Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 14:32:24 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: welcome home stranger part 1 adult/youth

				WELCOME HOME STRANGER

				Part 1

				By Arthur


Authors Note:

This story is total fiction although some parts are based on fact. All
restrictions apply as to age or the laws in your country and the author
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Standing here on Maungakiekie (One Tree Hill) again after fifteen years of
living in the Pacific islands was not the best decision I had ever made. Oh
the view of Auckland was better than I had remembered, it spread its arms
out to all points of the compass and had grown considerably in the years I
had been gone but all those years in the tropics had made me forget the
weather and how it could freeze your bones when the wind was from the
south, as it now was. The misty rain that had just begun to fall was a
reminder that July in New Zealand was winter and not just the rainy season
with little temperature change like the islands.

My cotton short sleeved Safari suit was not the best attire to be caught
wearing in this country when the devil turned off the heat. The bare
outline of the two harbours were becoming more blurred as I made a dash for
the rental car to stop from becoming a new flavour in an ice cream
parlour. As I reached for the door of the car I tried to remember why I had
decided to come home from the leisurely life I had lead for the past
fifteen years, it couldn't be the economy it was a shambles as were most
places now days after the crash of the nineties. It definitely wasn't the
weather, so why leave an idyllic life style for this miserable lot. Why?
Well it's home no other reason, it was just time to come home and settle
down. I had a little money tucked away but that was not going to make me
settle any better and having to leave Selasi behind after six years
together broke both our hearts. I could still feel his strong young arms
around my waist as we hugged for the last time at Moresby airport, he had
been so loving and faithful but when it came time to go even with my
contacts in the government I could not get a visa for him to come with
me. Now I sat in a hired car on a hill in the middle of what is almost a
foreign city alone, damp and feeling as though I had made the biggest
mistake of my life, sentimentality, what a crock.

I started the car and turned toward the motorway and then out to the Motel
in Mount Wellington, alone and miserable. The city through the windshield
looked all glass and high-rise office blocks, no more quaint old brick or
stone buildings just square blocks of glass and steel, no character, no
personality, just utilitarian blocks of little boxes.

I had managed to get lost three times before I found the right turnoff for
the Motel and when I finally arrived the drizzle had become a downpour. I
had to be a nut case to have come back for this, the things that pride
makes us do, welcome to godzone country, yeah right. When I had left in 85
the number of immigrants was just beginning to increase but now of the 1.2
million people living in Auckland about half were immigrants from all over
the globe it seemed. From Asia, the Middle East, Europe and of course the
Islands. Auckland was now the largest Polynesian city in the world and
that's not counting the overstayers, and I came back to this, dumb
bastard. Now how the hell was I going to get inside the Motel without
drowning.

A knock on the drivers window brought me back to the present and I tried to
see who was stupid enough to be standing out in this downpour. Through the
water streaming down the window I made out a small figure standing under an
umbrella, his face giving the appearance of a drowned rat as he waited for
me to wind down the window.

"Yes"

"Excuse me sir, are you Mr. Batten?"

"Yes"

"My names Masoui, I'm here to take you inside out of the rain and to
register."

"Thank you Masoui, what about my luggage?"

"I'll come back for it Mr. Batten and take it to your room for you."

"Thanks again Masoui, lets go then, where are you from, Masoui?"

"Niue sir, I came here when I was seven with my parents."

"Really and how old are you now?"

"Sixteen sir."

"Finished school early did you?"

"Yes sir, but I go to night school now."

We had finally made the foyer with only wet sodden shoes and socks to show
for it, Masoui's clothes clung to him outlining his slim body for all to
see as he'd given me most of the umbrella cover and had taken the worst of
the wetting Hmmm, he was a real cutey, just my cup of tea as it were, maybe
things here had not all gone to the pack if the young guys were at all like
him, and from Niue, hot little place that was. The three months I'd spent
there were a joy to remember, never a lonely moment on that island, the
boys there knew what it was to have fun.

I sloshed my way to the reception desk as Masoui turned back into the rain
to get my bags from the car. That sight alone was worth coming home for,
his butt was the perfect two hander and with the wet trousers clinging to
it I almost forgot why I was here.

"Good evening, Mr. Batten isn't it?"

The receptionist was in his twenties a nice looking man but not my
style. My gaydar started to beep as I smiled over at him.

"Yes that's right."

"And how long do you plan to stay with us Mr. Batten?"

"I'm not to sure just yet, but a week at least, how are your bookings for
after that, if I decide to stay a little longer?"

"I'll make sure it wont be a problem for you Mr. Batten, just let me know
at the end of the week and I'll make sure that you're looked after."

"Good thanks, does Masoui know my room number?"

"Yes he has the key already, he'll set up your room for you, the meal you
asked for is in the fridge and the mini bar has been filled as you
ordered."

"Thank you again, ahh?"

"Collin, sir."

"Thank you Collin, 106 is it?"

"Yes Mr. Batten, straight down the concourse and on the left, you'll be
under cover the whole way, you can leave the car where it is for now, it'll
be safe there."

"Thank you Collin."

"Thank you Mr. Batten."

I turned from the desk and headed for the concourse. I was now really
feeling the coldness of the southerly wind and the dampness of my suit was
not helping any. I made it to the room just as Masoui brought in the last
of my bags, the poor kid was saturated, he had given away the umbrella idea
when he tried to lift my bags and he was now definitely in the drowned rat
variety of species.

"Thanks Masoui, here this is for your help."

"I'm sorry sir, we're not allowed to accept tips from the guests."

"Oh, I see, look you've done such a good job I feel you should have
something for all your good work. When do you have a day off?"

"Mondays sir."

"Day after tomorrow, ok how about I take you out for the day, our secret,
you can be my guide, I haven't been in Auckland for a long time and I'll
probably get lost in ten minutes and I've got a few things to do. You would
be a big help, and then I have an excuse to give you a day out, what do you
think?"

"As long as it wasn't to much trouble for you Mr. Batten."

"It'd be no trouble at all and I'm sure you would be a big help to me
during the day, it's a deal then, all day Monday?"

"Well, yes thank you I'd love to, what time would you like?"

"I'll see you here tomorrow sometime and let you know then, ok?"

"Yes that'd be fine, well everything is ready here for you, do you mind if
I leave you now, I must go and change?"

"Yes you go ahead before you catch your death in those wet clothes, I'll
see you tomorrow some time then."

"Ok Mr. Batten, and thanks a heap."

"No problems Masoui, thank you for your help."

If I wasn't so damn wet and cold I would have stood there and admired the
rear view as he departed for the front reception, that butt of his was a
killer and the rest was not ugly either. I turned and looked around the two
room suite, it was modern and well kept. The furniture was well maintained
and in good order, the carpet was thick and newly cleaned as were the
drapes and upholstery on the divan and arm chairs. It was a clean and tidy
place obviously well run and the staff? Well what could an exotic lover
like me say?

After a good and long hot shower I sat at the small coffee table with the
meal from the fridge and a glass of chardonnay as thoughts of what delights
may be hidden under Masoui's clothes. As sixteen is the legal age here
there was no worry about the law, unlike a lot of other countries and there
Victorian attitudes, of course this was all speculation on my part as there
had not been a hint of Masoui's sexual orientation in the few words we had
spoken but the loss of my lover Selasi and the free style of Island life I
had left, made me a little more forward than a lot of people were used
to. I thought I had better be a little more careful with my ways around
this city, not all people were so free thinking as I tended to be.

The image of Masoui filled my mind as I ate and drank and before long had
without realizing finished the bottle of wine and was feeling quite
painless. I stretched out on the divan and switched on the TV for something
to do, the aching in my back woke me at 2.00am still on the divan with some
sort of bible bashing going on the television. Definitely time for bed, I
groaned in pain as I rose, the cotton taste in my mouth from the over
indulgence of wine was not a pleasant feeling either.  I staggered into the
bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

A loud drum beat brought me back to my senses at some ungodly hour of the
morning, 9.00 o'clock I think it was, what with the wine and jet lag I was
not feeling in a very good mood as someone beat upon the door with a
jackhammer.

"WHAT?"

"Excuse me Mr. Batten, it's me Masoui, I was wondering if you'd like some
breakfast brought over?"

"Oh, just a minute Masoui."

I stumbled and almost fell out of the bed and grabbing a gown made for the
door, managing to stub my toe on the table as I went past it.

"F***"

"Are you ok Mr. Batten?"

The soft voice came through the closed door.

"Yes Masoui, just stubbed my toe is all."

I reached the door and opened it, he stood there in his uniform shining
like the lights of the Aurora Borealis. Damn if this is heaven or hell I
don't care just as long as he was in it my life would be complete. Masoui
asked again if I would like some breakfast and I had the chance to take my
first real close look at this vision of copper coloured delight.

He was about 5' 6" tall, his hair was like bright polished ebony, the now
bright sunlight shining and highlighting its blackness. His eyes were like
brown limpid pools surrounded by white sand beaches, the lashes long and
slightly curled. The redness of his lips in contrast to his copperskin were
asking to be taken and kissed for all eternity. His uniform covered his
frame but from the wet look of the day before I could let my imagination
have free rein in that department.

"I'm sorry Masoui, what was it again?"

"It's just that the breakfast kitchen is closing soon and I thought you may
like me to bring over some breakfast for you."

"That's very thoughtful of you Masoui, do you do this for all the guests?"

"Ahhh, no Mr. Batten, uhm, only the ones I like."

"Then I'm glad you like me Masoui, I would've slept till next week if you
hadn't been so thoughtful."

"My pleasure, Mr. Batten, what would you like, I'll get the chef to do
anything you want."

"I'm not all that great on breakfast Masoui, but I think some poached eggs
and toast with a very large pot of black coffee would just about do the
trick."

"That's ok Mr. Batten I'll bring it back in about fifteen minutes, would
that be ok?"

"That'd be fine, thanks Masoui."

"Ok I'll see you then."

I'm sure I saw a glint in his eye when he'd made the statement about the
people he liked, oh well dream on. I went to the bathroom and showered
again and in no time there was a knock on the door again. On opening it
there stood that copper vision again, a heavily laden tray in his hands,
this sort of service I could very easily get used to.

"Thank you Masoui, would you put it on the table please?"

"Yes Mr. Batten, I'll be back later for it."

"Ok, I'm going out for a bit of a drive later so just let yourself in to
get it."

"Ok Mr. Batten."

"Please Masoui, you can cut out the Mr. Batten bit when we're alone, my
names Dennis or to my friends just Denny."

"Are you sure it's ok, I mean I don't want to be disrespectful."

"Of course it's ok, you are my friend aren't you?"

"I'd, ahhm, like to be."

"Then that's settled, Denny it is, ok?"

"Ok, uhm, Denny."

"Good, and about tomorrow, how does 7.30 in the morning sound to you?"

"That'd be great, I'll be here then."

"Good, well better get to this breakfast or it'll get cold. Thanks again
Masoui, if I miss you later then I'll see you in the morning."

"Oh I'm sure to see you later Mr... sorry Denny, I'm on double shift
today."

"That's pretty tough just before your day off."

"They're short staffed at the moment, and I have nothing to do, so I try to
work extra shifts for the money when I can."

"Oh you saving up for something special then?"

"Well sort of, I'm sorry Denny I must get back."

"Of course Masoui, you go ahead, I'll see you later then."

"Bye for now..Denny."

I watched again as that butt from heaven disappeared toward the main
complex, gawd what I would do for a night or three with that body. 48 hours
from Moresby and I had already found a dream to sleep with at nights, well
dreams are free but Masoui was one of those angels in disguise, if only, if
only?

Sunday seemed to drift by in a lazy fashioned way as most Sundays do but
all my thoughts were concentrated on a certain little Nuiean with a smile
like diamonds and a butt like peaches. Damn he was a fine looking boy, well
only an evening to go and we could have a day out together. My work for the
morning would not take to long and it would give us the rest of the day to
get to know each other, lecherous old bastard, but he was so hard to get
out of my mind. There seemed to be something there, more than just lust, as
yet I could not put my finger on it.

As the evening moved in the newly washed smell of the outer suburbs
disappeared and was replaced by that used and lived in smell that all
cities have after the sun has done its work for the day. I parked the car
next to my room and made for the bar in the main body of the Motel all that
was missing from this long established tradition of mine was the fresh
smell of frangapani mixed with the tang of salt laden air. The soporific
effect of that island smell was the one I missed the most and of course the
sight on my Selasi standing on the veranda, a well iced drink in his hand
waiting for me. Pangs of loneliness hit me and then I saw him standing just
inside the doorway of the bar and as he turned to see who it was he beamed
a smile at me that pushed all other thoughts from my mind.

"Good evening Mr Batten?"

"Good evening Masoui, how was your day?"

"Very busy Mr Batten, can I get you something to drink from the bar?"

"Thank you Masoui, a very large glass filled with ice, double Bacardi and
top up with fresh bottled coke, can do?"

"Just as you oredered it Mr Batten, won't be a moment, if you'd like to
take a comfortable chair somewhere I'll bring it to you."

"Great, thanks Masoui."

I took a seat near the large picture window that looked Northward and could
just see the top of the Sky City Casino over the top of Mount Eden. Must go
for a look in there soon, I like a little flutter now and again just to
keep the hand in.  When I was younger and sillier I had a very bad gambling
habit but the Islands had finished that episode and now I could go for a
bit of a play and leave well before I was broke, something unheard of a few
years ago.  Masoui returned with the drink and as I took a sip I looked up
into those ebony eyes glinting with humour and a desire to please, at least
that's how I saw it.

"Perfect Masoui, I couldn't have done it better."

"Thank you Mr Batten, I put it on your room account, is that ok?"

"Exactly right Masoui, you're a treasure."

I didn't know that you could see an Islander blush, oh it was beautiful and
as his eyes lit up with pleasure I smiled my best smile at him, damn I'm
either hooked or my gaydar is broken but he seemed to wriggle just a little
at the compliment, must do it to him more often.

"So are you ready for our day out tomorrow, Masoui?"

"Yes Mr Batten, I'm really looking forward to it, I hope I'm not a bother
to you though?"

"You would never be a bother to me Masoui, the work part of the day won't
take to long and then we can go and enjoy ourselves."

"Ahm. Mr Batten, what should I wear?"

Damn I was tempted to say 'nothing' but it was to soon for that much of a
push.

"Just something casual will do Masoui, you can take me for a tiki tour and
then we'll have some lunch somewhere and if things are ok with you maybe we
could have dinner as well but that's up to you."

"Ok that'd be great, I don't get out very much what with work and night
school, not a lot of time left."

"Then I better make it a special day for you."

"Thank you so much for inviting me, I don't get to meet many people outside
work and most of my school friends I don't see anymore."

"Then tomorrow is your day, we'll go anywhere you want and do anything you
want to do."

"Really, you'd let me do that?"

"Yep, it's now official, tomorrow is your day."

Masoui gave a beautiful tinkling laugh covering his mouth as he did so but
the evident pleasure was plain on his face, it was then that my heart
shuddered with the realisation that this vision meant a lot more to me than
just a fling in the sack.  There was a delicate beauty to him and a depth
to his inner self that had not as yet appeared but was cetrtainly there. I
finished my drink and Masoui put out his hand for the glass asking if I
would like another.

"If it's as good as that one then how could I say no, thank you Masoui."

Masoui headed for the bar just as a large group of people entered the bar,
mostly young women and a few middle aged men as well. Looked like an office
party and by the loudness of the chatter and laughter it was well under
way. Masoui placed my drink on the table and made his way to the group to
get their orders as I drifted into my own thoughts.

"Jeez barman you let coon kids in here."

The loud shout brought me out of my dust collecting. Although I'm pretty
fair skinned I happen to be mixed blood and this sort of thing never went
over very well with my senses and as I knew just how nice most Islanders
could be I was not going to let this go. I'm about 5' 8" tall slim and some
say solid I had also spent a bit of time in the armed forces so was not
worried about a little rough house now and again if the occasion called for
it and this called for it. No arrogant bastard was going to get away with
that sort of thing while I was around to stop it, especially as he was
talking about a certain Nuiean, the bastard wanted a war then he had just
found one.

Before the barman could answer I stood up and began to make my way toward
the goup of party players. I stopped just short of the table looking over
the crowd, as I had not seen who had spoken and only the voice had
indicated it was a man I looked at the guys sitting there all laughing at
the comment. One of them with a rather large overhang to his belly looked
up at me.

"What you looking at?"

"Nothing much."

"What you want then?"

"Looking for a loud mothed lard ass, know any?"

"Back off shorty, there's to many of us here for your smart mouth."

Now there are many things I would let slip on by and very little can really
upset me but being called shorty does it every time. I looked over the
other men there and could see that they were not the types to want to play
this game so that left only big mouth to deal with.

"You seem to be the spokesman for this little group so I'm going to ask you
nicely, but only once, you go and appologise to the young man for being an
asshole and I won't kick your ass out of here."

"You and what army, do you know who I am?"

I don't like to swear in front of women, old fashioned that way, but no
body calls me shorty.

"Frankly lard ass I don't give a F*** who you are. You appologise to the
young man or you leave now, walking or carried it's all the same to me."

As he rose from his chair I hit him with the first two fingers of my right
hand two inches below the glotus and watched as he dropped cold on the
floor an inch higher and he would never get up again. I looked around at
the others as they sat there stunned at how easy he had been taken out of
the argument.

"Anyone else think the young guy should not have an appology?"

One of the others looked up at me shaking his head.

"We're sorry Mister, he's our boss and he's always been an asshole but we
have to work with him, you'll get no trouble here."

"That's ok, but I really think the young guy should have an appology from
one of you, by the way what does he do?"

"I'll attend to the appology and the boss owns a law firm."

"Oh is that all, well one less is a blessing I suppose, no offense guys,
sorry about the scuffle but I don't like bigotry of any kind."

"No problems here then, we never liked his attitude either but as I said we
have to make a liviing as well."

"Nuff said guys, my appologies for messing up your party."

"No worries Mister, its made a better night for us anyway."

I turned from the table and made my way back to my chair where Masoui was
standing with a look of awe on his face and the hint of a tear in his eye.

"You ok Masoui?"

"Thank you Denny, he comes in here a lot and is always the same to me, but
I can't do anything or I loose my job, I just had to take it and keep
smiling."

"Masoui, nobody has to take that sort of abuse, you ever have any trouble
from him or anyone else you come look for me, anytime anywhere, ok?"

"Thank you Denny, I...I...I....well thank you."

"Ok Masoui, well it's done now so I'm going to finish my drink and get some
dinner then have an early night. I've got a very important day tomorrow."

I finished my drink and stood up to leave and noticed as I did so that the
party had asked for Masoui to go to them where one of the older guys was
putting out his hand to Masoui in what was evidently a gesture of
appology. I left and went to the dining room for dinner and afterward to my
room for a good nights sleep.

I was brought back to conciousness by a light tapping on my door. I looked
over at the bedside clock, it was 11.30 who could be rapping on my door at
this hour. I got out of bed grabbing a robe as I made for the door and
opened it. There was Masoui still in his uniform but with his bowtie in his
shirt pocket.

"Masoui, what you doing at this hour?"

"D,d,denny, I want to thank you for tonight,"

"You already did Masoui."

"No Denny, I mean if you'll let me I want to thank you Nuiean style."

"You really want to do that Masoui?"

"Yes Denny, since I first saw you I hoped you'd like me, I don't have
anyone and ....well....I was kinda......well ...hoping......you would."

"Masoui, you have just made me the happiest man in the country, but I don't
want you to do anything just because you think you owe me anything."

"Denny please, I want to be with you, well.....if you want me to be?"

"Oh Masoui, Masoui, come on, come here, of course I want to be with you,"

I reached out my arms and he stepped into them pulling close as I closed
the door I could feel his body moulding into mine and then I heard a soft
sniffle as he clasped tight onto me.

"Whats wrong Masoui, are you ok?"

"Yes Denny, yes, it just feels so good to have some one who wants me."

As I held Masoui in my arms I could feel the heat of his small frame
against my bare chest and as he pushed closer there was an unmistakeable
hardness lower down as well. He lifted himself up onto his toes reaching
with his lips as I bent my head toward him. The smooth softness of his lips
as they touched upon mine drew an instant reaction from my neather regions
and as he sucked my tongue into his mouth my head spun and a shower of
sparks appeared from nowhere. They began circling around my head as the
butterflies winged there way to my heart.

Masoui broke the first lip lock leaning back to look up into my eyes, a
flush beginning to make itself seen on his hot face, his lips moist and
rosey as he clasped tight to my waist.

"Denny is this going to be only one night?"

The question caught me by surprise, it was then that I knew what was going
to happen. Had it not been asked I would still have tried to do what it had
brought to the front of my mind.

"What do you want Masoui, you tell me what you want and I will give you an
honest answer."

His head burried into my chest and a small voice hardly heard came from
him, muffled but distinct.

"I want........ to be with you..........all the time.......forever."

"Thats a long time and I'm not a young guy like so many others."

"I don't care how old you are, ......you feel good, like inside, like you
did today in the bar."

"Masoui I'd do that for anyone, the bar thing I mean, but to tell you the
truth I would like nothing better than to have you with me forever as well,
but thats a long time and you may find someone better later on."

"Dennny I'm Nuiean, we don't talk about love things much, it's not the sort
of thing we want to know about, but if not wanting to let someone go and
wanting to be with them all the time or missing them when they aren't with
you, is love then Dennny, I'm in love with you, could you love me like
that?"

"Masoui, that sounds like love to me, or how I see it anyway, and I feel
the same about you so it must be the right thing then, yes I'm in love with
you and don't want to be parted from you ever."

"Then will you make it for real for me?"

"How ever you want me too Masoui."

"Take me to the bed please, make me feel good."

"Yes Masoui, lets go there."

I reached down and began to undo his clothing, pealing it off his beautiful
copper skin layer by layer until he was bared in all his adolescent
beauty. His skin shone in the soft light of the bedside lamp, his eyes
flashing as he reached again for my mouth. I lifted him up in my arms and
cradled him to my chest as our lips met for the second time, his hot wet
mouth pulling me inside as my hand rubbed softly on his back feeling the
vertabrae and the ribs under the thin developing muscles.  His arms around
my neck pulled me closer as our tongues wrestled and fought for taste and
touch.

I carried him to the bed and laid him down on the covers then stood and
looked down at the most extraodinary sight of man flesh to grace my bed. I
had had many boys in the islands but Masoui projected something more solid
and permanent, slimmer and more copper coloured than Selasi his features
were finer and they imbued his face with an elfin look that was pure heaven
to see. I lowered myself beside him on the bed and he turned toward me
pulling himself into my waiting arms as they encircled him. There was
hardly a hair on his body, his under arms had only a fine smattering, maybe
ten hairs, his chest and abdomen were smooth and without even a hint, his
pubic bush was small and looked almost as though it had been trimmed to a
minimum but I knew that was not true, no Islander would trim his pubic
hair. The skin on his legs was like running your hand through silk and only
down near his ankles was there a light soft down of hair.

"What was that, Denny?"

"Huh, what, oh, sorry, I was looking at you and well I didn't realise I was
muttering."

"What did you say?"

"I was thinking that I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

"You've been with many boys then?"

"To be honest Masoui, yes, but I've never seen anyone like you."

"You like my body, I think I'm to small and skinny."

"No Masoui, you're what I like to call petite, and that suits me fine, you
are truly a beautiful young man."

"Thank you Denny, it's the first time anyone has said that to me."

"Can I ask you if you've been with another man before, if you aren't happy
telling me then it's ok."

"No not really, I had one man said he liked me and after we kissed he tried
to beat me and I ran away, but when I saw you I just knew that you wouldn't
be like that. You felt nice when you talked to me and said nice things to
me, then tonight when you fixed that man in the bar for me I just knew that
I wanted to be with you."

"I'll always protect you Masoui, forever."

"Denny?"

"Yes."

"Will you show me how to make love now?"

"Yes Masoui, we'll make true love, slow and tenderly, I want to worship you
tonight and for every other night."

I pulled him up onto my chest and took his tongue into my mouth as he
pushed down onto me with his slim little body. His 5" penis hard and
wanting, the forskin peeling back to reveal its moist wet brownish purple
head, I could feel the slickness of his precum as it lathed over my
stomach, his arms clasping tighter as our lips and tongues dove for
treasure. His legs were wrything against mine as he thrust his pubic region
at me, there was a gasp and a loud moan and the wetness flooded my front as
he lost his first battle with desire.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, Dennnnnnnnnnyyy, aarrggghhh."

"There love, let it go, it's ok let it go."

"Oooooohhh, Denny it feels so good."

"Yes love it does but we have a long way to go before the sun comes up so
just lay there and get your breath back."

I soothed his burning skin with my hands lightly playing on his back
muscles and his pert tight butt cheeks as he came down off his sexual
high. It must have been a long time for him since the last time as he was
still hard and it felt as though it was not going to change for a while
yet. As he settled I offered my lips again to him and he sucked them to him
like there was no tomorrow, his tongue darted in and out as he searched
again for taste and touch. I was still rigid and he was not making it easy
to stop from cumming as he wriggled and wrythed on my chest his still hot
moistness lubricating us.  I lowered my hands to the bottom of his butt
cheeks and took hold gentley as I kneaded them with my fingers his legs
opening for me to run my finger lightly up his tight smooth crack barely
touching the skin. I didn't want to rush him there was plenty of time. He
lifted slightly as my finger ran up and down there, opening his crack a
little more and by the feel of the heat he was wanting me to go further for
that final feeling.

I lifted my lips from his and as he leaned back to see why, I began to run
my tongue over his throat and around his chin toward his ear then nibbled
his lobe. Masoui went balistic with the feeling as my fingers continued
their work further down.  I didn't want to get to his little rose bud for a
while yet so I just continued to run my finger up and down softly, it was
like trying to hold onto a wild horse with your hands tied behind your back
as he jumped and wriggled, panting and moaning at all the different touches
at the same time. His hands were gripping my shoulders in a death grip as
again his shaft of love erupted it's hot offering to our love making.

"Dennny, oh god Dennnnnnyyyy, aaaaaaahhhhhhhh."

This only minutes after the first one took my breathe away, he shuddered as
the last spurt shot from him onto our skin, his breath coming fast and
needy as he sucked in more air, his body slick now with sweat and sperm as
a shaking fit moved through his body. I took my hand away from his
shoulders and reached down to my own erection pushing it down between my
legs and gripping it to stop from showering us both, wanting to wait until
later when the true first binding of our love would take place.

"Unngghh, oh Denny will it always be like this?"

"If I have anything to do with it, it will, how you feel little one?"

"Oh god I just want it to keep going, I've never felt like this before."

"Don't worry Masoui, long night left yet and then if it's what you want we
have a long life as well."

"Denny, it's what I truly want, I've dreamed of finding someone like you to
be with, the other boys from Nuie laughed at me for not going with other
men like they do for fun, but I said I'd rather wait for a good man than
just take anyone."

"I'm glad it was me Masoui, I love you more than anything."

"Please Denny, can you call me just Masi, I like it, the full name is to
Island style."

"Ok Masi, I like it better too."

As our lips met once again there was a loud crashing of thunder in the
night, the damn rain had returned and I didn't give a hoot, in my arms was
the one delight that would make any storm disappear into insignificant
muttering.

"Denny?"

"Yes Masi?"

"Are you going to put it in me tonight?"

"Yes Masi, but later, when you're ready."

"It's going to hurt isn't it?"

"Yes a little, but I'm going to go slow for you so you won't feel to bad,
but there will be a little pain for you my love."

"Then it's ok, I know now you don't want to hurt me, I'll be ok with it
now."

"I'm going to do everything I can to stop any pain for you my little Masi."

"Denny?"

"Yes love?"

"You think I've a nice bum, the other boys used to say it was to skinny for
a good bum."

"My little Masi, you have the perfect bum, see feel my two hands on your
butt, one cheek in each hand is perfect."  (Squeeze)

"OH, mmmm, thats nice, you don't think its to hard, the boys said you had
to have a soft bouncey bum for the men to like it."

"Ahh, Masi my love, your butt like the rest of you is perfect, wait till we
go out tomorrow and I'll get you a pair of pants that will make all the men
and a lot of the girls chase you all day just to see that hard, small,
tight butt of yours."

Masoui wriggled against me again and I could feel he was up and ready
again. I rolled him onto his back opening his legs so I could kneel between
them, hitching his perfect butt up onto my knees as I leaned over him and
began to stroke his nipples with my tongue. His moans of pleasure as they
came erect were getting louder by the second as I worked on those small
delightful nubs, circling them then running my tongue and lips over them
again as he groaned out his enjoyment. Leaving them I trailed down his firm
little abs until I got to his navel then attacked it in the same way, he
had an outy and it made for some interesting manouvers as I lathed it until
he was jumping all over the bed with the intense feelings running through
his skin and body.

My chin touched his shaft as I worked and it throbbed and bobbed as he
thrust his hips upward looking for something to rub against. Lifting from
his navel I went lower until I could see the whole of that hard brown shaft
with its dark purplish head still dripping, its forskin now fully back
giving him the appearance of being circumcized. It wasn't thick more a
little on the thin side but the skin was like velvet and had its own
lustre. As I lowered my mouth to take it in, it jumped with such power that
I almost gagged and I hadn't done that in years.

I glanced up in time to see his head thrashing from side to side as I took
the full length of him inside my mouth and throat until I could feel his
pubic hair on my lips then using my throat muscles began a slow
contraction.

"Yaaggggghh, oh,oh,oh, more, more, aannnnhhhh, yes,yes,yes, oh, oh, oh."

I could feel the head growing rapidly so pulled off and let his shaft slap
onto his belly with a loud smack, then sat back and smiled down at him as
he opened his eyes to see what had happened to the great feeling he'd had
only a moment ago.

"Oh please, please, more,more."

"Whats the trouble Masi, you like that?"

"Oh please Denny, some more, please."

"Ok my love, here we go again."

So saying I lowered my mouth again, the hard thrusts of his pubic bone
feeling as though he would bruise my lips. Again I felt the head swell, the
whole shaft was tight and ready to burst forth and then I lifted my head
off him again.

"No..no..no don't stop, please Denny I love you, please I need it."

I felt as though my heart would break at the pleading so went once more to
the problem and this time took him to the end although it took only a
matter of 30 seconds as he was so well primed. The scream of release
probably awoke the whole Motel as he sent gush after gush down my throat,
it was like swallowing a true nectar the youthful saltiness of it was like
an elixir from on high, even though this was his third discharge it was
still a lot to handle but I was not about to give any up for the towel or
sheets. This was my little Island lovers soul and it was going to stay with
me, he slumped back onto the bed as he came down, his face showing the
effects of the energy sapping orgasm he'd had. I could now see he would
need a little time to recover before we at last became united in the final
act of love for each other.

I lay down beside him as his breath began to steady and the beating of his
heart slowed. Taking him in my arms I pulled him close and reached for his
lips, he melted into me and pushed his tongue out and into my mouth tasting
most probably for the first time what he was made of.

"Oooooh Denny, is that what I taste like?"

"Yes little love, thats all you."

"He,he,he, I don't taste to bad eh?"

"Not bad at all my Masi, not bad at all."

"When are we going to.......you know..?"

"Later my love, later, when you're up to it, rest for a little now we have
plenty of time."

Masoui snuggled into my arms and rested his head on my chest as he relaxed,
the wetness of his earlier discharges still slick on our bellies as he
wriggled in close and hummed to himself in contentment. The smell of his
hair in my nostrils as I held him close was keeping my thoughts wide awake
of what yet he had to enjoy. The final penetration would have to be slow
and careful, I wanted his first time to be something he would remember with
pride and joy.


To Be Continued: