Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 20:47:38 -0400
From: JSL <jsl2k4@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Island 2

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My Island-pt 2


"So what the hell are you smiling about," Brandon nudged Jonathan as the
pair made their way to the cafeteria at Wells Home for Boys to depress
together over the poor choices for breakfast that awaited them.

"Nothing man," Jonathan smirked, "why do you ask?"

"Oh you are so full of shit dude," Brandon laughed as Owen and Jack
prattled up to them in the food line.

"Hey big brother!" Jack smiled as he slammed into his brother in a strong
hug.

"Hey lil man," Jonathan loved to see his little brother.

The group sat down for breakfast and commiserated over the poor
selection. After a few more proddings from Brandon, and now Owen and Jack,
Jonathan relented and told them of his evening with me. The boys listened
eagerly as Jonathan retold the happenings of the previous night. From the
dinner to the hot sex, Jonathan gave vivid details, with each boy hanging
on every word.

"Sounds like the fuck of a lifetime," Owen offered at the end of the story.

"Yeah," Jonathan agreed, "it was pretty fuckin' hot. Did you get with the
Padre?"

"You know it dude," Owen moved in his seat making it known that his plump
ass was still a little sore from the previous night's sexing.

"So are you gonna see him again?" Jack scrunched up next to his brother
inquisitively.

"I hope so," Jonathan smiled, "but you know how it goes. They say they
wanna see you again and then that's the last you ever see of them."

"True," Brandon smirked, "too true."

"So how rich do you think he is?" Owen was still taken back by the
description of the hotel suite and the dinner.

"I don't know man, but I will say that he's gotta have some serious cash to
afford a room like that and all that food." Jonathan continued to move his
food around the plastic plate.

The boys went on about there day as normal. Since it was summer, they were
left to their own devices within the confines of the Wells Home. When it
came time for them to sneak out for that night's work, Jack walked with the
boy's to the old storage room where the boys would use a broken window to
make their exit.

"Hey Jonathan," Jack piped up, "can I come along tonight...please"

"We've talked about this many times Jack. It's not safe for you." Jonathan
tussled the younger boy's hair as he smiled.

"I know," he looked down, "but I just wanna see what you guys are always
talking about."

"I know pal," Jonathan was always patient with Jack, "but it's just not
safe. Besides, don't you have some fun planned with Simon tonight?"

"Huh huh," he chuckled, "hell yeah we do. I forgot to tell you that we've
been messing around with Max as well. He's got a really nice wiener
too. Not as big as yours, but it's big enough."

"Max is in on it?" Jonathan was shocked, Max who was Jonathan's age, had
always made lots of faggot jokes and he never would have guessed that he
was a closet queen.

"Oh yeah," Jack smiled, "and he loves to get fucked! I'm not big enough yet
to get it in him, but Simon can. It's so cool to watch. That's why I wanna
watch you do it."

"Well pal," Jonathan smirked as he made his way through the open window,
"maybe someday you'll get your wish."

________________________________________________________________________


Two weeks had passed since my night with Jonathan and as I made my way in
the Limousine from the airport to the Regency, I fantasized about meeting
up with him again. In fact, he had been the prominent thing on my mind for
the past two weeks. I found it interesting that this boy had managed to
captivate my thoughts more than any other boy that I had ever been with.  I
just couldn't get the sight of his beautiful body reflecting in the setting
sun out of my mind. I checked into my room and waited for Xin Mae to let me
know if he had shown up. About 6:30p I got a call fro the lobby letting me
know that she was bringing him up. I was thrilled. I made some calls and
awaited his arrival.

When he came out onto the deck my heart leapt in my chest. He was even more
stunning than I had remembered. He made his way over to the hot tub where I
was enjoying a relaxing bath. He gave me the once over and without saying a
word, he stripped naked and joined me. I was taken aback by his
boldness. He seemed much more confident than during our first meeting.

"I am glad that you decided to come back," I said as he leaned forward and
gave me a kiss.

"I'm glad that you were actually here," he smiled. I knew what he meant.

He lay in my arms and I could feel him tracing my muscles like he had done
two weeks before. I loved the feel of this boy laying naked against my
flesh. He was so soft and his body just melted into my own. We engaged in
small talk while we exchanged gropes and rubbings under the water. After
about 15 minutes of this, Xin Mae came out and informed me that the tailors
were here. I got us out of the hot tub and helped him to dry off.

"What's going on," he asked sounding a little nervous.

"I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight," I smiled at my new found
angel, "and to do that, you need to have the appropriate attire. Don't
worry, I promise no one will hurt you."

One of the central truths about this world is that money can buy just about
anyone. The tailors came into the suite and began to measure and prepare
items for Jonathan to wear. As I had Xin Mae arrange, the tailors never
made eye contact with Jonathan and refered to him only has Sir. They spent
about 30 minutes on him and when they had finished, he was dressed from top
to toe in CK and Tommy. He looked like a model. You would never have
guessed that he was a street kid.

"You look magnificent," I clapped as I walked around him.

"He is a vision of beauty," Xin Mae added.

"Wow," was all he could get out.

We made our way down to the parking garage through the Penthouse Suite's
private elevator and were soon in the limo on our way to dinner at
Giontello's. We dined on fine pasta and seafood. I watched as he fumbled
through dinner, trying to copy the way other people in the restaurant were
eating. I simply smiled at him and finished my meal. I made another attempt
to discover a little of his past as we made our way through dessert
truffles. He continued to avoid the subject, but not as ardently as he had
on our first meeting.

"Can we not talk about that stuff here?" Jonathan looked embarrassed.

"Sure," I said, "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just
wanted to know more about you."

"I don't wanna ruin this," he looked around, "I've never been somewhere
this nice before, it's like a fantasy...and I kinda don't wanna ruin it
with the truth..ya know?"

"I understand," I smiled as I reached out my hand to his, "I want you to
feel comfortable. All things in time."

We finished our meal and made our way down to the lakeside. We strolled
along the lake wall, hand in hand. Occasionally people would walk by and
smile as we passed; no one thought anything odd of the obvious father and
son walking by them. Jonathan would look up at me and smile every once in
awhile as if to say 'if they only knew'. We reached the marina and as I
motioned for him to walk with me down one of the dockways, he broke the
silence.

"Where are we going?" he looked a little nervous.

"Well," I began, pausing or walk and turning so I could look into his eyes,
"I thought it would be nice to make love to you on the water underneath the
stars."

"Really?" he looked excited, "we're really going on a boat."

"If that's ok with you," I tussled his fiery hair.

As I had expected, Jonathan had never been on a boat before. He had
certainly been to the lake and swam in its cool waters, but he had never
been out on it. I relished in his delight as we pulled away from the dock
and set out for the open lake. I had Xin Mae charter a yacht that had a
secure upper deck area so that my new lover and I could be alone and
uninterrupted. There were two oversized, well padded, benches on the upper
deck. They would certainly come in handy soon, but for now, we clung to the
safety railing as the yacht's captain opened her up and the grand vessel
roared over the moon lit water. I stood behind Jonathan with my hands
firmly holding his hips as the wind raced through his hair. When we would
hit waves, he would shout and raise his arms in excitement. I was taken
with this beautiful boy. My heart warmed for him as I breathed his youthful
scent into deep into my soul. When we finally came to a stop he turned
around to face me and smiled.

"That was the coolest thing ever!" he was giddy, "can we do it again on the
way back?"

"Absolutely!" I joined in his enthusiasm, "if it makes you happy."

He pulled on the back of my neck, bringing my face down to his. Our lips
met and I could feel the rush of electricity racing up through my body. I
scooped him up and laid him down on the soft bench. Our tongues danced
within each others hot mouths and our hands explored chests and backs, arms
and faces. He cooed as I kissed and sucked on his juicy ear lobes. The
sweet taste of his flesh drove me into a deeper lusting as I helped him out
of his clothes. He pushed me back down onto the bench and stood before me,
wearing only his white button down shirt. His erect boycock stood straight
out from his tanned body and his balls were tight against his body seeking
warmth from the cool night breeze. He was an image of boyhood
sexuality. His shirt blew in the breeze and he smiled slyly as he turned
away from me and let it fly off onto the floor. He looked over his shoulder
as he opened his legs. My cock surged as he bent over and used both hands
to pull his supple cheeks apart, exposing his hot pink hole. He was so
sexy, and he knew what affect he was having on me as I pulled aching cock
out of my restrictive pants. I stroked my cock in unison to his own
massaging of his hands up and down his firm legs.

"I take it you like what you see?" he smiled.

"How could you tell?" I played his game.

"Oh I don't know," he said in a dumb voice, "maybe cuz your cock is
pointin' straight up at the moon!"

I sat up, reached over and pulled him on top of me as we collapsed onto the
bench. I squeezed his hot ass cheeks and he let out a sexy 'oh'. There was
definitely something magical beginning between the two of us. Jonathan
grabbed my cock in his hands and squeezed a healthy dribble of precum out
of the slit. He smiled then bent down and licked it off. He sat back up and
licked the extra juice from hips lips. I managed to get my shirt and tie
off. Jonathan freed me from my pants, socks and shoes. Soon we were lying
together, our naked bodies meshed into one hot mass beneath the night
sky. I took care to massage his young body, gently loving his skin. He
moaned lowly as we kissed, our tongues mashing together. I caught him by
surprise when I slipped a finger into his steamy boyhole.

"Unnh," he panted as my finger worked into his wet ass.

"You like the feel of my finger my love?" I whispered into his ear.

"Yes..." he moaned, "oh yes...."

He was working my throbbing tool in his hungry hands and I could feel my
orgasm drawing near. I couldn't allow myself to cum without feeling this
hot boy from the inside. I picked him up, wet my fingers in my mouth,
slopped around his searing hole, and impaled him on my rigid prick.

"Oh fuck!" he shouted as I pierced his young body, "oh my god it feels so
full!"

"Take my cock boy," I gripped his hips and balanced him as he rode my
pulsating rod.

It wasn't long before his whole body began to shake violently, overcome
with his youthful orgasm. The orgasm forced him to bear down on my cock and
I lost all control as I launched stream after stream of hot cum into his
bowels. We remained locked together, his body draped across mine, until my
cock softened and slipped out of his abused hole.

"Oh man..." he panted, "that was intense!"

"You are a very gifted young man," I smiled as I wiped the sweat from his
forehead.

We laid together, drenched in our sweat and cum. I stroked his hair and he
played with my nipples as we sailed on through the black waters. I couldn't
quite put my finger on it, but there was something bothering him. He would
stare off into the dark sky and every once in awhile I would swear that I
saw his eyes tear up. Finally he did let a tear slip free from his right
eye.

"What is it my love?" I asked, lifting his head so that our eyes met.

"Nothing," he said quickly, wiping the tear from his cheek and turning away
from me.

"It's ok Jonathan," I pulled him back around to notice that more tears had
formed, "you can talk to me."

"It's really no big deal," he toughened up, "it's just that for a minute
there I kinda got used to how it feels to be with you and forgot who I
really was."

"And who 'really' are you?" I ventured a stab at him opening up.

"Nobody," he sighed, "nobody."

He sat up and told me the story of his life. I felt my heart ache as he
told me of his little brother Jack and of his fellow street kid
friends. How could such a great kid end up in a home for unwanted children?
He told me of their plan to save up enough money and run away. When I asked
him where he planned to go and how he thought that he and Jack would be
able to avoid Social Services, he blew me right out of the water.

"See," he began, "there's this boy named Charles who's 17. He lived with us
at the Wells Home. He was moved by his Social Worker a couple of months
ago. But he didn't have to go to another foster home. He said that he paid
the worker $15,000 to get him out and then destroy his file. He said that
the worker then went into the State computer system and deleted his
case. So Wells didn't worry about him anymore, and according to the
State....he no longer exists. I have $5000 saved up already from just the
past two months. So I have $25,000 more to go and then Jack and I can get
away for good."

"Wow," I was amazed, "but how do you plan to live on the outside. I mean,
you obviously can take care of yourself...but Jack's only 5?"

"Well," he continued, "he's actually almost 6, and he's really mature for
his age. Besides, we wouldn't be alone. My friends Brandon and Owen will be
going with us."

"Sounds like you've got it all worked out little man," I smiled at him.

"What?" he snapped, "you think that I'm full of shit? You think just cuz
I'm a kid and a whore you get to fuck that I'm stupid!?!"

"Hold on Jonathan," I quickly answered, "I never said anything like
that. You're taking my statement all wrong. I think that you are an amazing
young man and that you will be able to accomplish anything you set your
mind to. I just hate to think of you having to struggle out on the streets
for the rest of your life."

"Sorry," he lowered his eyes,"I don't know where that came from. I know it
will be hard, but it's better than growing up at Hells!"

We got dressed and took up our positions again along the safety rail as the
yacht picked up speed. I ran my hands along his shoulders as we raced
through the dark water. I ran over his situation in my mind. I certainly
had the resources to help him, but what was my investment in this boy? He
was beautiful, he was certainly a great fuck...but there were hundreds of
great fucks around the world. Why was this one's story of heartache and
misfortune any worse than theirs? I know...you must think that I am a
bastard for saying that. But the reality of the situation was that if gave
a home to every street kid that I met...well, let's just say that I'd have
to buy a bigger house. We docked and left the marina in the limousine. We
swapped idle chit chat, but nothing more than superficial ramblings. I
couldn't help but notice that something had been lost between us. I felt
the stirrings in my stomach and new that I had to make things right before
he left.

"Jonathan," I softened my tone, "I'm sorry if I seemed to not support your
plan to get a better life for yourself and your brother."

"It's ok," he smiled, "I mean hey...you don't even really know me all that
much. It's not like you should have to care about my life. And I don't mean
that in a dick kinda way. I just mean that it's not like you owe me
anything. You didn't get me into this life. You've been really nice to me."

"But I would like to care about you and your life," I was surprised by my
own words, "I would like to meet your brother and take you both out for a
night on the town."

"Really," he looked up, "you wanna meet Jack?"

"Sure I do," I smiled.

"Oh.." he looked down.

"What?" I picked his chin up.

"You mean you'd like to be with my brother.." he looked as if the air had
been taken out of his sails.

"No!" I stressed, "I had no intention of doing anything like that with your
brother. I just wanted to meet him and give you both the kind of treatment
that you deserve."

"Oh," he looked apologetic, "sorry...guess that I'm just not used to a guy
being interested in anything else."

"Well, I'm not like any of the other men you've been with." I smiled.

"That's for sure!" he chuckled, "that's for damn sure..."

_______________________________________________________________________________


"So he wants to meet me?" Jack asked again.

"Yes dude," Jonathan sighed, "I've told you that three times now man! Let
it go."

"Cool," Jack jumped with excitement, "does that mean that I get to watch
you two do sex stuff?"

"I didn't say that!" Jonathan snipped a little at his little brother, "and
you can be sure that you aren't gonna be doing anything.Got it?"

"Sheesh," Jack brushed off his big brother's tone, "settle down. I didn't
say I wanted to do anything."

"Good," Jonathan snapped, "cuz you're not!"

"Fine!" Jack shouted, drawing attention to the boys, "drop it ya big ass!"

Jonathan popped his little brother on the back of the head as the two made
their way into the cafeteria for breakfast. Owen and Brandon joined them
and soon after Simon came bounding over. Jonathan noticed as Jack and Simon
whispered to each other and then rejoined the group. After breakfast, the
two younger boys disappeared out into the quad. Jonathan walked through the
quad with his two pals as he watched Jack run and play. He had become lost
in conversation when he looked around to see that both he and Simon had
seemingly disappeared. He blew it off and returned to his friends.

"So," Brandon lowered the volume on their discussion, "how are we all doing
on money? I've got around $6500."

"I've got five," Jonathan added, "but of course I've got a lot longer to go
than you two."

"What about you O?" Brandon turned to the plump young boy.

"Oh," he said quietly, "I'm doing ok"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Jonathan questioned.

"Nothing..." Owen got defensive,"It just means I'm doing fine"

"So how much do you have...dick" Brandon poked him in the side.

"$11,000, alright!" Owen looked a little more than just bothered by
Brandon's bothering.

"No fuckin' way dude!" Brandon exclaimed.

"Holy shit man," Jonathan stepped back.

"Holy is right," Owen smiled, "Father Donovan likes his Wednesday night
butterball" Owen squeezed his plump ass.

"That's so fuckin' cool dude," Brandon's eyes were still widened.

Jonathan knew that he would have to step it up a notch if he was going to
be ready to go when the other two boy's were. He would have to try and find
a way to sneak out during the day to make some extra cash. He looked around
again and grew concerned when he still couldn't seem to locate Jack. In a
place like Wells, anything could happen when no one was looking. It was
very important to keep an eye on each other. Jonathan made his way through
the dorms and when he came up short, he started to panic. He wondered if
his brother had gotten really mad at him for his comments regarding meeting
me, so he went to the storage room to check the window. When he got to the
door he froze. He could hear low voices and some very familiar sounds. He
slowly opened the door and stepped inside the storage room. He closed the
door behind him and gave his eyes time to adjust to the lowered light. He
saw three figures huddled together on the floor by the far wall and
immediately understood what he was looking at.

Jack, Simon, and Max were entangled in a mass of boysex. Jonathan felt
oddly aroused as he looked over his naked little brother as he moved
underneath the larger Max. He noticed that Jack's tiny little cock was
sticking straight out from his body and his little balls were snugged
tightly up next to his body. Max was his own age and he smiled when he saw
an ample cocklette hanging between his legs. Simon was a little bigger than
Jack, but not by much. Both Simon and his older brother were uncut and
their swollen red dick heads glistened in the sunlight shining through the
window. Jonathan watched as Jack got down on his hands and knees as Max
moved in behind him. Jonathan started to say something to stop his brother
from being fucked by the bigger boy, but his little brother beat him to it.

"Oh yeah Max," he growled, "fuck me good!"

Jonathan's jaw dropped as he heard these very mature words fly out of his
brother's tiny mouth. Max obliged and shoved his prick into the waiting
boy's hole. Jack moaned and cooed as the older boy worked his meat in and
out of his slick boyhole. Simon moved in under Jack and offered his little
cock to him. Jack took the tiny tool into his mouth and began to suck
hard. Simon panted as Jack worked his cock while he groaned from the hot
friction in his young ass. Max slapped the boy's ass every once in awhile
and Jonathan smiled as his brother only seemed to eat it up. The three boys
fucked and sucked in unison. Jack began to shake violently and Max held on
to the small boy as a dry orgasm rocked his tiny frame. Simon backed off as
he didn't want his dick in the way of Jack's clinching teeth. Max pulled
out of Jack's used ass and motioned for his brother to come over and finish
him off. Jack laid on the floor and watched as Simon took his place. Max
shoved his cock inside his brother and resumed fucking. Not soon after he
began pounding into his brother's eager hole than Simon started trembling
with his own crushing orgasm.

"Damn," Max growled, "can't neither of you last for shit!"

Both smaller boys took up position in front of Max and began passing his
hard prick back and forth between their young mouths. They sucked him to a
maddening orgasm and he gave them a little bit of boyjuice each. Jonathan
was so hot by this time that he had to adjust his own cock which was
straining in his shorts.

"Holy shit!" Max shouted as he noticed Jonathan standing by the door. Both
he and Simon rushed to dress themselves. Jack stayed nude.

"Look dude...umm," Max stammered.

"If you say 'it's not what it looks like' I'm gonna piss myself," Jonathan
laughed.

All of the boys let loose a good laugh. "You mean you're not pissed?" Simon
asked.

"Hell no," Jonathan smiled, "I just had no idea that my little brother was
such a fuckin sex pig"

"Well I guess I just wanted to be like my big bro!" Jack smiled, a little
bit of Max's cum still hanging from his bottom lip.


To be continued.....

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