Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2005 14:13:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island (13-final)

   I came awake slowly, opening my eyes, and realizing that is was
daylight, although no sunlight was yet streaming in through the windows. I
looked over at the clock, and determined that it was just past six a.m.,
which explained the lightness, and the lack of sunshine. I rolled over onto
my back, and surveyed my two sleeping bedmates, and smiled, as the memory
of the previous nights activities ran through my mind like a video tape. I
settled my eyes on Andre, his slim, naked body curled into a fetal position
as he slept, his soft blond locks splayed across the pillow. I shuddered
slightly, as my eyes roamed over his perfect little butt, and my cock began
to stir, as I remembered the incredible heat, and satin smoothness, of his
snug little tunnel firmly gripping my invading instrument, as I had fucked
that sweet little boy pussy. The after taste of his creamy boy batter still
lingered in my mouth as well, and I gave another shudder, recalling vividly
the sensation of his rock hard little nail flooding my mouth with his
surprising volume of spitting nectar.

   I reached out my hand, and softly caressed the small melons of his sweet
ass, and drug my finger through his still moist cleft, then leaned over,
and softly licked the blemish free small globes, inhaling his boy scents,
mixed with the slightly acrid aroma of semen. As well it should be, I
decided, recalling how both Aaron, and myself had vigorously fucked the boy
the previous evening, each of us filling him to overflow with our pent up
loads of cum. I lifted my head, and looked the other way, my eyes settling
on the still sleeping Aaron, and once again felt my cock respond, as I
drank in the beauty of the slightly older boy. He was stretched out on his
back, his legs splayed widely, and his flaccid cock rested against his
groin temptingly. His spent balls hung loosely in the wrinkled sac of his
scrotum, and I reached out to gently run my fingers over them, before
tracing a finger over the shaft of his soft cock. He stirred slightly, and
rolled onto his side, and I ran my hand over the mounds of his pretty ass,
before rolling into a sitting position, then, standing. I looked once more
at the sleeping boys, and shook my head in wonder, giving mental thanks for
the opportunities that this incredible Island had afforded me over the past
week.

   I walked into the bathroom, and dug into my toiletry kit, retrieving my
toothbrush, and shaving gear. I stood at the sink, and began my morning
ablutions, brushing my teeth, before swabbing shaving cream over my
face. As I began sliding the razor over my stubble, a still groggy Andre
appeared in the open doorway. I looked at his reflection in the mirror, and
winked, as he gave me one of his dazzling smiles, and said, all sleepy-boy
voice, "I really gotta pee!" I chuckled, and indicated the commode with a
nod of my head, and he stepped quickly in front of it, his hand grasping
his soft little cock. I watched him in the mirror, as his angelic face
showed slight strain, and his cute little butt dimpled, as he strained to
begin his flow. The expression relaxed, as his small dick erupted, and his
strong stream noisily splattered into the bowel. I chuckled again, thinking
how incredibly hot it was to watch this small golden boy relieve his
morning bladder.

   He really did need to go, apparently, as the enticing little show lasted
a full couple of minutes before he finished, and cutely gave his little
cock a few last shakes, before turning away from the toilet to face me. I
winked at him again, and he giggled, as his gaze focused on my cream filled
face. "You look funny!" he said, and I had to chuckle along with him,
thinking that from his perspective, I probably, in fact, did look funny. I
went down on one knee in front of him, and gently cupped his plump ball sac
in the palm of my hand. I tugged on the snug bag, and pushed at his jewels
with my fingers, and smiled, as I watched his pretty cock inflate, and
rise, to stand proudly off his near hairless groin. In seconds, he was rock
hard and pulsing, and I ran my fingers lightly up and down the shaft. He
giggled, and thrust his small butt forward, causing his boyish tummy to bow
outward. I gripped his stiffness with one hand, stroking it, and stabbed my
free hand index finger into his tiny navel. He giggled, and squealed
loudly, quickly reversing the thrust of his butt, trying to pull away from
my invading finger. I extended my arms, and wrapped them around his slim
waist, pulling him toward me, and quickly slid his rampant cock into my
mouth. He yelped, and grabbed at my hair, as I slid his full length into my
mouth, and pressed my shaving cream covered face into his smooth groin. I
sucked him for a minute or two, then, backed off, smiling at the smears of
white lather that surrounded his throbbing boy meat. He looked down at
himself, and giggled, and I turned him toward the door, and gently slapped
his cute buns, then nudged him toward the bedroom, saying that I needed to
get cleaned up. He scooted through the door, and disappeared, as I stood,
and resumed my shaving.

   I had a long shower, and toweled off, then returned to the bedroom. As I
entered, I blinked a few times in reaction to the bright morning sun that
now flooded the room, and as my eyes adjusted, the stunning tableau that
was playing out on the bed came into focus. Aaron was lying on his back,
with sweet Andre straddling him. He was sitting upright, with Aarons hands
on his slim waist, guiding his rhythmatic movements, as he rode Aaron's
thick cock. The soft moans of their mutual pleasure mixed with the erotic
squishing noises of their well lubed juncture, and the scent of lust hung
in the warm air of the room. I watched for a minute, my cock rapidly
swelling to full erection under the towel at my waist, until the loose
slip-tie let go, and it fell in a puddle at my feet. Following my bobbing
erection, I crossed over to the bed, and sat on the edge of the mattress. I
leaned over, and moved my face to within inches of their joined bodies, and
stared, fascinated, as Andre rode Aarons shiny, well lubed tube of flesh,
his tiny rosebud spreading, and closing, with each penetration, and partial
withdrawal. Captivated by the sight before me, I wrapped my thumb, and
forefinger in a circle around the shaft of Aarons turgid meat, and used my
other fingers to tickle Andre's plump, swinging, balls as he rode up and
down. The heat, and the smells, were overpowering, and I groaned, as I felt
my precum ooze from my aching cock.

   I climbed fully onto the bed then, and positioned my self to their side,
on my knees between the two fucking boys, scooting first to Aaron, and fed
my drooling cock into his sweet mouth. He sucked me skillfully for a
minute, or so, and I withdrew, and moved into position, rose up, and fed my
cock to the delectable Andre to suck. Back and forth I moved, feeding my
cock to each pretty boy in turn, as Andre continued to bounce sweetly on
Aaron's thick tool. All too soon the crescendo built to its peak, Aaron
being the first to fall over the edge, as he released a loud guttural
groan, and grabbed Andre's thin waist firmly, as he lifted his hips off the
mattress, and drove deep into Andre, as his exploding balls drained their
thick syrup into the boy's tender bowels. Shortly thereafter, Andre wailed
loudly, as Aaron wrapped his fist around his bouncing cock, and rapidly
stroked him to completion, his almost purple cock head ejecting his boy
batter in repeated splatters onto Aarons heaving body.

   I had backed off feeding the boys my cock during their orgasms, not
wanting to interfere with their moment of blissful release, and had lay
back, stroking myself, as I watched their final seconds unfold. Both boys
now turned their attention to me, as they separated, and conjoined at my
crotch, together orally attacking my leaking cock, until my own orgasm
erupted, and my thick ropes of semen coated both their pretty faces. Once
again drained, we tangled into a mass of legs, arms, sweating bodies, and
wilting cocks, holding each other, and panting heavily.

   Some time later, as the three of us recovered our minds, and bodies, we
adjourned to a three way shower, soapy hands caressing whatever, and
whoever's, supple flesh that our combined hands encountered. We toweled
each other dry, then, departed the bungalow, and crossed over to the dining
area, where we happily consumed a breakfast that would have pleased any
king. Outside again, I hugged, and fondled, the two cuties one last time,
and we parted, with me heading back to the bungalow to pack for my
departure, from this boy paradise know as The Island.

   I had finished my light packing, and dressed, already dreading the
prospect of my return to my normal life, and the real world. I used the
phone to summon Brandon, the pretty twenty year old boy that had been the
first Island staff I had met, when he had met my arrival flight. It seemed
fitting somehow, that Brandon would also be seeing me off on departure,
although I wished to my very core that it could remain a one-way trip. I
heard Brandon's golf cart arrive out front, and I picked up my bag, taking
one last, fond look around the bungalow, and savoring the memories that it
held, then, headed out the front door to meet him. He met me part way on
the sidewalk, and took my bag from me, saying, "I trust your stay was all
that you imagined, Sir." I let my eyes roam over his sexiness, and linger
briefly at his bulging crotch, and nodded, replying, "All that, and more,
Brandon, my one regret is the leaving, I could truly stay forever." He
flashed his pretty smile, and nodded, offering only, "Understood, Sir." I
followed, as he turned, and walked toward the four seated cart.

   We approached the golf cart, and Brandon dropped my bag onto the front
passenger seat, turned to face me, and grinned wickedly. I cocked an
inquiring eyebrow at him in silent question, and he reached into the rear
seat area of the cart. He lifted a quilt that was spread there, and removed
it, revealing to my now grinning face the naked little pixy boy that had
been hidden underneath. He was stunning, as virtually all of the Island
boys seemed to be, probably a recent thirteen in age, slim of build, and
sporting the all over golden tan that I had grown accustomed to. He was
also sporting a very cute erection, a good four inches in length, also
slim, and nicely cut. The flared head of his cute boy cock was a perfect
helmet shape, and a darker tone than the shaft. The whole morsel extended
outward from a sparse number of silky pubes, and topped a pair of very
inviting balls, which filled the smooth scrotum nicely. I smiled at the
boy, and licked my lips, feeling the saliva flood into my mouth, as I
contemplated the opportunity to play with this one last Island boy.

   I turned my attention back to Brandon, and again lifted an eyebrow in
question, and he smiled broadly, before digging into the pocket of his
sarong. He extracted a gold necklace, a slightly heavier link than the fine
chains used to support the boys loin clothes on the few occasions they
chose to wear them. He presented it to me, and I took it, holding it up for
a closer look. Suspended from the gold chain was a small replica of a
miniature erect cock, and tiny balls, also in gold, and I met Brandon's
eyes with a smile, saying, "For me...?" He nodded, and lifted a hand toward
the grinning cutie in the back of the cart, then answered, "Definitely Sir,
the necklace, a token for you to remember the Island, and Corey, here, to
make your ride to the airport equally as memorable." I shook my head, once
more in total awe of this place, and these boys, known as The Island, and
fastened the necklace in place, then happily climbed into the rear seat
with the very naked, and delicious Corey. As I pulled his lithe little body
onto my tented lap, and closed my fingers around his turgid little boy
cock, I grinned at Brandon, and said, "Take the long way, please, Brandon,
and, drive very slowly!" He smiled, and slid into the drivers seat,
replying, "Absolutely, Sir, there is plenty of time before your flight."

The End
Storyguy22@yahoo.com

This story ahs been a dream to write, and, I'm certain, would be an even
better dream to experience. Ah, that such heavens existed somewhere in our
world. Your response to the story has been incredible, and each of your
comments are deeply appreciated. To all of you who traveled with me, and
shared the adventure, my very deep thanks. And, as always, many thanks to
Nifty, just for being there.  Rob