Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2002 22:39:55 -0800 (PST)
From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: LIMOUSINE IV

The story continues on Kauai........

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The Ross Corporation helicopter set down at Lihue airport on a clear, sunny
afternoon on the Garden Island.  Aaron and I emerged and immediately
noticed the fragrant aroma of tropical flowers. The limo driver met us at
the chopper and draped a heavy fresh lei of tuberose and orchids around our
necks and welcomed us to paradise.

The Rolls-Royce was a white Phantom V limousine. I was told that it was
formerly owned by the Sultan of Brunei; the fellow who used to be the
richest man in the world until the likes of Bill Gates.  This car was pure
white with the gleaming stainless steel grille that is the trademark of the
brand.  On top, the Flying Lady, symbol of "The Best Car in the World". I
enjoyed the scenic ride as I munched on a bucket of macadamia nuts and
washed it down with, yes, Dom Perignon. I've grown accustomed to the
"bubbly" and drink it like soda pop.  At $100 a bottle, it's pricey, but
hey, who cares?

The Phantom pulled up to a sprawling, white plantation house in the sunny
Poipu Beach area. We were met at the door by Lelani and Keoni, the airplane
flight crew, who sped ahead to greet us on arrival.  They double as the
house maid and butler here. Keoni was barefoot and still wearing a tropical
print loincloth and nothing else. Lelani was wearing a matching full length
sarong and looked striking, I thought. All I could think of was that psuedo
penis dangling between her legs.  I wondered if she was capable of fucking
herself. I suppresed a giggle.

Aaron took me to my quarters. It was a suite that took up the entire ocean
front octagon wing of the house. It had floor to ceiling plantation
shutters and was only a short walk to the beach. The king sized bed had a
traditional Hawaiian quilt and mosquito netting draped from the center of
the canopy.  White ceiling fans whirled overhead and a mysterious white
spiral staircase led to a second level. Aaron showed me the large walk in
closet filled with island fashions, then stated, "Master Jeremy chose not
to wear anything while here, unless, of course, he was entertaining".  "I'm
a little too modest for that, but I think I could ease into it", I
answered.  Aaron responded, "I think Keoni can help you with that", and
then left the room.

A short time later, Keoni knocked at the door. "Please come in", I
said. "Sir, I'm here to help you dress", he said.  He walked into the room
and went into the walk in closet. I felt a tingle in my crotch as I admired
his magnificent Hawaiian physique and midsection covered by the skimpiest
of loincloths. He emerged holding another loincloth that looked like it
came from the Tarzan collection. "Would you be comfortable in this, sir?",
he asked. "Yes, I'd like to try that on", I answered, trying to contain my
excitement at dressing like a native. He helped me undress as I recited
multiplication tables in my head to avoid getting an erection.  He slipped
my feet into the loincloth and drew it up my legs.  Suddenly, my foreskin
brushed against his nose as he came up with the loincloth. "Sorry, sir", he
said, almost embarrassed. "Oh, no, Keoni, that was my fault". "It looks
like this excites me enough to get me semi-hard". "I understand sir", he
replied. "You're so much like Master Jeremy, it's uncanny", he stated. I
blushed as he pulled it to my waistline, and reached in to adjust my
swelling cock. "It'll settle down in a bit, sir".  He turned me to face the
mirror and placed a choker around my neck that had a shark tooth dangling
from it.  He then pointed out that I needed a tattoo around my left bicep
with a polynesian pattern. That was to come later. "First thing you need,
sir, is to work on your tan", he commented. "Follow me, sir". I couldn't
tear myself away from admiring my wild, native look in the mirror. "Sir?".
"Oh, yes, I'm coming". Keoni led me up the spiral staircase to an octagon
shaped roof top lanai.  It had lounges for sunning and was totally
private. "You can work on your tan here, sir, in the nude if you wish", he
said. "I'll do that, but first, I'd like to have a little fun with you,
Keoni". "I'm here to pleasure you sir, whatever you desire", he replied.  I
slid his loincloth down, and then my own.  I asked him to lay down on the
padded chaise lounge and admired his huge stiffening cock. I reached down
and put some suntan oil on my butthole, then straddled Keoni. I guided his
huge thick native manmeat into my throbbing anal sphincter. He grasped me
around the waist and gently lowered me down onto his cock. I plunged myself
down onto him and buried his swollen penis deep inside me. It felt as
though it was going to come out of my throat. He pumped me up and down with
his powerful arms, then I laid down on his chest and started to french kiss
him as he pumped me deeply.  When he came inside me, I could feel him
squirting thick, hot semen into my guts. His massive muscular body
shuddered as he unloaded inside me. I too came from the friction of my
penis rubbing against his washboard abs.

Keoni cleaned me up with his tongue, then we lay there sunning in each
other's arms.  My Hawaiian holiday was shaping up to be a memorable one.