Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2003 20:40:55 -0400
From: JSL <jsl2k4@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Island pt. 5

This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual
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I'm glad that so many of you stuck with it through the rough stuff. Well
the pay off is finely here! The Island! Enjoy, and...keep reading!



My Island-pt 5


The ride to the airport was spent mostly in silence. The boys were
exhausted, and rightly so. I cradled Jack in my arms as Jonathan ran his
hand up and down my arm. I looked into his eyes. He smiled as he watched me
care for his little brother. The truth was that I did really care. In fact
I had never cared so much for anything in my life. As I scanned the
contents of the SUV, it finally sank in that I was now, in part,
responsible for the lives of six amazing children.  After about an hour of
driving, both Jonathan and Jack fell asleep. I was left alone with a
driver, who held no interest to me what so ever, and Owen who smiled at me
whenever I glanced his direction. Well, I figured, I had better break the
ice.

"How are you feeling, Owen?" I gave him a smile.

"Better, thanks," he smiled back.

"Jonathan's told me a lot about you," I thought that it made a good
conversation starter.

"Really" he brightened, "that's cool. So where are we headed? I mean I
heard you say something about an... island?"

"Yes Owen," I chuckled at his method of conversation, "I have an estate on
an island in the Bali Sea."

"Cool! Uh...where's that , "he remarked with a hint of confusion.

"It's a beautiful place near Indonesia, with perfect weather, amazing
beaches and massive rainforests." I smiled, he was still a little lost.

"And you really want us all to live there with you?" he asked cautiously.

"Absolutely Owen," I gave him a big smile,"nothing would make me happier
than to give you boys the home that you deserve."

He just smiled and leaned his head on the window. Within moments, he was
asleep. I must admit that I loved watching them sleep. They were
peaceful. And I couldn't help but get a little glassy eyed when I imagined
that for most of their sad lives, sleep was probably one of the only
peaceful times they experienced. I was determined to change all of that.

The SUV pulled to a stop about 30 feet from the Gulfstream II. I had hoped
that Xin Mae would have chartered this type of plane. With seating for 12,
I was sure that we would find the long flight comfortable. We would have to
make a couple stops for refueling along the way, but it would be well worth
the trip when we got there. I woke the boys up and had them gather outside
of the trucks. Xin Mae stood at the stairwell waiting for our group to
board. Jack was still somewhat groggy. I had been watching him very closely
and felt pretty confident that he had escaped the ordeal with just the cut
to his forehead. But I took no chances and had Xin Mae come over to check
him out. As I mentioned earlier, Xin Mae was one of my greatest
acquisitions, among her many talents and credentials, she was a fully
trained nurse.

"Hello Ching Mee," Jack perked up when she knelt before him.

"It's Xin Mae," she smiled, "say it with me...Shin My.."

The two practiced it a few more times before he could get it right. She was
wonderful with him. As I had hoped, he was just fine. The cut didn't even
require stitches, although because of the way it had already begun to
close, he would have a nice little scar just above his right eye. I
shuddered when I thought of what could have happened if Charles had been
but and inch lower with his strike. I pulled the group together in front of
me and took a knee.

"Ok boys," I scanned their collective faces, "this is it. This is where you
have to decide what you want to do. You have to decide whether or not you
want to come with me. Or stay here and make a go of it on your own. The
choice is entirely up to you."

"Where are you going?" Brandon asked.

"I am leaving the country," I replied," as I told Owen on the ride over, I
own a large estate on an a private island just north of Bali. I have plenty
of room and the means so that you will all be able to live the lives you
could only have believed in your wildest dreams. But I want you to know
that it is your choice. I do not expect anything from you accept for you to
be happy. I have no hidden agenda to make you all my slaves or require you
to have sex with me as your payment for the things I will provide for
you. This is a no strings deal."

"What about school and stuff?" Owen asked.

"He talks about a private island and your dumb ass comes up with 'what
about school'," Brandon said mockingly.

"That's a good question Owen," I avoided Brandon's insult, "I will arrange
for a private tutor to come to the island to educate you. You will be
afforded the opportunities to expand your minds that were never possible
before. I expect that you will attend classes during the same times that
you would if you were here."

"But it's summer right now anyway," Brandon recovered.

"That is correct Brandon," I smiled at him.

"I hate to press the issue boys," I said looking at Xin Mae, "but we need
to get going."

"We're going with you!" Jack proclaimed, his brother smiling his agreement.

"Us too," Simon and Max chimed in.

"I'm in too," Owen smiled.

Brandon remained apprehensive. I instructed the other boys not to pressure
him and that I wished them to go ahead and get on the plane; that I wanted
to speak to Brandon alone. They obliged and boarded with Xin Mae. I leaned
against the side of the truck next to the cautious child.

"Look Brandon, " I began, "I know that you have no reason to trust me,
certainly not after what you all have been through today. But what I'm
saying to you is the truth. I only want to give you a home, that's it."

"I just..." he stammered.

""Just what?" I stepped in.

"I just don't know why you'd want me along is all. I mean I know about you
and Jonathan, and I can understand why you'd want the others too, but I
don't think you'd want me with you."

"Look Brandon," I was a little lost, "I'm not sure I understand what you're
getting at, but I can promise you that I do in fact want you to come
along. I tell you what, if you get there and decide that you'd rather be on
your own...then I will make all of the arrangements to get you back here
and make sure that you have what you need to survive by yourself. How's
that?"

"Ok...I guess," he nodded agreement but I could tell that he was very
guarded.

The attendant closed and locked the door behind us and we found the others
well into their discovery of the ins and outs of the plane.

"Brandon!" Owen shouted, "dude you're never gonna believe this plane man!"

The Gulfstream II is well equipped with 12 large leather seats, flat panel
screens at every seatback, 21 inch flat panel gaming station with a PS2 and
separate DVD/CD. I however, enjoyed the full sized galley with a stocked
bar. I fixed a brandy for myself and one for Xin Mae as we took our seats
near the back of the plane. After making sure that the boys were seated and
secured, the attendant gave the word to the pilot and the aircraft roared
down the runway and burst into the air. I could hear the gasps coming from
the seats ahead of me and knew that this must have been the first flight
for any of the boys.

"Sir," the attendant brought me back from my stare out of the window about
an hour into the flight, "we'll be in Los Angeles in about 4 more
hours. We'll take on fuel there and head out for Darwin, Australia. The
flight to Darwin should take us about 17hrs weather permitting. We are
fully stocked with food and as you've requested the crew will remain
secured in the cockpit unless you call for us."

"Thank you," I yawned.

The boys were still engrossed in playing video games and watching dvd's as
we soared through the evening sky. Xin Mae brought me a glass of Merlot and
then retired to a large leather seat near the middle of the plane. I knew
that she must have been exhausted; I know that I certainley was. I looked
up to find Jack standing in front of my smiling. He had taken his dirty
shirt off, as had most of the boys except for Owen. He yawned and climbed
up into my lap.

"I love you," he yawned again as I massaged his neck.

"I love you to son," I leaned in and kissed his wounded forehead.

"You know what though little man?" I scrunched up my nose.

"Ummmm...what?" he smiled playing with my nipple through my thin shirt.

"You stink!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry," he laughed.

"C'mon," I patted his bare back, "let's see if we can get you cleaned up
and ready for bed."

"Ok," he yawned again.

I picked him up and carried him to the full size bathroom. One of my
favorite features of this plane was the luxury bathroom. Now you have to
understand that it is a little awkwardly laid out. The room is in the very
back of the plane and takes up the entire width of the plane. There is a
large shower stall, about 8x8 feet give or take a foot, and a vanity
area. I plopped Jack down on the countertop and started the water so that
it would be nice and warm. Just as I turned my attention back to Jack, the
door opened and in walked Owen and Jack.

"We wondered where you two had run off to?" Owen slyly quipped.

"It's an apane silly," Jack yawned, "where did you think we coulda run off
to?"

"We were just gonna get cleaned up," I winked at Jonathan who immediately
returned my gesture with a 'like I don't need a good shag' tilt to his
head.

"Well..." Jonathan smiled devilishly, "hope there's room for two more!"

Jonathan dropped his pants to reveal his beautiful boycock. Owen followed
suit, but stalled when came to his shirt. I could tell that he was nervous
due to his size, so I stepped over to him and took it off for him. I took a
long look at the boy as he stood before me, arms folded across his chest to
conceal his plump boy breasts. He had a truly magnificent cock, at least 5
inches of stiff, uncut meat. I took his hands in mine and pulled his arms
away from his body exposing his succulent nipples.

"You have a beautiful body Owen," I whispered in his ear, "please don't
cover it up."

He only smiled shly as I brought my lips to his and savored their glorious
taste. He parted his lips and gave me access to his sweet tongue. We
caressed each other as we kissed and I could feel his chubby little hand
grab hold of my raging cock. His mouth was hot and wet, not as wet as
Jonathan's I remarked to myself, but nonetheless intoxicating. We broke our
embrace and turned to the brothers behind me. Jonathan had taken Jack into
the shower and was busy cleaning the young boy. I fell into a trance as I
watched the stream of warm, soapy water slither down his small back and
cascade over his bubble butt. Owen brought me back to reality as he knelt
before me, taking my engorged prick into his throat. He was a talented
cocksucker and I almost exploded every time my glans massaged the walls of
his tight throat. He used his hands to caress my balls, rolling them around
as his hot mouth pumped on my throbbing meat. I looked up to see Jonathan
and Jack exiting the shower.

"It's all yours," Jonathan smiled, "you two have fun."

"Oh," Owen pulled off my straining prick, "we will!"

Jonathan and Jack pulled their pants back on and exited the bathroom. I led
Owen into the shower and held him close to me as the water poured down onto
our naked bodies. I broke our embrace and sat down with my back against the
shower wall. Owen stepped in front of me and offered his rigid cocklette to
my hungry mouth. I pulled back on his foreskin exposing his purple glans. I
shoved the slick head into my mouth and savored the juices with my
tongue. Owen moaned as I took him all the way into my mouth and began to
suck. I kneaded his giant globes in my hands as he rocked into me. He
steadied himself on the wall and I could feel his legs begin to tremble as
his orgasm drew near.

"Wait," he panted, "I wanna cum with you inside me."

I almost shot my load at those very words. I lowered him onto my lap and my
cock buried between his ass cheeks. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo on the
soap ledge, pulled him off of my aching hard on and applied a healthy
amount of the slick liquid to my groin. He lined up over my prick and then
slowly lowered himself down. He winced a little as the head popped in so I
steadied him, allowing him to rest for a minute. He must have been ready
because he pushed my hands away and slid down my pole.

"Mmmmph," he moaned as his asshole spread and his butt slapped down onto my
lap. I picked him up again and moved in the shower stall until i was laying
on my back with the plump boy straddling me. We began a slow rhythm of
fucking and I hugged him tightly as I invaded his young hole. He fucked his
hard meat into my stomach as I pounded away at him. I was very near my
orgasm as he sat up and jerked his own flesh. He thrashed about as he
neared his orgasm and I felt his ass clamp down as he fired a thin stream
of boymilk onto my stomach and chest. The pressure of his gripping ass sent
me over the edge and I soon felt my own cum fill his bowels. He collapsed
onto me and we lay there in the flowing water for a moment. We both came
down from our explosive orgasms as the water grew cold. We got up and I
turned off the water.

"That was awesome!" he panted.

"Yes it was," I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, "you are a truly hot
little man Owen"

He smiled and we both got dressed. We left the bathroom after cleaning it
up a bit and returned to the rest of the gang. Jack and Simon were curled
up together, laying across a pair of leather seats. Both boys were deep
into sleep and we walked by them quietly, careful not to disturb
them. Jonathan and Max were playing PS2 and Owen soon joined them. I
noticed Brandon sitting by himself and staring out the window. I knew that
there was something really bothering him but I wasn't sure if he was ready
to talk about it. I decided that I'd take a shot and I grabbed a couple of
shot glasses and a bottle of rum from the bar and made my way over to the
seat next to him.He looked up at me as I sat down and lowered the tray
table in front of me, setting the bottle and the two glasses down.

"You look like you could use a drink," I smiled at him.

"yeah," he just went back to staring out the window.

I poured a shot a piece and he quickly downed his. I followed suite and
then poured another. He reached out for it again but I held it back.

"This one's gonna cost you," I said plainly.

"Huh?" he looked confused.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I handed him the drink. He slammed it again.

"Nothing," he went back to the window.

"Brandon," I began, "I know that you don't know me and you have no reason
to trust me...but I want you to, I want you to be comfortable and let me
help if I can."

"You don't have to be nice to me," I saw a tear form in his eye, "I know
that you prolly hate me."

"What!?" I took a chance and placed my hand on his bare arm, "what on earth
would ever make you think that I could ever hate you?"

"Because," and the flood began, "it's all my fault."

"What's your fault?"

"Everything!" he began to sob, "I almost got us all killed. If you hadn't
have come I don't know what we would have done and it's all my fault. I
believed Charles and I got everybody to come along. I almost got Jonathan
killed. I know you really love him and I almost got him killed."

"Noooo," I pulled him close to me, he melted into my embrace, "this wasn't
your fault at all. You had no way of knowing that Charles and Mr. Hill were
bad news. They lied to you. You were just trying to get everybody out of
that hell hole Wells. You did nothing wrong! Nobody thinks you did!"

He just buried himself deeper into my body and wept. I held him there for
about ten minutes before he finally let the events of the day run out of
his young body. I held him and ran my fingers through his dark hair. He
sniffled a few more times before looking up at me.

"Brandon I want you to know that you did nothing wrong," I held his chin in
my hand so that I could look into his eyes,"everything will be ok now."

He dried his eyes and sat back up again, "Sorry about that."

"You have nothing to feel sorry about Brandon," I smiled, "you all have
been through quite an ordeal today. It was bound to catch up to you sooner
or later."

"Yeah," he sniffled, "I guess so."

We drank another shot and he told me about his life up to that point and
all about what made him tick. I just sat back and took it all in. I smiled
as he spoke and before too long we were both drifting off to sleep. I
looked up and noticed that the other boys had beaten us to it. We would be
landing in LA in about an hour and I figured it would do us all good to get
a little shut eye. Brandon looked at me as if to ask permission as I pulled
him close to me and we fell asleep in each other's arms.


None of the boys stirred a tick as we touched down in LA. Xin Mae and I
startled to attention. We spent about 30 minutes on the ground before we
were back in the air, splitting through the night sky. It would be a long
flight to Darwin and I figured that I'd let us all sleep for as long as
possible.

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We touched down in Darwin, Australia at around 2:30pm, two days after we
had left. At about 14 1/2 hours ahead of Chicago time, the trip thus far
had taken about 22 hours; and we weren't finished yet. The boys drug
themselves off of the plane and stepped out onto the tarmac under the
bright Australian sun. The time change was disorienting for everyone and
they were soon asleep as we shuttled to the marina. We boarded my yacht,
waiting for us at the docks, and headed out across the Indian Ocean to the
Strait of Balding. The boys marveled at the exotic ocean water.

"It looks like it's painted bright blue!" Max exclaimed as we rode the
giant waves. The boys had only ever seen the dark waters of Lake
Michigan. The warm crystal waters of Bali were a magnificent change.

The boys pointed as a school of dolphins flirted around the giant boat. In
the distance, the lush green scenery of Bali's southern coast line, After
about an hour, we made our way around the norheastern ridge and headed into
the Java Sea, my island estate not too far off in the distance. We coasted
in through the hidden inlet located on the southeastern tip of Sumolyu
Island. The boys shouted and leaped towards the railing as they took in the
amazing beauty held secret in my private bay. We pulled alongside the long
wooden dock and the boys raced for the gangway.

"Ok boys..." I pleaded with them to slow down as they burst out onto the
dock.

Amid a flurry of 'wow's' and oh my God's' I was able to direct them to the
Hum V at the land's end of the dock. Xin Mae, who had been piloting the
vessel, cut the engines and secured the yacht. We made our way up the dock
and piled into the Hum V. Xin Mae got into a jeep parked close by and
nodded to me as she sped off down the dirt road towards the estate. She
would be gong ahead to make preparations for our arrival.

"Where's she going?" Simon asked.

"Xin Mae is going to prepare the house for our arrival." I answered.

"Ok," Simon contented.

"Where are we going?" Max naturally asked.

"I thought we'd clean up first with a nice swim." I smiled.

"Well," Brandon spoke up," For starters...how are we gonna get clean in
salt water...and second, we don't have any bathing suits"

"Well," I smiled at him, "for starters...we aren't gonna be in salt
water....and second, who said anything about suits. This is our island!"

The other boys laughed at this but Brandon remained quiet and reserved. I
kicked the Hum V in gear and we rumbled off in the opposite direction of
the house. We whipped along the winding pathway and the boys took turns
sitting on the edge so they could whip the leaves of the trees as we
passed. A sharp turn and then a short climb took us to a stop at the foot
of a large canopy of trees.

"Alright boys!" I announced as I jumped out of the Hum V, "we're here!"

The boys all stared at the wall of foliage, then at each other, back to the
trees, and then at me.

"It's through here silly's!" I smiled as I led us through the brush. I
parted the last bit of foliage out of the way and smiled as I heard the
boy's gasp. Before us, looming about 50 feet over us, was a large rock
formation overwhich a lavish water fall spewed forth an endless offering of
fresh water. The roaring waterfall crashed into about a 100 hundred foot
wide natural spring. The water was crystal clear and the shoreline was
covered in rock and plant formations. The spring itself reached about 18
feet in depth with several rock ledges lining its walls. The entire area
was a breath taking testament to the awesome power of raw natural creation.

"This is awesome!" Simon yelled, the rest of the boys shared in his
enthusiasm. Well almost everyone. Brandon remained quiet as he surveyed the
area.

"Well boys," I spoke as I rid myself of my pesky garments, "it's bath
time."

There was no further invitation needed. The boys flung off their clothes
and ran to the edge of the spring, yelling and jumping as they dove into
the cool water. I followed suit and plunged in between them. I was in a
state of incomparable bliss. I was neck deep in beautiful water, surrounded
by the finest scenery nature had to offer, but both paled in comparison to
the breathtaking display of naked boyflesh which captivated my eyes on all
sides. I watched their soft bodies dart underneath the glassy surface of
the water. Bubble butts and waving cocklettes danced before my lustful
eyes. It was an interesting duality I found myself in. While on one hand I
lusted after each one of their magnificent bodies, the images of future
lovemaking filling my loins, and on the other, a love for each new son that
consumed my heart to the point that I feared it would burst in my chest.

I looked over and saw that Brandon had entered the water on the other side
of the spring. He swam and played with Owen and Jonathan and I marveled at
his lovely figure. I could only catch brief glimpses of his sweet boycock
as he moved so fast under the water. Whenever he caught me looking at him
he quickly turned around and swam under the water. I floated over to
Jonathan and took my fine young lover in my arms, holding him to me as I
stood on one of the many ledges. We kissed deeply and laughed as I swirled
him around in the water. I spread his smooth ass cheeks with my hands and
he shuttered as the cool water invaded the opening to his hot ass.

"You want in there don't you?," he smirked.

"The thought had crossed my mind," I squeezed his cute little bum.

"Maybe later..." he leaned in with a quick kiss and then swam off, tackling
Owen and dragging him under the water as he did.

"Do you own the whole island?" I turned around to find Max and Simon
swimming up to me. They clung onto me and straddled my hips, one on each
side. I could feel their soft little pricks mash into my sides and I felt a
familiar stirring in my balls. Their obvious comfort level, demonstrated by
their open contact, gave me the go ahead to hold them up by their naked
bottoms.

"Not the whole island sweetheart," I smiled at them, "just this part of
it. All in all about 500 acres."

"Wow!," Max exclaimed, "that sounds like a lot."

"It is," I laughed.

"So...," Simon stammered a moment before posing his question, "Jack has
told us all about you. He told us that you have done do sex stuff together,
and that you and Jonathan are lovers."

"That's true," I answered, "but that doesn't mean that I expect that of any
of you."

"Oh..." he looked dismissed by my remarks, "so you only wanna do that stuff
with Jonathan and Jack then?"

"No, no," I corrected him, "I didn't mean it like that. I would love to
have fun with all of you. I just don't want any of you to think that you
have to or you can't stay here."

"Oh," Simon brightened, "oh...ok."

"I just didn't know about you and Max here..," I squinched Max's cute buns
causing him to giggle, "Jonathan told me that you to had never done
anything with a grown man before, so I didn't really know what to expect."

"We like to fool around," Max smiled, "but yeah, we've never done anything
with someone like you...I'm mean someone older. Not that you're old or
anything..just....ah nevermind."

We all laughed at Max's fumbled words. I hugged them into me and gave them
both a small kiss on the cheek as I sent them swimming off to play with the
others. There would be plenty of time for more exploration. I noticed
Brandon resting his head on his arms as he floated against the spring
wall. I swam up to him and took up a spot to his immediate right. He
startled a little and quickly brought his legs down from a floating
position, to one of resting against the rocky wall.

"Are you enjoying the spring Brandon," I smiled at him. In the distance,
the other boys were darting in and out of the crashing beauty of the
waterfall.

"Yeah," he smiled, "it's so awesome here. But..."

"What is it Brandon?" I brushed a slick of black hair from his face and
then let my hand fall down to his bare shoulders, "what is bothering you?"

"It's hard to explain," he began, "it's like...ya know, I just can't seem
to relax. Not like I'm scared, more like I just can't seem to feel not...oh
I don't know!"

"Like you just can't let your guard down?" I aided.

"Yeah!," he found something familiar in my words, "it's like...I've been
surviving in that hell hole for so long that anything nice just seems like
a dream."

"I understand Brandon," I rubbed his back gently, "but you can believe that
this is real. I'm real. And this place, your home now, is real."

"I know," he started to cry, "I know...I just..."

"It will take time my love," I pulled him to me and finding footing on a
small ledge I held him dear, "but I promise you we will have all the time
you need."

As I held him close to me he finally relented and wrapped his 13yr old legs
around me. I could feel his little cock now, pressing into my stomach and I
suddenly understood why he was so shy around me. I remembered Jonathan
saying something about Brandon having a small penis and how he had always
felt inferior because of it. He told me of how Brandon would allow men to
abuse him because he said that none of them would want him for anything
else. My soul cried out for this beautiful boy in my arms. He had lived a
life that up to this point had been robbed of everything that I had always
taken for granted. He had been beaten down, neglected and made to feel like
he wasn't worth the very air that filled his young lungs. But worse than
all of this, he had been betrayed by his own body. The only thing that was
truly his own, was his greatest source of sadness and his most painful
reminder of his self promoted sense of shame. I ached for him. I pulled his
head up from my chest and kissed his full, sweet lips. He opened for my
searching tongue and I massaged his as he moaned. I kneaded his hot ass
with my strong hands and I could feel him growing hard against my rippled
abs. I found his pulsing boyhole and caressed its outer ridges. He moaned
more as I felt him push his body down inviting my finger to enter his juicy
ass. I got a finger inside and massaged the inner walls of his magnificent
hole. He pulled away from me and turned, taking up a position to be fucked
against the spring wall. This was all he knew how to do. He knew nothing of
being pleasured himself. He thought nothing of being the focus of a man's
love and passion. I would change that. I swore it to myself.

"No Brandon," I turned him around and lifted him up onto the edge of the
spring, "I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to feel as good as you
have made others feel."

"I don't.." He covered his rigid 3 1/2 inch cock, "you don't have to."

"Yes I do Brandon," I moved his hands out of the way exposing his stiff
member, "if I don't get that hot cock into my mouth I will surely die right
here and now."

"I'm no good for that," he looked down, "you should stick with Jonathan or
Owen."

"I want you Brandon," I spread his legs and brought him closer to the edge,
"you are truly a beautiful boy."

I lowered my mouth to his throbbing little cocklette and licked the tip. He
shook and let out a nervous moan as I made contact with his boyhood. I took
him into my mouth and rolled my tongue in circles around his turgid
shaft. He cooed as I sucked him in. He grabbed my head with both hands and
began to pump into my face with a force that I was sure was born out of
years of pent up need. He was hard fucking my mouth as I savored every
ounce of his boymeat.

"Unngh...God....I think I'm gonna..." he shot a thick spray of boyjuice
into my mouth.

I had been jerking my own cock under the water and as soon as he let loose
his seed I filled the water in front of me with my own. His prick bounced
within my wet mouth and I looked up to see that his eyes had closed tightly
as his orgasm overtook him. His legs were trembling so I quickly picked him
up and brought him back down into the water with me. We held each other
tightly in the cool water as his orgasm slowly drifted away.

"That was the best cum I have ever had!" he panted, searching for a handle
on the moment.

"You gave me quite a load there pal," I smiled, "an I loved every drop of
it!"

"Thank you," he laid his head on my shoulder.

"You know Brandon," I said in a sweet, fatherly voice, "you are a beautiful
boy, with an amazing body. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are as
nature made you in its own perfect design. Like the trees and the water
around us...you are breath taking."

"I just..." he looked into my eyes, "thank you..."

I held him in my arms for what seemed like an eternity. As I looked around,
I could see that the other boys had all resigned to sun bathing on the
spring shore. Each one was a god in his own right. Spread out before me, in
an offering of paramount glory, were five of the hottest, most exquisite
displays of youthful male vitality. Owen with his plump uncut cock slung to
the side as he lay talking to Jonathan. Jonathan, my fiery stallion, whose
own succulent boycock lay hidden just on the other side of the cute bubble
butt that faced me. Max and Simon, where it not for the years represented
in size, could be considered identical twins. Both boys lay on their backs
with their legs up giving me a birds eye view at their lovely cracks and
the hot pink little holes inside. Both boys had ample little ball sacs,
only Max's swirling with precious boycum. Jack laid out perpendicular to
Simon, is head resting on his young friend's stomach. I had already had the
honor of sampling Jack's now almost 6yr old pricklette, his tiny shaft
seemingly overshadowed by his larger than average ringmeat.Yes, these boys
were some of the finest I was sure that the world had to offer. And while
the lust for their perfect little bodies seared in my flesh, I knew that
were I not to ever taste the sweet flesh of their bodies again, that I
would be content with just being their surrogate father and raising them on
my island. When given the magnitude of the new responsibilities that faced
me with the knowledge that I would now have to care for these boys, I was
solid in my resolve to give them the best that I could offer.

Brandon and I continued to float in the water. Since our lovemaking, he had
opened up a great deal. We talked about his life and about the things he
had done. There were moments of silence, laughter, tears, and above all
smiles as he and I grew closer to each other. I knew that this boy had a
beautiful soul; a soul that had up to this point been made to remain hidden
for fear of being beaten down. I told Brandon that I needed to get out of
the water and get some sun. He agreed and we climbed out onto the shore and
laid down together in the warm sun. He lay next to me with one half of his
gorgeous body draped across mine. We kissed for awhile before he simply
laid his head on my chest and we gave into sleep. Between the revitalizing
powers of the water, the warmth of the Bali sun, and most importantly the
magnificence of the young boy lying with me, I was drunk with life.

I was awoken by the splashings of water caused by the now rejuvenated boys
practicing canonballs in the crystal waters of the spring. Brandon laughed
and yelled for them to cut it out, as we were trying to get some
sleep. Jonathan laughed at him and splashed more water in our
direction. Brandon turned back to me and laid his head back down on my
large chest. I looked over and stared lovingly into the face of my
angel. Jonathan smiled at me as he mouthed the words 'thank you'. He
disappeared below the water and I turned back to the beauty at my side.

"Well," I caressed his soft back, "I guess we should probably get going."

"Yeah," Brandon agreed, "I'm getting really hungry!"

Almost on cue five other little voices proclaimed their dying hunger. I
mocked their pleadings as we gathered our clothes and headed back to the
Hum V. I guess they took their lead from me, as no one bothered to get
dressed. I, myself, never wore much for clothing while I was here on my
island. There wasn't much point to it. We loaded into the giant SUV and set
off for the house. Jack announced that he wanted to drive as he plopped
down onto my lap. His cute little butt squished down onto my flaccid prick
and could feel the heat of his hole slide along it. The others laughed as
he took the wheel, along with my gripping hands, and steered us along the
winding road that snaked up through the rainforest and along the Kai
Punanji river. The boys marveled at the scenery as birds of many varieties
flew over head and the occasional monkey leapt from on tree to another. Max
shouted as he pointed into the forest. A blank panther who had stopped at
the river's edge for an afternoon drink shot into the forest as the Hum V
roared closer. I could tell that for these boys, animals of this kind had
only been real on television. Jack left his duties at the wheel to
nervously watch the panther slink into the thick brush.

"Dont, worry my love," I kissed into his ear, "they can't get into where we
live."

He left the wheel alone and simply turned on my lap so that he was sitting
side ways. He laid his head into my chest and with his tiny fingers he
played with its coating of hair. The island is made up of one large, very
dormant volcano, and a smattering of tinier ones. My home had been built
along the western wall of one of the smaller ones, overlooking the large
valley in between it and the next skyreaching formation. We reached the
gated of the estate and waited as I reached Xin Mae through the guard box.

"Ok boy's, " I announced, "we're home."

The boys erupted in cheering and gasps as we made our way down the paved
road to the front of the house. Now when I say house, it may be somewhat of
a misnomer. You see, the boys new home was a 11000 square foot French
Country Manor wrapped around the ridge of the lesser volcano. Picture if
you will a kind of crescent moon type of building in traditional country
manor style with curves and peaks thrusting upwards to the Bali sky. The
two story structure housed 7 bedrooms, a master suite, a library, a 15
person theater, gourmet kitchen, formal and casual dining rooms, a fully
stocked gaming room, and 9 bathrooms. I had previously entertained many
international guests and believed when I designed the home that every room
should have it's own private bath. The grounds were well sculpted to bring
out the natural beauty of the estate. The bedrooms were all located in the
main building while the library, kitchen, gaming and dining rooms were
spread out into the adjoining structures with access by covered walkways.

We drove up the Italian marble drive way and parked the Hum V. The boys
jumped out and stood in awe at the giant structure before them. The front
area had a large fountain which spewed forth a gallant flow of sparkling
water into a basin filled with exotic fish. Jack and Simon ran over to the
fountain and remarked on all of the brightly colored fish. The older boys
just stood near me with their mouths hanging open.

"C'mon boys," I smiled as I walked up the stone steps to the large wooden
doors," you ain't seen nothin' yet!"


To be continued....


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