Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2012 16:43:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nicky Male <bi_nicky7 (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: "Night in the Caribbean"

What follows is a story of pure fiction. It involves sex between consenting
males and females and might hint at incest and/or sex with underage
partners, but you'll have to read it to find out. If any of that offends
you, or is illegal within the jurisdiction in which you reside, do not read
it, leave now, and further, why are you even on this site?

For the rest of you, I do hope you enjoy this story. Feedback, comments,
criticism, and encouragement to continue the story are all welcome. My
email is bi_nicky7 (at) yahoo dot com.

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My waiter for the evening was a very handsome young black man, of slim
build, maybe five-foot-nine, and he couldn't have been more than a hundred
and forty pounds. I say he was a young man; hell, he looked like he was
still a boy. I asked him how long he had worked at the hotel, and he said
it was his first season since finishing school. That would put him at
eighteen, maybe just seventeen. He looked all of fifteen.

He had very dark skin, and was perfectly smooth. Even his face gave nary a
hit of facial hair to hide or roughen his soft features. He was wearing a
loose white tank-top and white shorts, and every time he walked away from
me, I clearly saw the small white thong he wore underneath the thin cotton
shorts. His legs were slender and muscled, but not hard or harsh. More than
once, after depositing a drink at my isolated corner of the bar, he glanced
back and caught me admiring the view of him. Each time, he flashed a broad
smile at me -- perfect white teeth.

He told me his name was Louis -- pronounced "Louie," in the French manner.

I was quite a contrast to Louis. I was six-foot-three, a muscular 220
pounds, and was more of a bear, with a thick carpet of brown and silver
chest hair, lightly furry legs, and I was Caucasian. I had walked into the
bar after an evening swim, and was wearing only sandals, a small black
rio-style bikini, and a light gauze shirt, which I had left open. Hey, it
was the beach, after all.

It was getting close to midnight, and Louis told me his hours at the bar
were over, and that he would be back the next evening. I gave him a
generous tip -- more than a generous tip -- and he smiled broadly at me. I
looked up and down his beautiful body, and smiled back. Louis slowly rolled
the hundred dollar bill I had given him between his thumb and forefinger,
and seemed to look me over.

"Mr. H.," he said softly in his cute Caribbean accent, "there is a small
men's room at the end of the hallway outside the bar. I have to go there
to, um, to change clothes, and I will be there for ten minutes."

Louis winked at me, confirming the invitation.

I watched him go, aroused again by the view of his thong under his shorts,
and a couple of minutes after he left the small club, having finished my
last drink, I ambled casually through the dimly-lit bar to the hall. The
public areas of the resort were practically deserted, as it was a Monday
night, and now midnight. I found the men's room, and gently pressed the
lever downward to open the door.

I slipped into the small men's room and closed and locked the door behind
me. There was only a counter with two sinks, one urinal, and one
stall. Louis' shirt and shorts were already draped over the stall's
partition, and Louis stepped out of the stall into view.

He nearly took my breath away.

"Mr H., I'm glad you came. Do you like what you see?"

Slim and lithe body, skin the color of dark chocolate, and completely
smooth. He was a head-to-toe vision of loveliness, definitely male, yet
softly feminine. He was still wearing the little white thong, which I saw
now was a thin, sheer nylon, and bulging luridly as it tried in vain to
contain his swelling cock and large balls. Louis smiled at me as I stared
at his impressive package. He slowly turned around, showing off his
gorgeous black ass. The tiny thong showcased his hot, round butt nicely,
contrasting with his dark skin as it circled his hips, the narrow T-back
disappearing as it dove between his asscheeks.

"Louis, I love what I see!" I told him. "Do you know how fucking hard my
cock is for you?"

"Ooh, Mr H!" he cooed with approval.

I approached him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my stiff penis
into his crack. I reached down and slid one hand into his thong, groping
his cock and balls.

"Do you want me, Mr. H.?" Louis whispered.

"Yes, Louis," I breathed in his ear, "yes, I fucking want you."

He turned around, slipped my shirt off my shoulders, and carefully draped
it over the stall divider next to his own clothes. My little swimsuit came
off next, and it joined my shirt. Louis wrapped one hand around my hard
cock, stroking it slowly and gently with his long, slender, almost feminine
fingers. I took him in my arms, pulled him close, and planted my mouth over
his. Â His eyes closed, he opened his lips for me, and I pushed my tongue
inside. Our tongues danced and twirled together as we explored each
other. I sucked at his tongue eagerly, as though it were a small cock,
signaling my intentions. After a moment, our kiss ended, and I slowly made
my way down his youthful body, sucking and nibbling at his neck, his
nipples, then trailing my tongue down his delightfully smooth and lightly
rippled abs, and lingering for a moment to swirl around in his lovely belly
button. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face into his loins. I could
easily see
 Louis's dark skin through the thin nylon of his thong, and could make out
the curl of his penis down, around, and under his large balls.

I hooked my fingers over the narrow waistband of his thong, and gently
tugged it down, past his hips. Now freed, Louis's cock sprang toward my
face, and his loose, leathery scrotum dropped between his thighs. His cock
was slim, perfectly smooth, all of nine inches long, and capped with a
small, narrow head. His balls hung loosely six inches below the base of his
gorgeous penis. I slipped my hand over his still-swelling cock, opened my
mouth, and sucked him inside. His smooth, slender, firm penis slipped
easily into my mouth, across my tongue, and as I pressed my lips further
down his shaft, four inches of Louis's beautiful dick slid easily down my
throat. Louis held his hands on the back of my head, pushing my face into
his loins. My lips were wrapped around his root, and his balls rested just
below my chin, and I reveled in the warm feeling of his nine inches of hot
manhood in my mouth and throat.

"Oh, Mr. H.," Louis breathed, "I never imagined!"

I groaned appreciatively on his dick.

I backed off his prick and started sucking him earnestly and hungrily. I
stroked and sucked him, while groping and kneading his delicious ass with
my other hand. He moaned as he humped my face, and frequently I pushed my
mouth all the way down his dick, letting his prick slip down my throat,
again and again. I stayed there, still, urging Louis to fuck my throat, to
fuck my face, to use me for his sexual pleasure. Then I would go back to
actively blowing him, suckling my hot, young, black colt, longing for his
sweetly-salty man-milk, sucking him hungrily. I sucked Louis for only three
or four minutes, and as I caressed and massaged his balls, I felt his sac
tighten. As many young men do, he came quickly, easily, and
abundantly. Louis cried out softly, and his prick leapt and twitched in my
mouth as spurt after spurt of his sweet sperm flooded my mouth. I swallowed
his semen, then pressed my mouth all the way to the base of his cock,
sucking him into my
 throat, letting him shoot some of his hot seed straight into my waiting
belly. Wanting to taste more of him, I backed off his gorgeous black dick
again, savoring the remainder of his orgasm. His youthful virility was
delightful, and after three or four more big spurts of his sticky-slimy
semen, his ejaculations slowed to large surges, then slow oozes of tasty
seed. He kept cumming in my mouth for nearly a half a minute as I swallowed
his delicious jizz.

Finally spent, I let his cock slip from my mouth. I got up and again took
him in my arms and kissed him, letting both our tongues slither together in
what remained of his sperm in my mouth. As we stood there, lips locked
together, I lifted Louis easily, turned, and set him on the edge of the
counter between the two sinks. I lifted his legs up and onto my shoulders,
enjoying the easy flexibility of this lithe youth in my arms. Louis reached
for the pump bottle of hand lotion that was there at the lavatory, and he
squeezed several squirts of the cool, white lotion onto my rock-hard
cock. He closed his hand around me, smoothing the lotion up and down my
length, while I pumped four or five shots of the lotion onto my own
fingers, and worked the slippery lotion around and into his asshole. Louis
gasped as I pushed one, then two fingers into him, massaging the lotion
into his skin, loosening and relaxing his sphincter. He let out a surprised
"ooh!" and
 giggled, his bright white smile flashing at me, as I pushed the narrow
nozzle of the bottle up his ass, and gave it a good five or six pumps.

I set the bottle aside, and looked down at the contrast between our pricks
as I lined up my thick cock with his tight asshole. Louis's cock was still
hard -- ah, the stamina of youth -- and an inch longer than mine, and
gorgeously black. My cock was eight inches long, but much thicker. Louis
had no hair on his body, not even around his pubic region, while I had a
thick bush of curlies at the base of my cock. The counter provided the
perfect platform for us, as my dickhead was already nuzzling against his
rosebud. I looked into his eyes as I pushed into him.

Louis slowly closed his eyes as I pressed my prick against his asshole,
more and more urgently. He whimpered softly as his tight ring suddenly
yielded and two inches of my cock popped into him. I pushed further, and
quickly, sinking my dick balls-deep in his hot ass, gasping with lust and
pleasure as his slimy heat enveloped me. His sphincter hugged my thick
penis tightly, and his rectum caressed me with velvety warmth as I slipped
into his delicious hole. Louis was very tight, but pliable, easily taking
my whole length with one stroke, displaying again the virility and
flexibility of his youth. And his apparent experience. He leaned against
the mirror, bracing himself on the small counter, and I held his ankles on
my shoulders as I began to fuck him.

"Fuck me, Mr. H.," he implored, "fuck me like I'm your girl. I AM your
girl, Mr. H. Use my hole like a pussy. Use my pussy, Mr. H. I'm a girl for
your big, beautiful cock!"

"Yes, Louis," I grunted, "you're my girl. You're my girl whenever I want
you. I'm going to fuck your hot pussy just like I fuck a girl's pussy!"

His own cock stayed hard, even after cumming so recently, his firm, rigid
flesh pressed between our stomachs as I leaned forward to kiss him. Our
mouths met, our tongues intertwined again, sucking and slurping at each
other. I kept humping his ass as we kissed, with long, slow strokes,
pulling my dick almost out of him, then pushing into his hot guts until my
balls bounced against his cheeks.

I plowed Louis's ass on that men's room counter for a good five minutes, by
which time both of us were drenched with sweat as we fucked with wild
abandon. I had the experience and stamina maturity gives a man, being two
and a half times the age of this young man in my arms, and would not cum
quickly. Many times I've had my cock up a hot ass for a half hour before
orgasm, but this boy, gorgeous, virile, hungry, and so willing, was testing
my resolve.

Our bodies began to slip and slide together as we grunted and groaned in
animal male lust for each other. Louis leaned forward and slid his legs
down my sides until his knees were hooked over my forearms. He wrapped his
arms around my neck, and we backed away from the lavatory. He hung tightly
on me, embracing me, impaled on my prick as I held his weight on my
muscular arms. Together, we got into a rhythm, bouncing our bodies against
each other, slamming my big dick up his ass with a wet smack at each
stroke.

"Oh, Mr. H.," Louis whimpered, "have you ever fucked a girl like this? Or a
boy?"

"I've fucked many girls and boys, Louis, some like this," I told him, "but
I've never gotten my cock up a hotter or tighter pussy or ass than yours!"

"Thank you," he cried, his face buried in my chest hair, "please, fuck my
hot, tight pussy, Mr. H! Fuck my pussy with your big fucking cock!"

Louis rode my prick for another five minutes, whimpering and sobbing with
sexual ecstasy, as I pounded his tight black ass. His big prick was still
hard, sticking straight up between our bodies, and his bare balls tossed
and rolled between our loins as I fucked him. Finally he made me slow down,
then stop, and I just held him there, tightly, my dick buried in him, as he
held me. After a moment, Louis looked up at me and our mouths met yet
again, and I began to slowly fuck him again as our tongues danced
together. Another moment later, and our lips parted, and Louis made an
effort to dismount me.

I lifted him up, my prick slowly slipping from his ass, until it fell
free. Louis cooed softly as I slid out of him, and I set him gently back on
the counter. My rock-hard cock still pointed straight out, and Louis moaned
with further anticipation when he saw it. His beautiful penis was just as
hard as mine, jutting straight up, slender, smooth, and graceful, above his
lovely balls. He turned around, his cute ass facing me now, spread his legs
slightly, and leaning forward, braced himself on the vanity counter. I
looked at this gorgeous youth in the mirror, and he looked into the mirror
at me.

"Fuck me, Mr. H.! Fuck me hard, fuck me deep, and cum in my ass!"

I didn't need any further urging.

I stepped close behind him, bent my knees slightly to get under him, found
his hot hole with my dick, and stood, burying my prick in his ass yet
again, and almost lifting him off his feet.

"Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me! Breed me, Mr. H! Breed me like a stallion breeds
his mare! Breed me like you've bred so many other boys and girls!"

"Yes, Louis," I told him, "I'm going to breed you. I'm going to plant my
sweet male seed deep in your male womb. I'm going to shoot my sperm in your
hot, slimy guts."

I held his hips and fucked him in that little men's room. As I looked down,
the view of my thick white cock pistoning back and forth between his
gorgeous, round, black buttocks made my head swim. Louis looked beautifully
feminine from the back, with his slim legs, shapely hips, deliciously
curved ass, narrow waist, and perfect back. Only the reflection of him in
the mirror, with his long, smooth cock waving in the air as I fucked him,
his balls swinging between his thighs in rhythm with my thrusts in his hot
ass, made it obvious that I was making love to a handsome young man.

I reached around him and wrapped one hand around his cock, and gathered his
balls in my other. His prick had been oozing precum and the occasional
surge of semen when I would bottom out in him since we had started fucking,
and his cock and balls were wet and slick with the sweet juice. I stroked
his beautiful penis slowly at first, then quickened my pace, until I was
jacking him off and fucking him in the ass with the same furious rhythm.

"You are going to make me cum again, Mr. H." Louis gasped. "I'm going to
cum with your big fucking cock in my tight pussy!"

"Yes, Louis," I breathed, "I'm going to make you cum while my dick is
buried deep in your tight fucking male pussy!"

"Yes, Mr. H., do it! Please pump your sweet sperm into my hot male pussy!
How does your big cock feel, Mr. H.? Does it like my warm, tight, slimy
pussy?"

"Fuck, yes, it does, Louis! My big dick would love to stay in your
wonderful pussy all night!"

"Oh, Mr. H., I would love to spend the night with you, and make love with
you all night!"

"Good, then you'll stay with me tonight, in my bed, and you'll fall asleep
in my arms. But before we go up to my room, I'm going to breed your sweet
male pussy! Cunt? Do you like the word "cunt," Louis? -- I'm going to breed
your sweet male cunt right here in this men's room!"

"Yes, Mr. H.! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my hot male cunt! Breed my fucking cunt
with your big cock!"

I could feel Louis's balls tighten in my hand, and I knew his seed was
surging, and his orgasm was close. Just as mine was. I felt that familiar,
wonderful feeling as sexual electricity began spreading slowly and
inexorably from my balls up into my whole body. I kept stroking his long
prick in my tight fist, urging him on, hoping we could cum together.

"I am, I'm fucking your hot cunt, Louis, and I'm so close! I can feel my
sperm welling up from my full balls, ready to spurt into your warm, tight
cunt! How about you? Are you getting close? My big dick up your male cunt
makes you feel all warm and full inside, doesn't it? And the hot friction
of my cock sliding in and out of your hole makes you feel like the little
girl you wish you were!

"Yes, Mr. H., fuck my cunt!" he cried softly. "Fuck my cunt like you would
fuck a little girl's cunt!"

"Cum for me, Louis," I urged him, "cum for your big-dicked lover! Cum for
your Daddy!"

"Yessssss, Daddy...," Louis whimpered, and he suddenly went limp in my
arms.

I slammed my dick into him hard, and balls-deep, lifting him off his
feet. Except for his hands on the counter, and my hands firmly holding his
cock and balls, Louis was almost suspended in midair, impaled on my big
dick. Time seemed to stand still for us, both at the precipice of orgasmic
bliss, when suddenly Louis gasped, his lovely cock leapt in my hand, and
the first thick jet of snow-white sperm shot out of his black penis, arcing
three feet in the air, and painting a white stripe down the mirror in front
of us. At the same time, his hot, snug asshole tightened on my penis, and
my balls erupted, and spurt after spurt after spurt surged out of my hard
dick into his hot, silky mancunt. Louis's tight asshole clamped and relaxed
quickly and rhythmically on my dick with his orgasm, as he shot three,
four, five, six more stripes across the mirror. My own ejaculations came so
hard and fast and full that my prick ached as I poured my seed deep into
him.
 Louis's spurts slowed to big oozes which rolled out of his cock and onto
my hands. After pumping my load up his ass, my own orgasmic intensity
slowed, and I relaxed, letting Louis's feet to the floor, and I resumed
slowly easing my cock back and forth in his hot, semen-filled rectum. I
kept stroking his cock, using his semen as lubricant, and milked more cum
out of him. I massaged and kneaded his snug, leathery nut sack with my now
sperm-covered other hand. Each time my hand rolled over his black cockhead,
he shuddered with an orgasmic aftershock, and his asshole again constricted
around my penis, hugging me tightly, as though his hot male cunt was trying
to suck more sperm out of my aching dick.

"Louis," I said finally, letting his hard, sticky penis slip from my hand,
"you are amazing! You are a hot, sexy, beautiful boy!"

He smiled at me in the mirror, and I laughed as I counted six white stripes
of sperm running down the mirror, onto the counter between the two
sinks. Four more stripes of Louis's sperm lay across the countertop,
varying in length as the intensity of his spurts waned as he came. I kissed
him on the neck and nibbled on his earlobe.

"And you are a handsome, virile, wonderful lover, Mr. H.," he told me. "And
tonight, I can't wait to find out what it's like to sleep with you, your
naked body so close, and to wake up in your arms, and make love to you in
the morning."

"Nor can I, Louis."

I lifted Louis off my cock slowly, enjoying the sensation as his tight
rectum caressed my dick one last time, and I slipped him off me. He gave a
soft "ooh" as my flared cockhead popped free from his snug asshole, and I
set him down gently.

"Mr. H., I have to clean up, and I need to go home for just a bit, but I'll
be back, I promise."

"As long as you promise, Louis," I told him. "I don't want to sleep alone
tonight."

"You won't sleep alone, Mr. H. Just let me know your room number, and I'll
knock when I get back."

He watched me as I walked to the stall, my still half-hard prick swinging
and swaying in front of me. I retrieved my swimsuit and shirt, and pulled
my keycard from my shirt pocket.

"I'll do better than that," I said as I handed him my keycard. "Room
422. You don't have to knock."

"But Mr. H., how will you get into your room?" Louis asked.

He still stood there, beautifully naked, his cock, balls, and thighs
splotched and glistening with his sweet sperm, as I pulled on my tiny black
swimsuit.

"I'll just get another from the front desk. Don't worry."

He giggled as I stuffed my cock and balls into the little rio suit.

"How do you fit all that in there?" he laughed.

"Louis, I might well ask you the same question!" I laughed right back at
him as I tossed him his little white thong.

He laughed again as he stepped into the tiny thong. I pulled on my shirt as
I watched him tuck his lovely prick and hanging balls into the little
thing. I took him in my arms once more, and kissed him deeply.

"Don't be too late, my beautiful boy," I told him.

"I won't Mr. H., I promise."

I ducked out of the little men's room, and made my way to the registration
desk. I asked the cute young lady there for another keycard.

"Sir, did you lose it? Do you need me to invalidate it?"

"No, please don't. No need. I just absent-mindedly walked out of my room
this afternoon and left it on my nightstand."

"Very well, sir. If you'll just sign this for me, so I can verify your
signature on your check-in card."

I did as she asked, and moments later, my room door responded with a soft
beep and click as I slid my new keycard through the slot. I stepped inside,
turned on the lamp, and -- no surprise -- found no keycard on my
nightstand. I turned on the shower, peeled off my scant clothing, and
stepped into the large stall. After a thorough shower, I washed my swimsuit
in the sink, and draped it over the shower stall door. I walked around my
room, naked, putting things away before going to bed. I opened the balcony
door and propped it open, to enjoy the Caribbean air and the sound of the
surf. A half moon was just rising above the horizon, a glowing ship adrift
in a beautiful sea.

I climbed onto the bed, still naked, enjoying the warm air, and lay down on
top of the sheets. An hour went by, and I didn't realize I had fallen
asleep, but movement on my bed stirred me awake. A warm body was now laying
next to me.

"I promised, Mr. H.," Louis whispered as he softly stroked my already-hard
cock.

"Yes, you did," I whispered back, taking him in my arms.

We kissed as the pale moonlight poured across our bodies and spilled onto
the bed, and I became aware that another warm body was now crawling onto
the bed on my other side.

"I hope you don't mind, Mr. H.," Louis said quietly, "but I brought my
sister."

"Oh, my," I said, as I took this other lithe, naked body into my arms with
Louis, "no, no, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm very pleased!"

"I'm glad, Mr. H., I'm so glad!" Louis said gratefully. "Mr. H., this is
Mireille, my sister. My little sister."

"I'm not that little!" Mireille retorted. "I'm nearly fourteen!"

Her beautiful, bright eyes and bright smile shone in the near darkness. I
felt her small breasts -- her nipples already hard -- against my chest as
she lay on me, and her light, slender thigh lay across my loins.

"Good evening, Mr. H.," Mireille said softly in the dim moonlight, as her
slim fingers joined her brother's, curling around my big dick. "Louis has
already told me many marvelous things about you! I do hope you enjoy
bedding a young woman as much as you enjoy bedding a young man," she added
in her very proper -- and decidedly arousing -- French Caribbean accent.

I pulled them close to me, clutching both of them, a wonderfully curvy ass
in each of my strong hands. Mireille was as slim and lithe of build as her
older brother, yet with the softer form of a budding young woman. I was not
surprised at all to find them both naked, nor was I surprised to find
Mireille as completely devoid of any hint of body hair as her brother; I
was quite pleased, and very aroused, at both discoveries.

"Has he now?" I laughed softly. "Well, it's wonderful to meet you,
Mireille, and yes, I love a young woman in my bed as much as a young man! I
could tell you many marvelous things about your brother, and I'm sure I'll
discover may marvelous things about you, as well!"

I sat up on the bed and held these two beautiful youths in my arms for a
moment. Our mouths met, and we three shared a single kiss, our tongues
excitedly probing each other without regard to gender or relation.

And we began to explore each others' bodies in the soft silver light.

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I've thought about a second and third chapter. Please email me if you'd
like the story of Mr. H., Louis, and Mireille to continue. Thanks.