From: taxhaven@ix.netcom.com(Adam Starchild)
Subject: Repost:  The Fountain of Paradise
Date: 1 Jan 1997 01:57:33 GMT

                    The Fountain of Paradise

                               by

                         Adam Starchild


     Growing up in a tropical island paradise, the Dominican
Republic, had been a continuous erotic experience for Luis,
although he didn't think of it as such.  To him it was all a
natural part of life. 
     From a young age he had been diving for coins thrown by
tourists as the cruise ships came into the Santo Domingo harbor. 
He had done well enough at coin diving that by 15 he had bought
himself a new motorcycle.  Whenever a cruise ship came in he
could be seen riding his bike to the docks where he would park it
behind a warehouse next to the cruise ship pier.  A spectator
might be curious at seeing Luis park the cycle and strip off his
expensive swim trunks to go swimming, but Luis had this coin
diving down to a fine art.  
     He had been able to buy the motorcycle and the expensive
swim trunks because he had been sharp enough to realize at a
young age that the biggest coins were thrown to the boys who
dived naked.  Most of the divers wore cutoffs, swim trunks, or
underwear.  Even the very young ones seemed inhibited at exposing
themselves before the tourists, although boys of all ages
habitually swam nude among their own people.  It seemed
astonishing -- and even indecent -- to put on clothing when he
entered the water.  
     Luis had noticed that the older tourist ladies were
especially generous with the coins for the nude boys, and had
learned to make a slow, rolling dive that left his smooth, brown
ass sticking above the waves for a moment.
     If he saw anybody throw a large coin, such as a silver
dollar or half dollar, towards him, he would try to leap up and
grab it in the air, not coincidentally giving them a flash of
cock.  That performance was almost always good for a repeat coin
from the same person, or from somebody else.
     The Spanish Catholic tradition of the island leaves girls
usually inaccessible before marriage, so boys are accustomed to
having sex with each other, and sometimes with tourist girls met
on the beach.  Of all the Latin American countries, it is the
most bisexually oriented, although adult men put on the
traditional Latin macho image in public.
     Although some relationships between boys became romantic,
most relationships were just sex play.  The aggressive normality
of most boys who do not give a damn whether they had more affairs
with boys or girls, or vice versa, is the basic cultural
framework.  Relationships are casual, and because they are an
accepted part of the culture, opportunities for sex play are
immense.  Horseplay and wrestling are common, and underwater cock
grabbing is likely to end up as onshore wrestling with the loser
getting fucked.  It isn't a matter of force; it is just part of
the game, and he might be on top next time.  Even when nude
swimming doesn't lead to sex, there is a lot of mutual genital
fondling, and plenty of opportunity for a boy to proudly display
an erection to his friends.
     Luis eventually learned to make money from beach hustling as
well as coin diving, and developed his own repertoire of
techniques to improve the profits while having a good time. 
Anytime he went to one of the tourist beaches instead of the
beaches used by the locals, he was on the prowl.  He wouldn't
wear swim trunks to the beach; changing in and out of them was an
important part of his act.  He would stand and look around the
beach first to find some likely hustling targets.  Then instead
of going all the way behind the bushes to change, he positioned
himself in a way that was in line of sight of his prospect, while
pretending that he thought he was all the way behind the bush,
but making sure the prospect had a good look at the merchandise.
     The schoolbooks routine was another highly successful one. 
Luis would pick his target carefully; usually looking for an
older man who was obviously watching the boys.  He would then
walk onto the beach fully dressed with two or three schoolbooks
under his arm, as if he was just on his way home from school.  He
would then stop a modest distance from the target, put down the
books, take off his shirt and shoes, then look around as if he
was modest and wanted to be sure nobody was watching, quickly
take off his pants and pull on his swim trunks.  If he caught the
man obviously watching him, he would give him an embarrassed
smile.  Often when Luis came back from swimming, he would find
that the man had moved closer to the pile clothes and books.
     Most of the beach hustlers would stand around, taking
forever to change, as a way of showing off the merchandise, and
it was also obvious that they had nothing to do all day except
hustle.  Luis didn't have anything to do all day either, but the
playacting of being a shy, modest schoolboy having a quick swim
on the way home brought him bigger money and a higher quality of
contact.  Instead of being a hustler on the make, he'd let the
man think he was talking Luis into something.  This way Luis
could get his cock sucked every day and get paid for it too,
while the other hustlers were getting paid less to let themselves
get fucked.
     So when Luis' first sexual opportunity with a girl came
along, he was not inexperienced, and displayed a confidence that
an American boy of the same age wouldn't have been likely to
show.  It was a most unusual way of meeting; a tourist had thrown
him her cabin key after a couple of his cock-flashing jumps out
of the water.  Such an event was almost unknown, although older
boys would tell boastful stories exaggerated from the rare times
it had really happened.  One reason for the rarity was that most
of the coin divers were young boys; Luis was one of the few who
continued the trade long after he had a thick bush of pubic
hairs.
     It was his first sexual experience with a woman, although
not quite his first physical contact.  One moment he would always
remember was sitting next to a girl his own age in a movie
theater.  When her chaperon went to the rest room, the girl had
squeezed the obvious hard-on in his tight black pants, and said,
"My, that's a big one!"  That brief touch had provided
masturbatory fantasies for months.
     The lady he met on this cruise ship was much younger than
most passengers, which was probably part of the reason for her
daring approach, although Luis had heard of older women doing the
same thing.  Cindy was cruising as a graduate school graduation
gift, which made her quite a bit older than Luis, but not that
much older.
     The relationship lasted for the 72 hours that Cindy's ship
was in port.  Luis' marvelous body glowed.  Black hairs burning
on his thighs.  Soft curves and musky hollows.  Even the shadows
steamed.  He was such a lovely thing.  Such a hot, pulsing thing. 
Such shining magic.  His spurting cock was a constant fountain of
paradise.  All his clients were getting their money's worth. 
Cindy was no exception.
     Not only did he lose his virginity, in the sense of sex with
females, but Cindy introduced him to a lifestyle with which he
was unfamiliar.  Dinners and shows on the ship and in nightclubs;
for the few days the ship was in port an existence totally
strange to an island boy.  To most tourists it was the island; to
a native these things were part of an alien world with which they
had little contact.
     This experience led Luis to apply for a job as a dancer a
few months later when the first nude male revue opened at a
tourist trap on the island.  Luis' years of experience as an
exhibitionist with his coin diving and beach antics gave him such
a natural erotic style that he was hired immediately.  The
manager would never have suspected that Luis had only had that
one brief affair with a woman.  Luis would quickly make up for
his lack of experience.  The tourist ladies, and sometimes the
men, in the club in the coming months exposed Luis to many acts
and positions that the experimenting boys had never thought of.
     The dancing job pleased Luis, and when he left the stage to
walk through the audience collecting tips, he loved the feel of
strange hands boldly reaching into the tight briefs he was
required to wear when off the stage.  He also loved the feel of
the money that those hands tucked in his briefs while they were
squeezing his cock.  Like with the diving, Luis soon learned the
art of getting the biggest tips.  Most of the dancers tried to
stay cool and professional and not get an erection before the
tourists, or perhaps they were embarrassed to.  Some even
masturbated beforehand to control themselves, but most weren't
involved enough for it to be a problem.  Luis went the other way. 
Like with the diving, Luis soon learned the art of getting the
biggest tips.  The management wouldn't let him get it hard on
stage, but he'd try to get a hint of arousal into his dance when
he could.  And once he hit the dark lounge floor to collect tips
he'd get hard and let the fondlers know he liked what they were
doing.  He could never understand how the other dancers could
stay so cold -- and soft -- but he was glad of it because he'd
get the big bills in his tips.
     He'd try to pick the person he thought would be the biggest
tipper while he was still dancing; then he'd start his tip
collecting there and let that lady get him hard.  Knowing she was
the one to turn him on so was usually good for more money than
the ladies he was already hard for when he got to their tables.
     One of Luis' more surprising nights was the time a tourist
asked if he would mind if her husband watched.  It was a new idea
to Luis, but having a spectator didn't bother him any because of
his boyhood group sex activities.  The husband seemed to think it
was a big deal, so Luis, ever mindful of the tip, let the man
think he was convincing him.  Luis was surprised, but not
shocked, when after a quarter hour in bed with the wife the
husband was in bed with his hands all over Luis.  It wasn't long
after that before Luis felt the tip of a cock knocking at his
rear entrance.  He brushed it away a couple of times, not because
he really cared, but because he was waiting to hear the magic
words, "I'll pay you well."  Luis was actually rather eager to
try this sandwich idea, but in the interest of his wallet he
continued negotiations while still slowly fucking the wife.
     "I've never let anyone touch me down there," he lied,
knowing that it was the proper line to give an American tourist.
     The right moment was going to pass soon, and a sufficiently
large pile of bills having appeared on the nightstand, Luis
"reluctantly" acquiesced, after extracting the usual false
promise about, "I'll pull out immediately if it hurts you too
much."  Luis had never met a man yet who was going to pull
anything out once it was in; nor would he once he was into one of
his boyhood friends, but he wanted the client to think he
believed the line and was convinced by it.
     On this occasion that was as far as he carried the act. 
Later, he learned that there was a specialized market for this
sort of thing, both with couples and with single men, and he
polished the act to include screams, tears, and begging for the
man to pull it out.  Of course, none of them ever did, but
afterwards they would always add still more to the money pile as
"compensation" for the pain.
     Luis milked his personal fountain of paradise for all it was
worth, and unlike most of the local hustlers, invested most of
his profits.  Let the tourists pay to take him out -- he didn't
need to spend money on luxuries when he was on his own.  The same
principal applied to clothes -- often a man or a lady would spend
more on him for clothes than they would ever have given him in
cash.
     Paradise it was.

                             The End

Copyright 1995 by Adam Starchild

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