Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:28:59 -0400
From: zak556@aol.com
Subject: A Taste of Paradise

The walls had begun to close in on Philip Reynolds. His wife, his
profession, his employees, life in general had left him empty, his life
meaningless. In his mid-fifties, he'd bypassed his mid-life crisis and was
quickly disappearing into old age. A loveless, sexless marriage and his
profession had become far more of a burden than a creative challenge. He'd
hurdled the hurdles, tackled the obstacles and accomplished most of his
professional goals.

He'd noticed an ad in a local magazine for an island get-away and somehow
knew it was the answer.  He needed the escape, he needed it now, and not a
family vacation with his wife pushing an over-packed agenda in his face
every morning. He needed some time to recharge, to search for the man he'd
been many years ago, to remember who Philip was, to reconnect.

He picked up the phone and took the first step.

It was a few days later that he let his wife in on his plans, the plans
that did not include her or business associates or anyone else. She cried a
little, protested a lot, but to no avail. His mind was made up and once she
gave in, the final arrangements were confirmed.

On Friday morning at seven, his wife dropped him off at the airport. With a
kiss and a private hope that it would indeed make him a better man and
husband, she said goodbye.

After a six-hour flight to the island mainland, and an hour boat tr ip to
the private secluded resort, he was tired, frustrated and skeptical at the
potential success of his venture.

There were only three other homes on the island other than the one he was
renting. Philip's was a rustic bungalow with one bedroom, dining/living
combination and a large screened porch overlooking the water. The whole
structure was buried in lush, green palms and trees that made it almost
invisible from the ocean. Right off the deck was an endless vista of pure
white sand and rolling waves.  `Wonderful,' was his first impression. There
was no communication of any kind, no telephone, no internet hook-up, no
television, absolute isolation -- perfect.

Once unpacked, he changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and strolled down
to the beach with a bottle of wine, no glass, just bottle in hand. He
spread a blanket on the sand, laid back and took his first pure breath of
tranquility. He must have faded off to sleep, when he woke, the sun was
setting over the water. The golden light burned bright red and orange and
spread across the horizon like molten lead. A strange and long-lost peace
began to invade his body as he mellowed into his surroundings.

As the sun melted into the distant ocean and Philip's wine bottle bottomed
out, he felt a need to sleep; his first sleep in this incredible paradise.
He wandered back inside, stripped naked and sunk into the deep overstuffed
bed. How wonderful it felt to la y with nothing on between the cool sheets.
His wife didn't like sleeping naked and he didn't feel comfortable anymore
being naked around her. He listened to the soft ocean breeze and rustling
sounds of the palms and floated off into the night.

He woke the next morning newly refreshed and slipped on a pair of shorts,
no underwear necessary he thought-- ready for nature. He fixed himself an
egg with a glass of orange juice and his morning coffee and went out on the
deck.

As he sat sipping his coffee and eating his egg, his mind wandered to
thoughts of work and the wife he'd left behind. He felt a dark cloud
hovering over him as he began to feel a bit guilty for taking this time for
himself. He knew his wife would have loved this incredible, tranquil
setting.

"Hey there," a soft voice said breaking his thoughts, dissipating the
cloud.

When he looked up, his mouth nearly dropped open. Before him on the steps
of his deck stood the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen. Philip was as
straight as they come, he'd never thought about the looks of a guy. But
there was no mistaking the intrinsic beauty of the male standing before
him. His hair glistened in the morning sun, shades of golden wheat. His
eyes were a pale bluegreen like the ocean behind him and full deeper brown
lips curled at the corners exposing a hint of brilliant white teeth and an
open, inviting smile. His face looked almost sculpted with angular
features, a chiseled chin and a square classically beautiful nose. His
tanned body shined with oiled magnificence. The boy's chest, his rippled
stomach, most of his body was totally hairless except for a few wisps of
blond curls to peeked out of the top of his bathing suit. He wore the
smallest, thinnest lime green suit or possibly underwear Philip had ever
seen. A thin pouch in front left little for the imagination of what was
barely held inside.

Philip stuttered and finally, replied, "Hey."

"My name's Sean," the boy continued.

He was probably mid-twenties as far as Philip could surmise. "Philip," he
replied. "Didn't expect to see anyone around here."

The boy just stared back.

"Coffee," Philip asked, not sure why.

"Juice," Sean suggested.

Philip got him a tall glass of pineapple juice and when he returned, the
boy was seated on the deck railing. Philip noticed that nothing of the
skimpy bathing suit covered the boys butt. Just a thin line of material ran
down the crack of his ass from a minute triangle of fabric. His ass cheeks
were as tanned and dark as the rest of his incredible body.

Philip handed him the glass of juice but couldn't take his eyes off the
boy. His mind swirled wit h confusion. His near nakedness made Philip
uncomfortable and nervous.

"Where you staying," Philip asked, trying to get focused.

"Down a ways," Sean replied. Even his voice seemed soft and soothing as
Philip watched his lips move. "How about joining me for a little exploring,
or maybe a swim?"

Philip agreed before he had a chance to think about it. He slipped on a
pair of sandals, grabbed a towel, suntan lotion, and off they went down the
beach. They'd walked for some time when they found a picture-perfect
lagoon, quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

"This is a perfect place for a swim," Sean announced. "You ready?"

"Guess so," Philip replied.

Sean quickly dove into the water with Philip close behind watching his
naked asscheeks break the surface of the water. They swam out a ways and
treading water, Sean waited for Philip to catch up.  "Beautiful, isn't it,"
he commented.

"It sure is," Philip sighed.

"Don't jump," Sean announced as a pale gray dolphin surfaced the water
right around them. "I've seen him before, very friendly. I think this is
his place."

"My God," Philip commented. "This is incredible."

The dolphin nosed his way around them, poking at them lightly from time to
time. He kept nudging Philip toward Sean. Philip kept backing away and the
dolphin kept pushing him forward. He kept it up till Philip was bumping
into the boy. Sean laughed and didn't move as the playful dolphin kept
pushing Philip's body against his.

One time as the dolphin pushed him into Sean, Philip felt something hard
against his leg, he felt it again, and then realized it was Sean's penis
and it was apparently erect. He looked down and saw the thin material of
Sean's suit stretched outward with his erection. Philip kept trying to back
away, but the insistent mammal kept pushing them together.

"He must think we're a couple," Sean laughed. "Dolphin's mate for life you
know."

"I didn't know that," Philip responded as he kept glancing down at Sean's
aroused state. What Philip couldn't understand was why his penis seemed to
be responding too. It was another guy after all. He tried to avert his
stare, tried to think of just the dolphin playing around them, but he kept
getting harder and then he noticed that Sean noticed too.

Sean smiled as he looked down through the clear blue water at Philip's
tented shorts. "Me too," he laughed.

"I know," Philip said, "strange."

"It's only natural," Sea n went on. "The sun, the water and a horny
dolphin, kinda has that affect on you."

Philip laughed.

They swam back toward the beach and as they exited the water, Philip's
erection had subsided.  Sean's had not. Sean slid his suit off and sat down
in the warm sand. He lay back and stared up at the azure blue sky totally
comfortable exposing himself to the world, erection and all. Philip slowly
spread his towel watching the full magnificence of the boy's body. There
were no tan lines anywhere. His penis, his testicles, between his legs, he
was tanned a golden brown all over.

"Should have brought you a towel," Philip said as he started rubbing the
suntan lotion over his legs and chest.

"I'm practically dry already," Sean commented. "Want me to do your back?"

"Sure," Philip reluctantly agreed, handing Sean the bottle of lotion. He
noted that Sean's condition had returned to normal which made him a little
more comfortable except for the naked thing. He'd seen a few guys naked in
his time, took a quick notice of comparable sizes, etc., but he'd never
seen a male's equipment so incredibly perfect and never a tanned cock.

Sean got on his knees behind Philip and squirting some of the lotion in his
hands, began working it into his shoulders and down his back. His soft
smoot h hands moved slowly, in a fluid circular motion over Philip, down to
his waist, slowly, making sure to fully cover his skin with the oil. He
worked some on the sides of Philip's arms and down to his wrists. He did
Philip's ears and neck and then asked him to get up on his knees.

"Why?" Philip quickly asked, obviously nervous.

"So I can get your waist good, need to lower your shorts a little."

"I think I'm fine now," Philip stuttered.

"Come on," Sean urged, "don't be shy."

Philip raised up on his knees and Sean reached around and undid the clasp
of Philip's shorts.  Philip didn't move, didn't say a word. Sean pushed the
shorts down a little, just past Philip's hips. He then worked the lotion on
the mounds of ass peeking over the edge of the shorts.

"Why don't you get rid of these all together," Sean asked. "Get a start on
a nice tan on your butt as well."

"I don't think so," Philip insisted.

"Come on," Sean argued. "I'm naked and it's beautiful this way out in the
open. How often do you get a chance to run around in the fresh air with
nothing on at all? I promise not to peek."

Philip thought for a mom ent, the idea did excite him. So, he stood, let
his shorts drop and kicked them aside. His white, furry butt glistened the
bright morning sun. Sean finished working the lotion on his ass cheeks and
down his legs. As he worked his way down, his fingers slipped between
Philip's legs and lightly brushed across his hairy balls. Philip jumped and
tightened his legs together.

"You'd better do your front," Sean suggested handing Philip the lotion.

Philip finished covering his cock and balls and abdomen with lotion and lay
back down on the towel. Sean lay next to him.

As they laid in the warm sun and the cool ocean breeze, the morning seemed
to fade away. Philip heard the low and deep breathing and realized Sean had
fallen asleep. He turned sideways and propping himself up on his elbow, he
studied the boy that had shown up out of nowhere and now slept peacefully.
He stared intently at his body, every beautiful inch, tanned and exposed to
the world. His perfect tanned cock lay nestled in the blond pubic curls
like an Adonis Greek statue, the perfect male form. His balls, loose and
heavy, lay nestling his cock, poised on top of his muscular legs.

For one brief moment, Philip actually considered touching him...he didn't.
He dozed for a bit, and when he woke, Sean was standing looking out to the
sea. He again scanned that body, got a good view of the tanned full butt
and his long=2 0and muscular legs A thin coating of white sand covered the
round brown smooth ass.

These new feelings of his were making him extremely uncomfortable. He
couldn't figure out where they were coming from or what they meant. He
decided he'd better get back to his room.

He stretched and stood, turned and picked up his towel and his discarded
shorts shaking the sand out and put his shorts back on. "Well," he
concluded, "I guess I'll be heading back. Nice meeting you Sean."

"Don't you want to hang out some more," Sean asked.

"You must have other things to do," Philip continued. "You surely don't
want to hang out with an old guy like me and I've got a novel waiting."

"I like hanging out with you," Sean went on with a dejected and sad look.
"And you certainly don't look like an old man to me."

"Well," Philip sighed, partially wanting the boy to leave, "you wanna come
back for lunch."

"Sure," Sean said as his face brightened.

Sean picked up his skimpy green suit and as Philip watched, he carefully
stepped into the string sides. Philip watched the boy's hand cradle his
cock and gently adjust it back into the silk suit pouch. Off they went,
back toward Philip's bungal ow.

There they shared a sandwich, a soda and some chips. They talked about the
island, the weather, Philip's work and his wife and enjoyed the beauty of
the day. Later on, they walked the beach, collected shells and went for
another swim -- both naked this time.

As evening began to fall, they had a cookout on the beach with hotdogs on
sticks and a couple bottles of wine. Philip was getting used to the boy's
company.

As the last of their second bottle of spirits disappeared, Philip began
fidgeting with the sand at his feet. He was ready for sleep, something
about a day in the sun and water makes a man ready for bed.

"Well," he said amidst a full-scale yawn. "It's time for me to turn in.
It's been a great day, I had a good time, thanks. I've got a whole lot of
crap that I'm trying to put behind me back home. Today was a good start.
You helped."

"I'm glad," Sean replied. "You think it might be possible for me to stay
here tonight? It's a long way back."

"Wouldn't someone miss you," Philip asked, still trying to get him to go.

"Not at all and I enjoy it here."

"I guess you could stay," Philip stammered. "There's only one bed, but a
hammock on the deck that mig ht work."

"It gets a little buggy out here a night," Sean continued. "I wouldn't mind
sharing your bed, if it's okay."

"Well, ...sure...I guess," Philip conceded with an obvious tone of
reluctance in his voice. "I snore a bit, so I've been told."

"That's all right," Sean beamed.

They picked up the remains of their cookout and stumbled up the steps into
the softly lit room. On the far end of the open space was Philip's bed with
sheer netting that hung from a ring on the bamboo ceiling. Sean started
rinsing off the plates and glasses as Philip disappeared into the bathroom.

When he returned, he wore a thin pair of white linen pajama bottoms, no
top. Sean turned and watched him pull back the covers of the pale white
bed. As he climbed under the spread, a strange nervous feeling seemed to
come over him. This boy had showed up at the beginning of the day,
interrupted his silence and solitude and was still there.  Philip had
agreed to let this boy, a stranger, spend the night. Why?

Sean switched off the kitchen area light, and went into the bathroom.
Philip heard the toilet flush and out came Sean, naked. The room was dark
except for the moonlight reflecting off the sleeping ocean's edge. In that
dim blue-light, he watched the boy walk across the room, watc hed his cock
sway back and forth. Sean walked to the other side of the bed and climbed
in. Philip felt the heat from his body. He had never slept with another
guy, not even as a boy with three brothers, especially not a naked boy and
no one other than his wife since they'd married.

Sean then slid over toward Philip. "Good night," he whispered in the dark
as he rested his hand on Philip's hairy chest.

Philip didn't move, the touch was disquieting, unnerving. He wanted to pull
away but was on the edge of the bed. He could feel something against his
hip, the boy's cock, just the thin material of his pajama bottoms between
them. Soon Sean's breathing sounded deep and slow, Philip knew he was
sleeping and within a moment or two he had joined him.

Soft winds, slow mellow music, and the tender sweetness of naked skin
pressed against his body, floated in and through Philip's mind as he slowly
opened his eyes to the morning. The warm touch of the naked skin, his hands
exploring, the sweet and smooth feel of an ass, a back, his demanding
erection pressed against his wife -- he thought. And then as his hand moved
down the soft hairless stomach, he touched a cock. He jerked with a start
as he realized it was the boy, Sean, he'd been feeling, erotically stroking
in the early morning of his waking. He pulled away and fell to the floor.
As he looked across the bed, th e rumpled sheets, in the soft morning glow
of light he saw Sean still sleeping. He'd been touching him, and not in the
normal guy-to-guy way. He'd been making sexual advances to the boy in his
sleep. He turned and quickly exited to the bathroom, thankful Sean was
still asleep, thankful he didn't know what had been happening.

He started his coffee and went out on the deck. He sat sipping, listening
to the morning surf, thinking about what he'd done. His sex life had been
nonexistent except for his hand for quite some time. He and his wife had
moved away from that stage, to a mostly peaceful coexistence with time and
history as the glue that held them together. He reeled with the thoughts of
touching Sean like he had, another guy. God, if anyone had seen or if the
boy had woke, what would he have said.  He was resolved to get the boy gone
today, this was too dangerous a situation.  He wondered how long the erotic
exploration had gone on in the night.

After he'd finished his first cup of coffee, he went back inside. He walked
over to the bed, Sean had kicked the covers off and lay sleeping, naked
before him, his cock fully erect. How could a boy be so beautiful? Even
after a night of sleep, his hair was perfect, his body more perfect, his
cock incredible. Why did Philip want to touch him again? As his eyes
traveled down the body and slowly back up, he saw that Sean's eyes had
opened.


"Morning," Philip began, nervous that's he'd been looking at his body in
such a manner.

"Morning," Sean replied as he stretched.

And then, the boy raised his hand and took hold of Philip's. He began
pulling him down to the bed. Philip started to go, but then jerked away. He
took a step or two backwards.

 "Look Sean, I don't know what's going on here," Philip explained, "but I
can't do this, I'm not gay, never been with another man, never touched
another guy. And yet, my hands have been all over you, you make me breath
heavy, you make me hard and I don't know why. I can't do this..."

"I know Philip," the boy argued, "I'm all mixed up as well, but I love
touching and being touched by you. Ever since we met, I've wanted to be
with you, to stay here, to give myself to you, completely. It's as if I can
only breath with you next to me. It doesn't make sense to me either, but I
can't fight it. I know you're not into sex with guys or anything like that,
but it's not just that, it's not sex.  It's something so much deeper. Don't
you feel it? Even the dolphin sensed it."

Philip reeled with his thoughts and didn't reply.

Sean sat up and reached for his
 hand again. Philip didn't back away. Sean pulled him to the bed and down
on top of him. He moved against him in the bed, pressed his hard cock
against Philip's. He wrapped his arms around Philip and then...kissed him
deep and long and hard -- one perfect kiss that broke the ice, the
resistance. Philip kissed back, gave in, surrendered.

They kissed deep and full, tongues exploring, hands fumbling. Sean undid
the tie to Philip's pajama bottoms and pushed them down over his ass, down
his thighs as far as he could reach and then took his foot and pushed them
completely off. He pulled Philip against him again, their cocks touching
for the first time. A blaze of white erotic fire spread through Philip like
a wave. With no resistance, with complete abandon, he succumbed to the
ecstasy. An overwhelming softness and tender sweetness enveloped the
moment.

Philip kissed the boy's face all over, kissed his neck and slowly as if to
never end the moment, he kissed his way down the body. The smooth, soft,
tanned skin was all his. He worshipped it like the sweetest treasure and
tasted every inch. He sucked Sean's nipples and played with them with his
tongue, felt them grow hard and erect. He moved slowly over the rippled
stomach, probing the belly button, pushing his tongue deep. He listened as
the boy purred sweetly to his administering, spent more time in areas when
the boy moaned deeper or louder.  He read every response and worked it
to maximize their mutual pleasure. There was nowhere else on earth, no time
other than now for the two of them.

Slowly he moved into the blond hair at the base of the boy's throbbing
cock, he smelled the sweet scent that was Sean and then at the base of his
cock, he paused for a moment and with no reluctance, kissed his way up the
boy's pressing maleness.  He kissed and licked onto the cut, throbbing
purple head. It was bright and shiny with it's hardness, a deep purple-pink
in color and seemed to pulse with each tender touch. Sweet drops of a
pearl-like fluid appeared at the slit at the base of the head; Philip
licked and tasted. And as Philip raised up on a propped elbow, he stared at
the sweet cock, kissed the head and let is slide past his lips, into his
warm and wanting mouth. He felt a tear break from his eye and roll down his
cheek. It had been so long, so long since he'd loved and made love. He
sucked the boy's cock and felt his heart beat, in sync with his own. As he
worked the boy's essence, his hands touched and roamed and explored every
part of the body he could reach. He listened to the boy's deep and hard
breaths of passion. He felt his own hardness dragging over the boy's legs
as he made love to the young cock.

He left the sweet head of the cock, and worked back down and onto the boy's
full balls, hairless and smoother than anything he had ever felt. He sucked
them, one, then the other, into his mouth and slowly, lovingly rolled them
around with his tongue.

Sean reached down and pulled Philip back up to his mouth, they kissed again
and for an endless length of time. They hugged as more tears rolled down
Philip's cheeks. Sean kissed and tasted the salty tears, kissed Philip's
eyes, his cheeks, all over his face and embraced him with both strong arms,
pressing him tight, never wanting to let go.

Sean pulled his knees up around Philip's hip and reaching down, grabbing
Philip's demanding cock, he placed it at the entrance to his ass. He pushed
his hips up and Philip slid inside, became one with the boy. His cock moved
deep into the warmth, deeper to the base and he felt their hearts beating
as one, he and Sean together completely, fully.

Sean wrapped his legs around Philip's back and they began to move in
unison, Sean against Philip's thrusts. They both moaned now, louder and
more complete, surrendering to each other, becoming whole in their
lovemaking. The boy gave himself completely to Philip, they belonged to
each other. Philip's thrusts became more insistent more aggressive as he
plunged deeper and harder each time, the passion beating in his chest. The
boy welcomed each thrust and tightened his hold around the cock. They
kissed over and over as they made love in the purest and most natural of
ways. Nothing could have felt
 more right.

As the final moment arrived, Philip sat up and with one last lunge, they
both exploded in an earth-shattering crescendo of erotic fulfillment. Wave
after wave of eruption filled the boy and shot from the boy, up his chest
all over himself and Philip.  They came in unison, the final perfect end to
the lovemaking.

Philip collapsed on Sean's chest and kissed again--a gentle, perfect kiss
of adoration and completeness. They held each other tight until Philip's
soft cock was slowly expelled from the sweetness of the boy. They lay for
some time refusing to release their hold on one another. They were one.

For the rest of the week, they never wore clothes; they explored the
island, the waterfalls, the lagoon with their friend the dolphin, and the
endless beaches. They hugged and loved throughout the days and nights, in
the bed, on the sand, in the water and even with the dolphin circling them
as the made love in the moonlight.

A darkness began to surface as the final day approached. Philip had no idea
how he could ever let the boy go. He loved him completely and with abandon
with a love deeper and more special than he had ever known. He could not
bare the idea of leaving. On the last morning, after their final night of
lovemaking, Philip woke. He reached for Sean and found a note. His heart
sunk.

`Philip,' it started. `I'm gone. I couldn't bear to say good-bye. I love
you and always will. It was beyond words, this last week. I don't know why
our paths became so completely entwined, but I am eternally thankful that
they did. No mater where my life takes me, you'll be with me. Like the
dolphins who mate for life, you and I will always have this week, will
always be part of one another. I can't stand the pain of leaving, of
parting, but I know you have your life, a wife, and I know that the type of
man you are, you could never just walk away from those responsibilities. My
leaving was the only way. Remember me.'

It was simply signed, `Sean.'

Philip crumpled the letter in his hand as his heart sunk. A hole would stay
in his heart forever, a place where a sweet boy had made him live again,
had given him a perfect moment for the rest of his life -- a taste of
paradise.

Later that morning before the boat picked him up, he walked down to the
lagoon and watched the dolphin splashing in front of him. He seemed to
know, he seemed to sympathize, he felt the heartache.

Philip said goodbye.


End.