Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 23:06:15 -0400
From: JSL <jsl2k4@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Island pt.7

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Well it's been awhile but you know how it goes...life gets busy. Thanks for
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My Island-pt 7


That night a storm whipped through the valley bringing some thunder and
lightening along with the ample pouring of rain. I awoke several times
throughout the night, each time by the addition of one more boy, shaken
from varying degrees of fright brought on by the heavenly light and sound
show outside. As I mentioned before, I have more than enough bed space, so
accommodating the six young boys was no trouble. Arms and legs tangled in a
sea of soft flesh as my boys and I slept the night away.

Around 6am, I awoke and got up to relieve my straining bladder. Careful as
not to awaken the beauties now strewn out in all sorts of positions on the
bed, I made my way out onto the balcony. The rain had cleared, leaving a
dense mist throughout the valley. The sun had not yet fully risen and
savored the dawn light. I loved listening to the sounds of the rainforest
in the morning. In the distance, the calls of wild monkeys and the
occasional growl of a panther or tiger echoed throughout the valley. I was
brought back to reality by the sudden thought that I had been neglecting my
work over the past few days in order to see to the boys. I walked the
length of the balcony to the door of my private office. Once inside, I
booted up my laptop to check emails. As I had figured, there were several
from my top execs in each branch of my interests. Thankfully, none were
urgent. Rather, they were optimistic projections and kudos from the
dealings in Wisconsin. I alerted John Moorings, one of my most trusted
associates that I would be on sabbatical for an undetermined amount of time
and that I would be checking in periodically. He was online so we chatted
about new deals on the horizon and on some minor issues that were coming up
here or there that needed my direction. I had gone to great lengths in my
career to surround myself with the best of the best. Carefully selecting
potential executives from the top schools was only part of the process. One
thing that my father had taught me was that the first rule in making sure
that your exec's always keep the best interest of the company at heart is
to make sure that they never have a reason to let anything else get
closer. Simply put, I paid my execs an uncanny amount of money. They had
lavish returns to support their lavish lifestyles. Second rule, perhaps the
more important one, always be one step ahead of them. I paid good money to
have detailed information on each of the men and women empowered to direct
my affairs. Every corner of their lives was well documented. Now, don't get
me wrong, I'm not paranoid. Quite the contrary, my tracking of my execs is
simply to identify their needs and try and anticipate any problems. Just
good preventative maintenance.

As I clicked out of my email, I noticed a figure moving on the balcony. I
got up and walked over to the doorway to see Jonathan leaning against the
balcony railing. The dawn's milky glow silhouetted my young lover as he
stretched and shook the night's sleep from his young body. I came up behind
him and gently kissed the back of his neck as I told him 'good morning'.

"Good morning," he smiled a yawn as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Did you sleep well?" I kissed his forehead.

"That storm was a little scary," he massaged the small of my back.

"You guys have nothing to worry about sweetheart," I touched the tip of his
nose, "the house is very strong and we're all safe inside of it."

"I know," he leaned into me, laying his head against my bare chest.

"So," I rubbed his back, "are the others still sleeping?"

"Everyone except for Brandon," he broke our embrace and motioned down to
the pool below where I saw the form of a boy gliding through the water.

"Couldn't wait to go swimming again?" I laughed.

"Naw," Jonathan leaned onto the railing again, "he said that he just wanted
to be alone."

"Is something wrong?" I put my hands on his shoulders.

"Not really, well he thinks there is, but I told him not to worry about
it."

"Would you care to enlighten me?" I turned him around.

"It's no big deal," he began, "it's just that...well, he's kinda sorta had
a really rough life ya know? And I think that he's having trouble believing
that all of this is real. What happened between the two of you last night
really got to him. He's never been with a man who didn't hurt him. So I
think he's feeling a little lost."

"Wow," I gave a shocked look, "that's awfully insightful of you."

"I'm not stupid ya know?" he poked me in the ribs.

"I never ever thought you were angel," I goosed him back, "it's just that
you catch me off guard every once in awhile."

"Well," he smiled, "I've watched a lot of Oprah"

We both laughed as we held each other tight. I looked down at Brandon in
the pool and immediately felt a strong sense of empathy and love for the
somewhat broken boy.

"I think that I should have a talk with him then," I rubbed my sweet boy's
bare back.

"I think that's a good idea," he yawned, "besides...I gotta take a piss."

"Go on then ya little shit," I swatted his cute butt as he walked back into
the room.

As I walked through the house and down the staircase, my mind raced with
the thoughts of the beautiful boy waiting by the pool. I knew, based upon
what I had learned of the life that he had endured up to this point that
Brandon would be in a very awkward, vulnerable place when I spoke with
him. I would have to choose my words very carefully so that he wouldn't
suffer at all.

I walked down the path to the pool, taking in the sweet smell of Jasmine as
I eyed my love. Brandon was sitting at the edge of the pool, dangling his
legs in the water. The pool was temperature controlled to maintain an even
78 degrees at all times. I smiled as I watched him shift his weight from
side to side as he rocked on the stone edge. His sweet bubble butt kneaded
on the wet rock.

I slinked up behind him quietly, and then before he could turn to see me, I
dove into the pool. He startled as I disappeared below the water. I opened
my eyes underwater and turned until I saw his legs. I swam beneath the
surface until I came up for air right between his soft legs. As I cleared
the water from my eyes, I was greeted by the pleasant sight of his soft
little cock staring me in the face. I shook the water from my hair,
spraying him with the warm water. He giggled nervously as I rested my arms
on his thighs, stood up somewhat, and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his
sweet boymeat.

"Good morning my love," I gave a soft gaze into his eyes.

"Good morning," he sounded low; I decided to just get to the point.

"Jonathan told me what you two were talking about this morning," I held his
hands in mine.

"Oh," he looked scared, "what did he tell you?"

"He told me that you're having a hard time adjusting to all of this."

"Oh..." his lips were quivering and I knew I had to end his fear soon.

"Is that true," I smiled compassionately, "is that how you feel?"

"Yes.." he started to get glassy eyed.

"Hey..hey..," I comforted as I pulled him into the water with me in a tight
embrace, "I understand Brandon, believe me I do."

"Really!?" he looked into my eyes, searching for reassurance that he was
safe and that this place, his new home, was real.

"Absolutely," I kissed his forehead, "I can imagine that with what you've
seen in your life and especially with the way that men have treated you,
that you must be feeling very awkward right now. Kinda like you wanna just
let go and feel safe here, but at the same time you're afraid that it will
all turn out to be a lie."

He didn't speak, his lips were still quivering.

"Listen," I continued, "I want you to just take your time. I know that we
had a really intense time last night and we both said 'I love you'. And
while that's kinda easy for me to say because I know what it feels like to
be loved, I understand that it is a new territory for you. But I meant it,
I love you Brandon. I love everything about you. I want you to trust me
that what I tell you is true. This is your home now, no strings attached;
you can live here as long as you want without ever thinking that you owe me
something or that you will be required to pay for it with your body. Those
days are over with. Do you understand?"

"I think so," he teared somewhat, "I just want to relax so bad...but it
feels like my body won't calm down."

"That's called nerves baby," I wiped a teardrop from his cheek, " you've
kept a pretty big wall up around your heart for many years. Brining that
wall down is gonna mean that you might feel a little shaky. If you feel
like that, I just want you to tell me and we can spend some time
alone. We'll get through this together."

"Ok," he smiled a tearful smile, "I will. I want to, I want to so
bad. Promise me you won't leave me...promise you won't send me away."

Years of being discarded and used came pouring out of his tender body as I
held him tightly to my body. His young frame shook as the locked up
emotions came rushing out. I just held him there, floating in the pool,
letting him grieve his life. I knew that he would be okay. This was just
the release he needed to start on his path to allowing himself to be truly
loved.

"I wanna make love again," he pulled his head up and gave me a kiss on the
lips.

"Are you sure you want to do that right now?" I asked.

"More than anything in the world," he replied softly.

He leaned into me and gave me a full, deep kiss. Our tongues tangled as we
floated in the pool. We swam through the waterfall and into the steamy
grotto. I led him to the side wall and fell back against it pulling him
closer to me. I could feel his stiff prick jutting into my own hardening
tool as we continued our passionate kissing. But something was different
about our embrace. There was a deep, undeniably romantic feeling that was
coursing through our bodies.

Brandon ground his body into mine and our turgid cocks pulsed with the
friction. I broke our kiss and began to suck on his glistening
neck. Brandon moaned and cooed as I sucked at his neck, while groping at
his hot boyass. He pulled my head back up again and shoved his sweet tongue
into my mouth. I managed to get a finger into his tight hole as he bucked
into me. The heat of our love making was quickly reaching a boiling point
as he reached between us and held both our cocks in his youthful grip. He
jerked our poles together as he continued to grind his beautiful body into
mine.

"I'm gonna cum soon," he panted.

I picked him up and laid him down on the hot spring's edge. I dove onto his
hot meat and sucked him inside. He groaned loudly as I rolled my tongue
around his swollen shaft. I got my finger back into his hungry hole and
felt it clamp down tight as I stroked his prostate. That was all it took as
his ball sac tightened, his back arched, and he fired volley after volley
of fresh boycream into my waiting mouth. I savored his wonderful taste as I
pulled myself up onto the ledge, straddling my young lover. He picked
himself up on his elbows and took my raging prick into his sweet
boymouth. I knew that I would not last long and soon I was pumping my own
juice deep into his throat. He never missed a drop as he quickly swallowed
my offering. I collapsed onto the ground next to him, pulling him close to
me.

"I love you so much," he panted, still recovering from his orgasm.

"I love you too my sweet boy," I ran my fingers through his wet hair.


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The next few days saw us into a kind of living rhythm. We would spend the
days exploring the island, swimming at the spring, or watching movies in
the theater when it rained. Despite what you may think, it was not a 24hr
fuck-fest. Quite the contrary. I wanted to make sure that the boys and I
could grow in our relationships as a family and not as 6 little boy whores
and their man-keeper. At first, yes, there was a lot of sex. But as time
progressed we all just kinda worked the initial cravings out of our
systems. With the primal lust somewhat worn off, we were now free to
explore each other's minds as well as bodies.

We continued to not wear any clothing, that didn't change. But it no longer
carried as heavy a sexual overtone. We would play football in the backyard,
with someone, usually Max or Jack, feeling the need to use the pool as the
end zone. I loved watching their young bodies bronze in the bright Bali
sun. All of the boy's were getting darker as tan lines began to rapidly
disappear.

On Saturday, I woke up to my usual bed full of beautiful boys. Brandon,
Jonathan, and I had closed the night before out with a hot session of three
way love making as we listened to the sounds of Owen deep fucking Max. Max
had become much more in tune with his love for having his sweet little
boyhole invaded. Jack and Simon could usually be found late at night, still
in a 69 position as they had fallen deep into sleep after their crashing
orgasms. But per usual, the boys had all trickled into my room during the
night.

I rolled Brandon off of me and scrunched down to the end of the bed where I
stretched and yawned out the night's sleep. Before I could pull my arms
back in, Jack had already thrown himself over my shoulder and was grinning
widely at me.

"Good morning little man," I kissed his cute little lips.

"Good morning!" he gleamed.

"Ready for a shower?" I knew the answer already.

"Uh huh," he flipped over my shoulder and landed in my lap, his stiff
little pecker smiling up at me.

I carried Jack into the shower and turned on the water. He squirmed around
until he was facing me, his legs wrapped around my waist.

"Ready?" he grinned ear to ear.

"Let 'er rip baby," I smiled at him.

He giggled as he emptied his bladder between us. Now, before you go 'eeww',
let me just tell you that there was something so awesome about feeling
Jack's warm piss pool between us and then spill out over his small legs. We
had made a daily ritual of this now. Jack seemed a little obsessed with
pissing as he would finish emptying his bladder, then jump down, stand next
to me and hold my cock while I released my flow. He was such a cute little
boy, he took my cock as the piss shot out and moved it around, laughing as
he painted the shower wall with my stream.

"I love doing that!" he giggled.

"I know sweetheart," I patted his wet little head.

I grabbed the bottle of liquid soap and a luffa and set to washing my
little boy. He moaned a little as I washed his stiff little cock, and then
giggled again as I tickled his small little belly button. When I had
finished rinsing him off, he looked over his shoulder and gave me a
questioning glare.

"I'm not all the way clean yet!" he announced.

"I didn't say I was done," I swatted his little ass, "did I?"

He grinned and then bent over, resting his hands on his thighs. I spread
his cheeks and his tiny little pucker just winked at me. Jack loved to have
his boyhole cleaned by a hungry tongue and I was more than happy to
oblige. I worked my tongue around his tight ring as he rocked back against
my face. I kneaded his plump little ass cheeks as I flicked my tongue
around the opening of his lovely boyhole. He cooed as I stuck my tongue
inside his wet ass. Jack had learned how to open his hole by loosening his
tight little muscle. My tongue slipped deep inside of his hot ass and my
head began to spin with the intoxicating tastes of his sweet hole.

"Finger me...ahhhhhgod," he moaned.

I eagerly complied and replaced my tongue with a finger I had slicked up
inside my mouth. Jack moaned deeply as I buried my finger in his sweet hole
up to the second knuckle. He began fucking my finger and I just knelt
behind him, taking in the sights and sounds offered by a hot little boy,
hungry for an orgasm.

"Give...unnhhh...me...unnnh....another....mmmmph....finger!" he cried out.

This boy was sooo fuckin' hot! I was stroking my own aching meat as I
worked another finger into his stretched out boyhole. He just opened his
ass and welcomed by invading fingers. He was bucking back hard and I could
feel his ass muscles tightening around my fingers.

"Unnnh....ooohhhh....fuuuucccckkkk!!!" he contorted in orgasm as my fingers
buried themselves completely in his steamy tunnel. I reached around him and
felt his cocklette jerk and spasm in my hand. He slapped his hands against
the wall of the shower as his body shook in raw orgasmic pleasure. I loved
watching him dry cum, it was a very intense experience.

Jack turned around and took my pole into his small hands. I loved watching
him play with my cock. He would give a few quick jerks before slowing for a
series of nice, long, methodical strokes. Then it was back to the rapid
pumping as he watched my balls jump to his ministrations. He lowered his
face to my crotch and I could feel the hot sweetness of his boy breath on
my throbbing cock. He licked around the head as he tasted my precum. I
almost came the very instant he stretched his mouth as wide as he could to
take in my aching meat. He worked his mouth from side to side as he took
more of my flesh into his tight mouth. He only got about three inches
passed his hot lips before I was hitting the back of his scorching
throat. He gagged a little, but was soon on me like white on rice. He
sucked deeply and I could feel my prick jamming down on his spongy
tongue. I reached down and stuck a finger in his hole again. I loved
feeling him from the inside and he clapped down tightly on my digit.

"Ahhhhhyeesss baby," I moaned, "I love it when you suck my cock. You are
such a great cocksucker."

He just invested more into his actions with my words of praise. He was now
slamming my meat into his mouth as I finger fucked him to another
climax. We both let go together as his body shook for the second time, and
my man cream jetted down his open throat. When the last spray had filled
his mouth, I quickly pulled him up to me and tongued my cum out of his hot
mouth as we kissed passionately. When we finally broke our kiss, we were
both in need of a good rinsing.

"Someday I wanna have that big ol' thing inside me like you do with
Jonathan," he spoke as I came down from my rich climax.

"Maybe someday," I smiled a weakened smile still reeling from my cum.

I took him back into my arms and held him under the warm spray. He rested
his head on my shoulder and we danced slowly in the steam and water.

"Hey!" he suddenly shot up, "do you know what today is?"

"Saturday?" I knew where he was going with this...I just thought I'd play
with him a little.

"Nooooo!" he looked horrified that I didn't have the answer he thought I
should.

"No Jack," I smiled, "I'm certain today is in fact Saturday."

"But why is this Saturday special?" he was growing impatient. I knew I had
to let him off the hook.

"Ohhhh!" I gave a deep thoughtful expression as I pretended to rack my
brain for the answer.

"Well...?" he now looked pitiful.

"Oh I know!" he brightened, "it's your birthday!"

He squealed with delight as I spun him around.

"Can we have a cake?" he asked as if he were requesting a precious jewel.

"Oh my love," I gave him a kiss on the cheek, "you're gonna get more than
just a cake!"

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To be continued....


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