Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2005 14:10:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island (11)

   Andre and I cuddled on the bed a while, lightly touching each other, and
talking softly. I got up, and went to the bathroom, and washed up, then
returned with a wet wash cloth and towels. I washed his smooth, trim body,
and cleaned the lube, and my leaking cum from his slightly puffy little
pussy. Refreshed, we wandered naked into the living room, and Andre turned
on the TV, while I went into the small kitchen, checking for some snacks,
and drinks. The refrigerator was well stocked with soft drinks, and beer,
but while the cupboards contained ample stores for full scale meal
preparation, there really wasn't anything much in the snack department. I
went to the telephone, and punched in the room service numbers, and ordered
a snack tray of various meats, cheeses, and crackers. I retrieved some
sodas from the fridge, and joined Andre on the sofa.

   He had channel surfed around some, and apparently landed on the Islands
closed circuit channel, and was happily engrossed in a man-boy porno
show. As I sat next to the naked boy, I placed an arm around his shoulder,
and let my fingers idly play over his large nipple as we watched the very
hot action on the big screen set. Andre was obviously enjoying both the
screen action, and the attention I was paying his now very stiff little
nubbin, and his pretty cock stood proudly hard above his sparsely haired
groin. As I watched the TV, I idly wondered if the show was some kind of
commercial production, or if perhaps it was live Island action that had
been recorded for future viewing. No matter, I decided, shifting my
attention from the TV, to Andres hand, as it moved into his lap, and began
idly playing with his very firm erection. It was a total turn-on to sit
there and watch the fourteen year old boy fondle his cock, and toy with his
snug balls as he stared at the torid scenes unfolding on the screen.

   I was really getting into seeing the cutie touch himself this way, and I
stacked some throw pillows against the arm of the sofa, then, shifted the
boy so that he was reclined against them his lean, smooth legs splayed
obscenely over the sofa. I sat back, and indicated that he should just
continue, and let me watch him pleasure himself for a while. My own cock
sprang to life as I settled back watching Andre, and he got heavily into
showing off for me. He ran his small fingers lightly up and down his stiff
shaft, and wet his thumb in his mouth, then, rubbed its wetness over the
smooth head of his cock, causing his slim body to shudder gently. His other
hand toyed with his plump ball sac, his fingers probing, and rolling each
orb in turn. He lifted his cute butt slightly, and slid a finger into his
moist cleft, finding the recently fucked boy pussy, and probed it, before
pushing his finger inside. "Oh cool, I can still feel you're cum inside
me!" He chirped sweetly, his lovely smile lighting up the room. I watched,
totally fascinated, as he fingered his snug little chute, his other hand
still stroking his rock hard erection. Unable to resist, I wrapped my hand
around my own hard cock, and slowly stroked its thick length as I watched
the boy closely, still tossing furtive glances at the TV, where a man in
his late forties was swallowing the small cock and balls of a boy around
ten, or eleven.

   Our sexual reverie was rudely interrupted my the door chime, and I
suddenly remembered the room service order. I sighed, and tore my eyes away
from Andre's handi-work, and stood up. I told him to go easy, and not to
cum in my absence, and he smiled, nodding his pretty head, as I walked to
the door. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see the same young
waiter that had served dinner to Jacob and me earlier that evening. He
walked through the door with a smile, the food tray balanced sharply at the
end of his outstretched arm, and said, "Hello again, Sir, I trust that you
are enjoying a pleasant evening." I nodded, returning his smile, and
replied, "Indeed I am, thank you, in part due to the pleasant company, and
also in part due to your very professional service." He smiled some more,
and replied, "that is most kind of you, sir, but I'm sure dinner with a
lovely lad such as Jacob outshines the service element. I chuckled, and
told him, "Yes, well, young Jacob was delicious, to be sure, and I enjoyed
him very much, but, at the moment, I am enjoying Andre, even more." His
face lit up, and he muttered, "Andre is here...oh my...he is my absolute
favorite of all the beautiful boys on the Island!" I smiled, and nodded,
unable to disagree, and asked, "Is he...well, I can certainly understand
your feeling that way....tell me, have you...um...had the opportunity
to...uh...explore your feelings for him?" He shook his head, and replied,
"Sadly, no, the guests keep him rather well booked, and staff is only
permitted to partake of the boys when they are not in demand of guests."

   I smiled, and took a step toward the living room, signaling for him to
set down the tray, and come have a look. He put the tray on a table, and
stepped over next to me, and followed my gaze to the sofa. His eyes popped
wide, and he made a strange sound in his throat, as his gaze landed on
Andre, sprawled naked on the sofa, his hands busily rubbing his rock hard
young cock, while he idly finger fucked his tiny little boy pussy. The
waiter, groaned again, and the front of his snug sarong instantly tented,
as he muttered, "Oh my God!" I chuckled, and dropped my hand down to grip
his thick cock over the sarong, and said, "Why don't you get out of the
sarong, and join me, I'm sure young Andre would enjoy the attentions of us
both." He looked at me, incredulous, then gazed longingly back at the
handsome, and obviously horny boy, and mumbled, "You are very kind Sir,
very kind, indeed!" His hand tugged at the brightly colored sarong, and it
puddled at his feet, freeing a very nice seven inch specimen of young
manhood, as it slapped loudly against his smooth groin. I reached down my
hand, and closed it around his thick shaft. tugging at it gently, so that
he followed me into the living room. As we stopped at the foot of the sofa,
I said Andre's name, and he opened his eyes slowly, then wider, as he
focused on the two very erect adult cocks that waved before him. I smiled
at him, and winked, then said, "Dessert is here, Andre, and, I hope it's
enough!" His soft eyes flitted back and forth between our two cocks a few
times, and he giggled, then said, "What a great surprise, Sir, my very
favorite dessert, and so much of it, too!" We chuckled, and joined the
sweet naked boy on the sofa.

(To Be Continued)
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