Peter looked at me wide eyed, his erection returned. "That's OK Dan, I can't believe I've met a guy who is so understanding! You are the greatest!" With that he impulsively leaned over to hug me. He pulled away covered with my fresh cum. "Sorry buddy I didn't mean to make a mess!" I said. "That's OK Dan, you sure cum a lot. I hope I cam make that much cum when I'm older." I'm so glad you are OK with my family. I've never told this to anyone. Not even my mates at school." "I'm flattered you shared that secret with me. I promise to keep it to myself. No one will ever know. Can I help you cum?" I said looking down at his rock hard cock. "If you want to, sure," Peter said shyly his hand pushing his cock out towards me. Slowly I leaned over. At first I began to jerk him off. His cock was rock hard and warm in my hand. If felt great! His hips began to buck as I masturbated him. Then I grew bolder and decided to push the limits. Leaning forward I took his cock into my mouth. Slowly licking the head and shaft and began to suck in earnest. "My god, Dan that feels to so good!" Peter said. I took his cock from my mouth and looked up at him. A look of pure joy covered his face. I could tell from his bucking hips and rapid breathing that he'd cum soon. I was determined to finish the job and consummate my early afternoon conversion to bisexuality. I returned to sucking cock and within moments he began to shoot his 14-year old load down my throat. His cum was hot and salty. Neither pleasant nor unpleasant. I found, as most women do, that the act of swallowing cum is not about the taste of cum but rather the pleasure given to the male. "WOW! That was great! You really suck cock well." "Thank you very much!" Peter said excitedly and I released his softening cock from my mouth Licking my lips I sat back on the couch. I didn't have the opportunity for deep introspection at that point. My lust filled mind was reeling from the sexual intensity of the past hour and a half. My god, 90-minutes ago I was straight male jerking off by pool now I had sucked a 14-year old boys cock and had eaten his hot cum. Time flies! "Dan, it's getting late. I better get back home. Can I come over again?" Peter said pulling up his trunks and stepping into his shoes. "Of course you can Peter. Any time. I'm here for the season and have no plans." I said as I wrote my cell phone number and the number to house on a nearby pad. "Please call fist so I can let you in through the gate." "Oh I will. Thank you again." Peter said. Pulling on my shorts I walked him to the path that lead back to his estate. For an awkward moment I stood there looking out over the ocean. "I'd like to give you a hug, is that OK?" I asked. Peter walked toward me and we hugged. Peter lifted his up and we engaged in deep tongue kiss. Peter pulled away and ran down the path. "See you soon!" he yelled. I stood there a moment, my cock at half-mast. The rest of the day I busied myself reviewing the hundreds of emails that had piled up and participating in a conference call with my board of directors assuring them that I would return to work soon and the business was in capable hands in the meantime. I guess you could say I used my work as a way of avoiding thinking about what had happened that morning with Peter. About 4 PM I was in my gym pumping weights when the phone rang. "Hello?" I answered cautiously. Few people knew the phone number to the main house. "Dan, this is Helena Wolfsburg, Peter's mother, do you have a moment?" a feminine voice said. Her accent was high class English. I grew immediately defensive worried that my tryst with her underage son might be the reason for her call. I began to sweat profusely and my heart rate quickened. "Helena, I remember you. I'm great, how are you?" "I'm fine Dan, Peter told me that you two met today. You made quite an impression on him. I wanted to call and tell you how much I appreciate you showing him around your estate and paying attention to him. As he told you my husband Paul passed away last year from cancer and Peter's been lacking male companionship. I'm glad an old family friend could take time for him. I hope he didn't waste your time or put you to any inconvenience." Still feeling both guilty and weary I said, "Not at all Helena. I enjoyed his company very much. Peter is fine young man, polite, well spoken. He's welcome at Casa Manana anytime. I'm so sorry to hear about your loss." I said consolingly. "Thank you Dan, it's been hard but he doesn't suffer any more. Let's talk about happier subjects. How are your parents?" "I'm afraid my folks were killed while I was in college. They were killed in a private plane crash. I was 18 at the time." I said slowly. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry Dan. I had no idea! Are you there all alone then?" She asked nicely. "Yes, I'm afraid so. There isn't anyone special in my life. I had a health scare 6-months ago and I'm taking time from running the companies to get in shape in get healthy. Life is too short." "Look I know it's short notice but why don't you come over for dinner tonight. I know Peter would love it. He's talked of you non-stop all afternoon. I'd love to meet you again. Say 6 PM?" "I have no plans." "Great it's a date. We dress casually. See you then." "See you. Goodbye." END CHAPTER 1 This is my very first story. Comments and suggestions appreciated. Thank you.