Date: Mon, 06 Dec 2004 15:42:40 +1100
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: Season's Greetings

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       Season's Greetings.................................justjames17.


The glare of the sun off the white sands of the small cay was blinding as my
boat approached carefully through the coral infested tropical waters, the
engine throttled right back almost at idyll speed as I coasted over the
shallows. I could see the reef dark against the white bottom, fish fleeing
from the shadow my boat's hull caste as it moved through the virtually
virgin territory. I was a long way off shore from the mainland coast of
Queensland, the Great Barrier Reef covered many thousands of square miles of
the ocean and I was approaching a small speck of land, a coral atoll set in
the wondrous aquamarine of these tropical seas.

I was spending the Christmas period on my boat, alone as I was the last
living member of my immediate family, I'm 43 years old still pretty fit for
my age as I work out at the gym regularly. I love the solitude of sailing
along these sensational waters stopping where I liked and enjoying nature in
all its beauty, my sexual needs satisfied with the aid of my faithful right
hand. This was always less complicated than the few romantic affairs I had
experienced in my life since I had turned 16 and admitted to myself that I
was gay. I had informed my best mate that I was gay to find him turn
completely homophobic on me, we had been friends for over ten years but it
all meant nothing as he punched my lights out screaming you fucking fag
don't ever come near me again. He stomped off leaving me crying and bleeding
on the grass of the school oval, surrounded by jeering classmates, some of
whom delivered a few good boots to my ribs.

After that debacle I pulled in my horns and retired back into my shell, I
became a loner at school for the rest of my time, an outcaste as no one
wished to be seen with me in case they too were labeled a queer or poufter.
My school life turned to crap the only bright side was my studies improved
and I graduated dux of my final year. I then moved on to University, here I
found out there were lots of gay people, they even had a gay union of
students, I thought this was heaven. I joined up and began to socialize with
my peers happily, I had my first sex at 19, and he was a very feminine guy
who loved being fucked. The only problem was I didn't want to be seen off
campus with him he was just too obvious, I was terrified we would get bashed
on the streets, this caused him to be hurt as he wished us to be a real
couple doing everything together. My previous experience at school put the
brakes on this arrangement and he broke it off with me completely.

I had a few one-night stands and over the months I became disillusioned with
the gay guys I was meeting, it was very disappointing here I was out and
eager but I couldn't find the right person to love. I began to retire back
into my shell again emotionally, oh I still got together now and then to get
my rocks off usually after a party I'd end up with some guy in bed
somewhere. We'd have a night of hot sex but the sparkle wasn't there to
create a real relationship, it was very frustrating and I began to think I'd
never ever meet the Mister Right in my life. I graduated top honor student
in my field and left the University to enter the business world, it was the
infancy of computers and the IT industry so I was groundbreaking. I worked
hard developing my own programs and they were a great success so my
fledgling business progressed rapidly, I was coining money at an incredible
rate. The Government loved me my taxation was skyrocketing, the accountants
were happy and kept increasing their fees accordingly, but I was miserable.
I was alone, sure there were a lot of avaricious gay guys trying to hook up
with me eyeing off my Porsche cars my snappy clothing and my always full
wallet, I knew what they were after and I entertained them till they
realized I knew what they wanted then they drifted away.

My family, Mum, Dad and my younger brother a 19 year old stud were all
killed in a car accident on their way to see me one Christmas, I was
devastated at the news and the joy of Christmas was destroyed in the
accident. Every December 25th my eyes filled with tears as I remembered and
prayed for my family and I never really celebrated the festive season again,
it was too painful. That was fourteen years ago but I still can't enjoy
Christmas even after all those years. I now had a firm that ran smoothly
without my constant presence and I spent long periods away on my 20meter
yacht communing with nature. So here I was motoring into this idyllic atoll
preparing to anchor off the unspoiled beach.

I stopped the diesel engine and hurried forward to lower the anchor to the
fine white sandy bottom, the chain rattled as it ran out then ceased as the
yacht slowly turned into the light breeze. She pulled back on the anchor and
I felt it bight into the bottom as the hull shivered slightly, I tied off
the chain and walked back to the cockpit. I grabbed a small watertight bag
and put my sunglasses and a cool bottle of water into it attaching it to a
belt loop, I was only wearing a tattered pair of cut off denims my body
almost mahogany from the exposure to the sunlight as I stretched myself then
dived overboard and began the swim into the beach. I reached the shallows
and walked up onto the blinding sand and opened the waterproof bag on my
waist I pulled out my sunglasses and put them on as I wandered along the
pristine sands.

I walked for about a kilometer and rounded the end of the islet and began
walking up the rear side as I walked I noticed some wreckage scattered on
the shore, lifejackets, pieces of wooden superstructure from a boat. I
stopped to check the flotsam out and thought it looked very recent, some
poor mariner had come to grief recently in the area, I continued walking and
saw a body on the sand in the distance. I ran towards it and found a man
lying there dead, his body stiff as a board but still fresh so he hadn't
died long before, his head was bent at an unnatural angle and I realized
when I touched him his neck was snapped. He looked to be about 30 or there
about and had been a fine specimen of manhood, thick blonde head of hair and
through his partly opened eyelids I could see his blue eyes. His body was
naked and covered in bruises, cuts and abrasions I guessed the boat had hit
the outer reef and broken up there in the surf.

He had been flung into the turmoil and his body had been battered and torn
as it was swept through the sharp coral, his clothing probably had been torn
off in the turbulence. I rolled him onto his back and saw his flaccid
manhood lying squashed against his thigh, he had been a real man by the size
of his appendage, and it was about 5 inches long and very thick with a
superb foreskin. I thought to myself how I'd love to have known this stud
when he was alive. I began to dig a hole in the sand with a piece of timber
from his boat and soon had a grave dug; I rolled him over into the grave
then began to cover him up. I finished my skin glistening with sweat and a
fine coating of sand dusted over me so I stood there head bent as I mentally
prayed for this unknown stranger. I finished and ran into the water to wash
off the irritating sand, I stripped off my shorts and Speedos to remove
every granule then holding my clothes I walked from the water and continued
my walk along the sand.

I sauntered along my mind thinking of the poor guy I'd just buried, when I
saw in the distance another body on the shore, it looked to be a long way as
it was very small in the distance so I began to jog along the sand my
genitals bouncing as I ran naked. I didn't bother dressing as I expected
this person to be dead like the other guy, the distance quickly closed and I
realized the body wasn't as far as it looked because it was a child not an
adult. I reached the spot where it was lying; the palm trees overhead shaded
the body from the sun. I stood there looking at a young boy probably around
6 or 7, his hair identical to the dead man's he was obviously his son. The
boy was well tanned except for his bone white arse which gleamed in the
light it's deep crack dividing the two superb melon like orbs, his body
although scratched was not as damaged as his father's probably due to him
being smaller and lighter he'd been lifted by the surf over the worst of the
corals. He'd probably lost his clothes in the surf as he'd been tumbled
along in the turbulence; I knelt down beside the lad and gently rolled him
over.

I was shocked he was supple not rigid like the man, had he died since he
reached the beach I bent down and placed my ear to hid tanned smooth chest,
his young heart still beat although weakly. I picked him up in my arms and
began to run around the island. I couldn't cross the center due to the heavy
scrub there so I had to take the long run around the circumference on the
sands. I began to falter about half way back and sat down on a fallen palm
tree holding the little angel in my arms I couldn't put him down I just had
to nurse him to my heaving chest. I sat there panting watching his handsome
young face when I saw his eyelids flutter, the long white lashes flickered
then the lids parted revealing his blue glazed eyes. His cracked parched
lips parted and I moistened them with a sip of water, he coughed most of it
up, I offered him some more he swallowed it and tried to sit up.

I lifted him upright and steadied him offering him more water; he greedily
swallowed it and looked at me then said, " Where are my Mummy and Daddy? We
got wrecked on the rocks out there and I haven't seen them since we went in
the water last night. Do you live here?"

I looked into his eyes and felt my heart groan in pain, how was I to tell
this little lad his Dad was dead on the beach? He was so angelic, so
beautiful, and so incredible sweet, he was the handsomest young boy I'd seen
in a long time, and my penis was twitching beneath his little bare bottom.
I'd never felt this way about a child before I was confused, how could I
become sexually excited by a prepubescent boy? All right he was an
exceptionally handsome little tyke with a gorgeous smooth tanned body and a
cute little package between his legs but he was a child not a sexual being.
The boy wriggled on my fast erecting cock as he felt it poking up into him,
he opened his legs and there standing up against his little genitals was my
rampant rod.

He looked at it and giggled saying, " Your peepee is all hard and pointing
upwards, it feels all hot on my skin."

I blushed then his small hands grasped my cock gently then began to stroke
my cock as if it was a puppy, I was nearly fainting with excitement as he
slid his hands up and down coaxing large gushes of pre cum from my knob. He
said, "It looks like you want to pee or something, there's stuff coming out
of your dicky."

I was speechless with lust as he rubbed his tiny fingers across my helmet
scooping juice up and studying it closely then he sniffed it and licked his
fingers testing the taste. I nearly orgasmed at the sight of him licking his
digits clean of my juice, unprepared for what happened next as he bent down
and placed his rosebud lips on my slippery knob. I groaned aloud as he took
me into his mouth licking my knob as he sucked it, I pulled him back away
from my cock and he pouted saying, " My Daddy lets me suck his peepee, why
can't I do it to yours as well?"

I was amazed at what I heard was I hallucinating from the hot sun? No I was
quite sane and normal except I was enjoying the attentions of a young boy on
my cock, this wasn't normal at all but it was incredibly erotic to say the
least. I thought maybe he and his father were naked when their boat hit the
reef; maybe they had been enjoying each other on the deck while the mother
was below asleep. Possibly this is what caused the disaster, they had been
too busy enjoying themselves and hadn't seen the atoll in the darkness.
Whatever had happened here I was on a deserted tropical paradise with a
horny young boy lavishing attention on my penis, it was incredible to say
the least.

I said, " If you really want to suck me you can young fellow, what is your
name?"

He grinned at me and said, " My name is Mark, but my folks call me Marky,
what's your name?"

I grinned at him and said, " Well Marky my name is Roger, and can you tell
me what else you and your Daddy do together?"

He nodded and said, " He licks me all over sometimes, I love that it tickles
so much I have to pee then my Daddy drinks my pee, he lets me drink his
sometimes too it tastes so salty. He sucks my little peepee too and he
really likes to lick my bum and put things up my hole."

I gasped and asked, " What sort of things does he put up your hole Marky?"

He thought for a minute then said, " Screwdriver handles, his fingers he can
get four up me now," He announced proudly, " But not long ago he could only
put one in there it hurt too much but now I can get four up me, he was
trying to put his peepee in me last night when we crashed onto the rocks. Do
you know where my parents are Roger?"

I was amazed at the candid replies the boy was giving me then I realized he
didn't know it was against the law his father was his law and he loved his
son in all ways, completely. I watched as his blonde head bent back to take
my cock into his mouth as I shivered with expectation. How could I tell the
boy his parents were dead or at least his Dad was I presumed his Mum had
been below when their boat struck the reef her body was probably still
trapped inside the destroyed sunken hulk. I said, " Would you like to come
and see my yacht Marky? It isn't far now just around the corner up ahead."

He nodded vehemently and as I'd regained my strength I lifted him as I stood
and began loping off along the sands once more. We rounded the corner and
there in the distance was the gleaming hull of my yacht, he looked up at me
and said, " Gee Roger it looks pretty big our boat was much smaller than
yours I think."

I nodded and asked, " What sort of boat was yours Marky?"

He said, " It was a Boomaroo 26 trailer sailer, it was great because we
could tow it all over the country, visit everywhere. We live in New South
Wales near Newcastle."

We reached the shore opposite my yacht and I said, " you hang onto my neck
and float on my back and I'll swim us out to the yacht ok?"

He nodded and we entered the water as soon as it was deep enough I began
swimming and Marky hung on my back I could feel his little cock rubbing on
my skin as I swam. It seemed to get excited by the movement and I felt it
grow bigger and harder as I swam, he giggled and said, " Oh Roger my peepee
is getting all hard from rubbing on you he, he, he."

I loved the feel of his tiny erection rubbing and poking my flesh and was
sad when we reached the Wanderer, and I helped him climb up the boarding
ladder, my hand under his cute little white bottom feeling his rubbery plump
little cheeks. I caught a quick glimpse of his little pink anus as he
stretched over the low railing onto the deck, my heart fluttered at the
tantalizing sight of his cute little boy hole. My tongue twitched to taste
his fragile arse. I climbed aboard and led him below after drying off, his
little boner stayed hard the whole time I dried him. He was amazed at the
size and opulence displayed below decks and said, " Wow Roger this is like a
mansion you see on TV, like in the movies it is unreal."

I took him to the galley and asked if he'd like a soft drink he nodded and
smiled saying, " Yes please Roger can I have a Coke?"

I fished out a cold can the moisture beaded immediately on the cold aluminum
as the warm air circulated around it, I opened the ring pull and handed it
to him he rubbed it over his cute face enjoying the coldness on his sun
warmed skin. He tipped the can up to his pink lips and I watched his tiny
Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the cold beverage. He put the can on
the bench and licked his salt cracked lips saying, " That is so great I
needed that badly, my body feels so dry inside."

I began to prepare some sandwiches as the boy must have been starving if
their yacht sank last night it could be at least twelve hours or more since
he'd eaten and probably a lot more than twelve hours as it was now nearly
4pm. I was hungry, as I hadn't eaten since breakfast the kid must be
ravenous, as boys always seem to be starving no matter when the last feed
was. I made a heap of sandwiches as Mark sat there drooling until I said, "
For goodness sake Marky start eating before you flood the boat and we sink
as well."

He grinned and fell on the food like a ravening wolf, I made sure to keep my
fingers out of his way as I added food to the plate in case he chewed on
them as well. The feeding frenzy slowed after about ten sandwiches
disappeared into the bottomless pit and he sat back to take a sip of his
Coke. I could see his little stomach was distended considerably by the huge
intake of calories and I placed my hand on the smooth warm distended skin
feeling his vitality surging inside him. The food was recharging his
depleted supply and he was recuperating rapidly, I bent and kissed him on
the head, he lifted his face to mine and kissed me on the lips tenderly
saying, " Thank you Roger I was so hungry, you have saved my life."

I kissed him back and the boy pushed his little food tasty tongue into my
mouth, I was surprised and taken aback as his invader raced about my oral
cavity testing and tasting my teeth, pallet, under my tongue and between my
lips and teeth. He pulled back and grinned at me then said, " You taste
better than my Dad, and he smoked and tasted as well as smelled of tobacco.
I like kissing you Roger your nice."

I blushed and said, " Thank you Marky, I liked you kissing me you tasted of
sandwiches and made me feel hungry, I nearly ate your sweet young tongue."

He giggled disarmingly and said, " There's plenty of sandwiches left Roger
you'd better eat some then can we go looking for my parents?"

My heart lurched in my chest and I said, " I think you need a little sleep
before we do that Marky, you go lie down for a little while on my bunk."

He looked at me and yawned wide, I could see crumbs of his food in his mouth
as he yawned hugely stretching his cute little arms as he did so. I looked
at the paler armpits and saw smooth flesh not one hair just like his
prominent little pubic mound completely bald and so smooth, I so wanted to
lick him all over like he'd told me his Dad did but I wasn't game to try it
unless he asked me to. I led him by the hand into my cabin and lifted him
onto the huge bunk, he kept hold of my hand and said, " Please Roger lie
down with me till I go to sleep please."

I couldn't refuse him anything so I joined him on the bed and we lay there
naked together, I waited till his tiny fingers relaxed on my hand and his
breathing slowed as he dropped off to sleep. I rose and went to the galley
to eat some sandwiches, polishing off all those left even two his cute
little teeth had taken a bite from. Those two tasted the best of all knowing
his sweet mouth had been wrapped around them. I returned to the cabin and
joined the little angel in his slumbers on my bunk, I lay down making sure I
didn't wake him and as soon as I settled he rolled across onto my body
throwing one arm and leg onto me and pressing his little willie against my
hip. I smiled at him and then my eyes closed as I too fell into a deep
sleep.

I was awoken some time later by a strange feeling, my cock was hard and I
felt something tight and hot wrapping around it, I cracked open my eyes to
see Marky squatting over my cock slowly pushing down on it with his spread
arse. I gasped in surprise as he looked up, his face a picture of
concentration as he absorbed more of my erection inside him. He was
sweating, panting through parted lips as he gasped out, " Oh Roger your
peepee feels so much better then my Dad's his was too big for me I could
only get the tip of his in my hole no matter how hard I tried, it just hurt
too much."

I lay there daring not move as I watched my cock disappear little by little
up his furnace like rectum, the tightness was almost painful as if I had a
large rubber band wound round and round my pulsing prick till it was as
tight as it could be. I felt if I stayed inside Marky too long the loss of
blood flow might cause gangrene to set in or my cock would fall off like
sheep's balls when they castrated them. The boy was now sitting on my lap my
tool fully embedded up his posterior, I was shaking with pent up lust as he
sat there acclimatizing his tiny rectum to my invader. He then lifted up and
I felt his colon sliding up my pole, the tight crimson tube tantalizing my
nerve laden knob as his miniscule muscles tweaked on my penis. He reached my
knob still trapped in his hot hole then paused quivering for a moment before
he pushed down faster bottoming out as he sat on my pubes. He obviously
enjoyed the sensation as much as I did and he began to speed the movement up
until he was bobbing quickly wriggling as he bobbed. I was in heaven my
whole body afire with sensuous cravings as my balls swelled filling with my
juices, Marky was perspiring from the strenuous work out, his little legs
quivering tiredly as I climaxed heavily he grunted as I bellowed out, " OH
FUCK LITTLE ONE I'M BLOWING YOUR TINY ARSE FULL OF MY CUM."

He jigged up and down frantically sucking the sperm out of my balls as he
enjoyed the feeling of being flooded, filled with my hot juices. His hard
little boner was standing straight out from his belly as he climaxed dryly,
his eyes rolled up into his pretty head as he collapsed on my groin still
impaled on my tool. He lay there convulsing, twitching and panting until his
climax passed then I felt my now nearly flaccid penis sliding from his tight
still pulsing sheath followed by a gush of my frothy cum which saturated my
sweaty pubes. I gasped as my cock flopped onto my groin, Mark whimpered at
his loss his hole stretched but empty except for millions of my desperate
sperm seething about in his guts searching for something they would never
find.

Our senses calmed and Mark sat up looking at me slightly dazed, his sweaty
face flushed from the exertion and he said, " Wow Roger that was great, I
got your whole peepee up in my hole it felt great and I felt you do your
sperms in my body, I loved it."

I nodded and said, " It felt incredible being right up inside your body
Marky, I've never felt so good or excited before in my life."

He smiled at me and said, " You really mean that, you make me feel so good,
I feel like a really special boy after you said that."

I grinned and caressed his thighs then said, " You are a very special boy
Marky, and I've never ever seen another boy like you before. I wish you were
my son little man."

He struggled up onto his knees and said, " Thank you Roger if I didn't
already have a Daddy I'd love you to be mine."

He looked down at my cum matted pubes and said, " Oh I made a mess on you
when your peepee fell out I'd better clean you up."

He bent and began to lick and suck the cum from my curly pubic hair,
stopping every now and then to remove an errant hair from his mouth until my
pubes were clean and glistening with his sweet saliva. He then lifted my
greasy cock up and began cleaning it of the residue left from his tight
arse, a mixture of my cum and his natural internal lubricant. My penis soon
began to swell once again as his hot wet mouth licked and sucked me, I was
soon close once again and I grunted out, " Marky I'm going to cum again,
ooooh ooooh geeeeees!"

The tyke sucked my juice out like a vacuum cleaner and did a creditable job
of controlling every drop. He let my cock drop from his mouth and opened his
mouth to show me his little tongue coated with my pearly cum, I kissed him
sucking his tongue into my mouth tasting myself there and relishing the
taste and the thought of where my cum was.

I turned Mark around to look at his swollen puffy inflamed little ring, I
could see my juice at his puffed lips and I did something I'd never done
before I licked his puffy rosebud, Marky whimpered and pushed back on my
face as I inhaled the scent of his abused bum. I pushed my tongue into the
slack little muscle and opened him easily then began sucking the tasty load
from his rectum; he was wriggling on my tongue moaning deliriously as I
cleaned him out completely.

I finished his arse and then turned him again kissed him and said, " Happy
Christmas Marky."

Mark smiled at me delightedly his blue eyes twinkling and rubbed his button
nose on mine then said, " Thank you Roger, Happy Christmas to you too."

I now had to work out what I could do about his family and what would happen
to my little Christmas angel in the future. I had to find out if he had any
relatives and if he had none whether I could adopt him, being a single male
I didn't like my chances. Then again I could just take him with me and treat
him as my son, the authorities would not know he had survived the sinking
and would not be searching for him. I had to somehow tell him his parents
were dead and ask him if he would be prepared to come with me as my son.

I thought possibly I may have to show him his dead Dad on the beach where I
had buried him, I cuddled him to me and I said, " Marky I have some terribly
sad news to tell you."

He answered before I could say another word, " My parents are dead aren't
they Roger. I know because they would be looking for me by now if they
could."

I sat there tears in my eyes and nodded saying, " Yes Marky, I buried your
Daddy on the beach just before I found you, your Mummy is lost out in the
sea somewhere but she is dead too I'm afraid. "

He sobbed and said, " Can you take me to where my Daddy is buried please
Roger, I want to say goodbye to him. I loved him so much."

I said, " Ok we will go now before it gets dark I'll launch the inflatable
and we can run around the island quickly in it. It will be better than
swimming and walking."

He nodded and we went up on deck, I released the winch and cranked the
rubber ducky up off the cabin top swinging it over the side and lowering it
into the water, Marky was over the side in a flash of bare skin and was
seated waiting as I undid the lifting cables. I jumped aboard and away we
motored quickly navigating around the island till I saw the mound of sand
with the board stuck in the sand as a marker. We ran onto the beach and the
dingy scrapped onto the sand, Marky bounded out and ran to the mound digging
into the sand to uncover the body of his Daddy. He had bared the rigid face
bent to one side at an unnatural angle and was uncovering the chest as I
arrived, he gently cleaned the sand from his father's magnificent chest
stroking the inert nipples. He continued baring the taught stomach and kept
going till he uncovered the flaccid manhood, grasping it tenderly in his
hands as he brushed the clinging sand from the mighty organ.

He bent into the grave and kissed the tool, then each massive ball was
kissed, he raised his tear covered face to me and said, " Why did my Daddy
have to die, its not fair he was so good to us, he loved me so much and I
loved him too."

He threw himself into the grave onto the still and rigid cold body crying
loudly, wailing in utter sorrow and pain, my heart was breaking as I watched
his pain, I thought I shouldn't have brought him here to cause him such
utter misery. The boy hugged his dead Father and kissed his cold lips then
he stood up and began pushing the sand back onto the still form, I began to
help him but he said, " No Roger, let me cover him please it is my last
chance to do something for him."

I was amazed at his sudden maturity, his words sounded strange coming from
such a young boy. I backed off and watched as he covered the body gently but
thoroughly leaving the twisted but handsome face till last, he tenderly
turned the head so it was facing straight up to the sky and then covered it,
his tears dampening the sand as he mounded it over the remains. He finished
and knelt there in prayer for some minutes then he stood up brushing the
sand from his hands and body, he turned to me and said, " Come on Roger let
us leave him in peace now, I've said my goodbye."

We walked to the dinghy and washed of the remaining sand then climbed into
the boat and I pushed off, started the outboard and began motoring back
around the island, Mark watched the gravesite until it was out of sight then
he turned and looked over the bows not saying a word. We reached the
Wanderer and I made fast to the lifting slings, Marky climbed out onto the
yacht and I followed him then winched the rubber ducky back into it's
position on the cabin. I tied it down again and turned to see the boy
sitting pensively his chin on his hand staring at the island.

I walked across and sat next to him but didn't touch him, as I didn't know
how he would react, we sat there silently for some minutes then he reached
out picking up my arm and placing it across his shoulders. I hugged him
tightly and he rested his head on my arm as we sat there silently communing
with nature. The sun set while we sat there and Mark stirred slightly then
said, " Can you be my Dad Roger, I'd really love to be your little boy."

My heart leapt in my chest as I nodded speechless, I cleared my throat and
finally croaked, " Oh yes Marky I'd love to be your Dad, I'll look after you
for ever and ever."

With that we went below decks hand in hand and I turned on the lights below.


				 The End.