Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2005 12:23:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island (9)

   Little Jacob and I cuddled in the hot tub for a while longer, then,
climbed out. I dabbed at his sweet little naked body with one of the large
towels that were staked adjacent to the spa, then patted his firm little
butt, and sent him on his way. I wrapped another towel around my middle,
and wandered off across the pool area toward a brightly lit building at the
far side of the compound, curious as to the source of the laughter, and
conversation that wafted across the open pool area.

   As I approached the building, it became apparent that it was a sort of
arcade, generously filled with dozens of the amenities that served to amuse
young boys, and even select adult men. There was at least one of every type
video game I had ever seen, plus air hockey, and ping pong tables, and even
four pool tables lined up down the center of the huge pavilion. I paused
just inside the entrance, letting my eyes scan the veritable feast of young
boy flesh that populated the space, and felt my cock thicken ,as I took in
the vast array of naked, and nearly so, delicious young boys in attendance,
all shrieking, and giggling happily as they partook of the wide variety of
amusements.

   I stepped put of the doorway, and took up a post along one wall, slowly
devouring the assembled cuties, the towel around my middle rapidly becoming
tented. Many of the boys were gloriously naked, the wide variety of boy
cocks deliciously displayed in every direction, while others donned the
very sexy little loin cloths that were suspended from the fine gold chains
at their slim waists. My eyes traveled around the crowded room, and settled
on the most perfect boy butt that I had ever encountered. He was at one of
the pool tables, and had his lithe body stretched across the length of
green felt, as he lined up his shot. His creamy smooth ass was a perfect
bubble, twin globes of flawless flesh that dimpled as he flexed his leg
muscles. The protruding curvature of tight melons were a perfect handful
each, not one ounce more, and were defined by the elongated cleft that
divided each smooth cheek perfectly, while leading the way to his wrinkled
pucker, the very center of his being. My cock grew fully hard, obscenely
poking out the towel, as I feasted on this display of perfect boy-ass, and
I decided on the spot that my rampant cock would find itself gleefully
immersed in its treasure before this evening ended.

   The boy completed his shot, and stood, turning profile to my position to
say something to his partner. I audibly gasped when my eyes came to rest on
his equally perfect cock, and snug ball sac. He was tumescent, his cock
rising about half mast off his groin, the plumb ball sac below tucked
snugly between his toned thighs. He was circumcised, and the mushroom
shaped head of his cock flared invitingly, a vibrant pink in color, topping
a satin smooth shaft that appeared to be about four inches in length, and
not yet fully hard. I felt my mouth flood with saliva as I stared at the
vibrant tube of perfectly smooth boy meat, and took note of the silky patch
of pubic hair that lightly shadowed the creamy skin of his groin, just
above the root of that mouth watering cock. I shuddered, mentally
processing the sudden surge of pure desire, and lust that flooded my body.

   I tore my gaze away from his beautiful center, and drifted my eyes
upward, drinking in the slimness of his build, and the smoothness of his
torso. His nipples were large, and a slightly darker tone than his tanned
chest, and his face was drop-dead cute, as he grinned at his partner,
showing brilliant white teeth, and small dimples in each smooth cheek. I
guessed him to be well into his thirteenth year of life, possibly even
fourteen, his looks beginning to solidify toward maturity, while at the
same time reflecting a boyishness that I was sure he would carry throughout
his entire life. He was going to be one of those boys who would still have
that enticing boyish look about him no matter his chronological age. At the
bottom line, I was smitten, and definitely in lust, so I moved forward, my
eyes never wavering away from this perfect specimen as I crossed the room.

   I walked up next to him, and stepped very close to him, inhaling the
aura of him, and his incredible boy scent. He turned his head toward me,
and a slow smile spread over his face, and he said, his clear, young voice
as perfect as the rest of him, "Hello , Sir, I hope that you are enjoying
your stay on the Island, and your evening." I smiled back at him, and
dropped my hand down to grasp his firm cock, squeezing it gently, and
replied, "I am, thank you, and, it's only going to get better, because you,
my perfect young man, are coming with me, right now." He glanced down,
briefly focusing on my hand gripping his now fully erect boyhood, then,
again met my gaze, and added some wattage to his heart-stopping smile,
saying, "It will be my pleasure Sir, and thank you for finding me to your
liking, sir." I ran my thumb across the smooth head of his cock, and
watched his eyes flicker with pleasure, and replied, "Yes, boy, your
pleasure is very much what I have in mind, and my own, as well."

   I turned, and started toward the entrance, leading my perfect specimen
by his rock hard cock, and grinned like the Cheshire Cat, as I watched
dozens of pairs of astonished eyes follow our wicked retreat from their
midst. Outside, I led the boy to a nearby umbrella table, and sat on a
chair, as I centered his lithe body before me, standing between my spread
legs. His turgid boyhood danced in front of my hungry eyes as I continued
to fondle him, stroking his now six inches of throbbing boy meat, as my
other hand molested his plump balls. I looked up at him and smiled, saying,
"You are incredibly beautiful, and sexy, and I am going to ravish every
inch of your incredible body, starting here." With that, I leaned forward,
and engulfed the full length of his pulsing cock into my hungry mouth. The
boy groaned, and flexed his slender hips slightly forward, then back,
gently sawing his thick, fleshy stalk in and out of my sucking mouth.

   As I sucked his rock hard prick, I continued to fondle his plump balls,
pushing the firm orbs around gently inside the smooth bag. His hands came
up, and he ran his fingers through my hair, as he kept up his slow rhythm
of moving his cock in and out of my mouth, small sounds of pleasure
escaping his throat. A small group of younger boys, probably around ten, or
eleven, walked by, pausing briefly, to witness our little tableau, giggling
sweetly at the sight of one of their brethren enjoying the serious blow job
I was administering. They offered sweet words of encouragement to the boy,
and myself, then, moved on, giggling among themselves about his good
fortune. It briefly crossed my mind to gather up the entire small group,
and adjourn to the bungalow, to line the little cuties up, and take each
one in turn, but I demurred, deciding that the poster-boy of youthful
perfection that was this moment sawing his incredible boy cock into my
mouth deserved my total attention.

   As I continued my oral ministrations, I slid my arms around his slim
waist, and cupped the perfect globes of that ass in my hands, reveling in
the firm smoothness of the supple flesh as I kneaded them, sliding my
finger down the length of his warm, snug cleft. He increased his moans, as
I located his wrinkled pucker, and diddled my fingertip against it, sensing
the firm little ridges of tissue that guarded his very core. He rocked up
on his toes, and bent slightly from the waist, and I pressed my finger
against his resistance, then through, delving knuckle deep into his
incredible heat, and smoothness. He grunted, and I felt his anal muscle
relax, allowing deeper penetration of my digit, so that it slid over his
small prostate, causing him to suck in his breath, and moan.

   I increased my suction of his drooling tool, and slid my finger back and
forth over his hard little nut, tugging gently on his plump balls with my
other hand. The boy was audibly panting now, and flexing his hips, his
orgasm rapidly building, as I stimulated his sweet spot repeatedly. I felt
his balls pull away from my grip, and climb higher in his silken sac, and
his shaft grew harder, and thicker in my drooling mouth, then, erupted, his
creamy discharge pulsing into my mouth in strong, rapid jets. I savored the
acrid flavor of his essence as it sprayed over my tongue, and slid down my
gulping throat. As his fingers tugged sharply at my hair, and his grunts
became a staccato of passion filled noises, as he unloaded those plump
balls into my hungry mouth, until he was drained.

  Finished, the boy staggered slightly, and I gripped his creamy globes
tighter, giving him support for his now slightly rubbery legs. He
shuddered, and I stood, wrapping an arm around him, and pulling him close
against me, as I started us in the direction of my bungalow. He leaned his
head onto my shoulder, his soft, fragrant hair tickling my skin, and sighed
heavily, then said, "That was awesome, Sir, totally awesome!" I chuckled,
and slipped my hand lower, again cupping one perfect ass cheek, and
replied, "Indeed it was, a perfect appetizer, an excellent warm-up for
what's to come." He lifted his head, and looked into my eyes, a sweet smile
painting over his pretty face, and asked sweetly, "Are you going to fuck me
now, sir....please...?" I gave the firm melon another squeeze, and answered,
"Yes boy, absolutely, and repeatedly, until I have marked every square inch
of this incredible boy pussy as my own!" He giggled sweetly, again nestling
his head on my shoulder, and said, very softly, "Thank you, Sir!" I leaned
closer, and pressed my lips into his sweet smelling hair, and mumbled, "It
will be my sincere pleasure, boy, as well as your own." I quickened our
pace toward the bungalow, eager to sample the many delights of this silky
smooth package of perfect boyhood.

(To Be Continued)
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