Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 22:23:57 +0200
From: Charles Thomas <charles.thomas.oak@gmail.com>
Subject: Best of Jamaica story

The Best of Jamaica

	It can't be mentioned what beach they were on when they met, or
what hotel they went to after they met.  Those details, considering the
fact that this was Jamaica, where "buggery" is a crime, and where gay men
have been persecuted, abused and even killed because they are what they
are, are best kept secret.

	But be that as it may.

	It was a beach, part of a beach, in Montego Bay, Jamaica where Phil
saw the blonde man walking slowly through the sand, a towel in one hand and
a sachel in the other.  Phil, an out of work accountant, had just gotten
free from a job interview with one of the hotels.  He was dressed in his
nicest suit, but this didn't stop him from following the blonde man onto
the sand and down through the throngs of tourists.  The blonde man was
tall, but slim.  He was wearing light khaki pants, and a thin white silk
shirt that flowed around his trim torso, the first few buttons open to
reveal a smooth, tan, muscular chest.  He had longish, curly blonde hair
that was more ringlets than curls, and that was held back loosely in a pony
tail by a black ribbon.  Very piraty, to be honest.  Phil gritted his
teeth, and licked his lips.  The khaki pants, made of light ripstop
material, cleaved to the blonde's tight, round buns wonderfully.

	Finally, the blonde stopped.  He glanced around, his eyes pausing
momentarily on Phil, who tried to look as casual as he could, standing in
the sand in his suit among all the swimsuited tourists.  Their eyes met,
briefly, and Phil felt a shock of energy go between them.  It was that
assurance, on his part, that this blonde god knew Phil was looking at him,
knew he found him attractive, and reciprocated.

	The blonde laid the towel out and then shrugged out of his
shirt. Phil took a deep breath.  The blonde's body was exquisite.  Not
heavily muscled, but strong and tautly muscled.  His abs were stupendous,
the pure definition of a six pack, his arms were defined and powerful
without being grotesque.  Phil stared at that chest, the bulging plate of
the pectorals, the small, hard nipples.  All encased in smooth, golden skin
that seemed covered in tiny blonde hairs.  The blonde man pushed his pants
down, revealing not a pair of the typical board shorts worn by all the
tourists, but a pair of tight, white trunks that left nothing to the
imagination.  Between his taut round buns, and his very obvious bulging
ridge that bent off to one side, Phil didn't know where to look.

	People like this didn't come into Phil's life every day.  This was
Jamaica.  It's not like South Beach Miami, or San Fransisco.  Beautiful,
blonde men wearing expensive, sexy clothes, didn't just wander around this
place.  It was mostly fat tourists.  The beautiful people had their own
places to be, up at Half Moon and the 5 star hotels there.  Phil was a
Jamaican, and he knew how hard it was, how restrictive it could be.  Seeing
openly gay men parading around looking very, very hot was not common.  And
from the moment he saw the blonde Phil's gaydar was going off strong.  And
when he had glanced over and their eyes had met, Phil knew he was in the
presence of a rare breed.

	When the blonde lay down on his back on his towel, Phil sat down in
the sand.  He had forgotten what he was wearing.  He had no place to go,
with no job as of yet, and he didn't want to go anywhere.  He was compelled
to sit there and watch the blonde god who lay within twenty feet of him.
And there he sat, in the hot sun, for at least 20 minutes before the blonde
stood up, put his shirt and pants back on, grabbed his towel and began
walking away from Phil.

	Phil stood up, brushing the sand from his suit pants.  It was worth
it, he thought.  Worth it in spades!

	As he bent over and brushed the sand off his knees, preparing
himself to shadow the blonde god down the beach, he felt a presence looming
over him.  Looking up he saw the blonde man standing there.  He had turned
around when Phil stood up, had changed direction and come right back to
where the Jamaican was standing.

	"Hello," the blonde said, a slight smile on his face.

	"Uh, hello," Phil said.

	"So, I figured when you started following me you were either going
to rob me, or you thought I was cute," the blonde said.  He had a soft
voice, with a hint of sarcasm that seemed to be the usual tone.  "From the
looks of what you're wearing robbery seems unlikely."

	"Oh, yeah," Phil said, surprised. "I'm not here to rob you!"

	"So you think I'm cute," the blonde said, grinning.

	Phil looked around, suddenly paranoid.  Was this some sort of
hidden camera show?  Was he going to be featured on TV, trying to pick up a
gay tourist? He blinked at the blonde, not sure what to say.

	The blonde let him off the hook, reaching out a hand.  "I'm Mateo,"
he said.

	"Phil. Nice to meet you."

	"Well, Phil, regardless of whether you think I'm cute, I think
you're cute."

	"Oh...thanks," Phil said.  He looked down at himself.  Average
height at 5'9", in good shape, a pair of stylish glasses he had bought in
better times.

	"No problem.  You have beautiful skin.  I love the dark
brown...smooth...beautiful complexion..." Mateo reached out and touched
Phil's cheek.  Phil looked around nervously.

	"Well, maybe we can talk about my beauty somewhere else?"

	Mateo laughed.  "Sure!  How about my hotel?"

	"Okay."

	And just like that, Phil was walking with Mateo up to the road
above the beach.  Mateo pulled a phone out of his pants and made a call.
Within moments a car pulled up where they were standing.  Mateo got into
the back, beckoning Phil to follow him.

	The ride to the hotel was quiet, with Mateo smiling out the window.
Phil sat nervously against the other door, his hands on his thighs.  He
could feel how warm and sweaty they were and tried to control his nerves.
Suddenly, as if sensing his tension, Mateo reached out and touched one of
Phil's hands.

	"You'll like my boss," he said.

	"Your boss?"

	Mateo just smiled and looked out the window as they drove, his hand
staying on Phil's.  Phil looked up at the driver, who was ignoring them
studiously.

	At the resort they left the car and Mateo walked Phil to one of the
large villas.  They went through the front door, which opened into a large
entry way with stairs leading to rooms above.  Through a door Phil could
see a large glass wall, with a sliding glass door that opened up to a back
yard with a small pool.

	"Hey boss!" Mateo yelled.

	Phil heard a sound from outside, in the direction of the pool.
Mateo grabbed his hand and pulled him through the first door, which led to
a large living room sided by the glass wall.  Outside was the pool,
surrounded by a low wall with a gate, and beyond that was the beach about
100 meters away. It was fairly private, as the only others who would be out
between the villa and the beach were other rich people renting villas.  But
then he stopped.  Lying on his stomach, on a sunchair, was a tall,
athletically built brunette man, of maybe fifty, completely nude. He was in
great shape for his age, with a nice round ass and long, strong legs, a
broad muscular back and powerful shoulders.  The man's head was turned
away, buried in a towel.  He had thick, brown hair, longish and curly on
top and trimmed short on the sides and back, with tinges of gray on the
sideburns.

	"Boss, you're going to burn!"

	Phil heard a muffled response.  Mateo clucked his tongue and walked
over to a bag lying on a couch.  He rustled through the bag.

	"Hey boss, I brought a friend!"

	"Who's your friend?" the muffled voice asked.

	"Phil," Phil said.

	"I'm sorry?" the muffled voice came back.

	"I'm Phil!" Phil shouted.  Mateo glanced over his shoulder and
winked, laughing.

	"What does Phil do?" asked the boss's voice.

	"I'm an accountant!"

	Mateo rolled his eyes.  "No one as cute as you should be an
accountant.  Numbers are boring."

	Phil shrugged.  "I guess..." He didn't know what else to say.  He
was standing uncomfortably, not sure what was going on.  What had started
as a possible hook up with Mateo had turned into him meeting Mateo's
"boss."

	"Are-are you guys related?" Phil asked Mateo.

	"No, I'm his assistant. He's here on business, which means he sits
in the hotel because he's afraid of the crime rate...says it's the murder
capital of the world!"

	"Yeah," Phil shrugged.  "I guess you could say that."

	Mateo pulled up a bottle of sunscreen from the bag.  "Here!  Go put
some of this on that dumbass before he burns to a crisp."

	Phil swallowed and took the bottle.  "What about you?"

	"Me?" Mateo patted Phil on the cheek.  "I'm taking a shower."

	"Oh," Phil said, wanting to say, can I join you?  Mateo seemed to
read his mind and suddenly leaned forward and gave Phil a little peck on
the lips.

	"Go ahead, meet the boss. He's a nice guy.  His name is Adam."

	With that Mateo turned and trotted off, leaving Phil standing there
with a bottle of sunscreen and directions to put some on the naked man
outside.  He turned and walked slowly through the doorway to the pool area.
He could see over the wall, just barely.  No one was around.  Looking down
at the man lying on the sunchair he swallowed.  That was a nice body.  He
looked like one of those idle rich guys who had nothing better to do than
use their gym membership and play jai alai all day.

	"Uh...sorry to bother you sir, but Mateo said to come bring you
some sunscreen..."

	"Oh, fine, thanks," Adam said.  "And call me Adam, please."

	Phil shrugged out of his coat and got down on his knees next to
Adam.  He looked down at the tanned body.  Finally, licking his lips a
little, he squirted some cream on his hands and, after rubbing his palms
together to warm it up, began smoothing it over his skin, working it in,
starting at the shoulders.  Phil had never touched another man like this
before. His hands shook a little as he smeared cream over the soft skin of
Adam's upper back.  Firm muscles, soft skin, a killer combination.  He
worked his way down to the small of his back, and then lost his nerve as
Adam's ass twitched expectantly.

	"You've got nice hands, Phil," Adam said.

	"Thanks," Phil said faintly.  "Y-you've got a nice back."

	"Thanks," Adam said.  "Can you get some coverage on my ass?"

	"Uh, sure," Phil said.  He put some cream on his hands and rubbed
them together to heat it up a bit then placed a hand on each ass cheek.  He
began to swirl them around, rubbing the cream in.  As he'd swirl the ass
cheeks would pull apart and Phil could see Adam's anus clear as day.  Adam
didn't seem to mind, in fact he was definitely enjoying it.  His hips
lifted up, his back arching, as Phil's hands slowly worked the cream into
his ass.  Suddenly Phil heard a noise and saw Mateo walk through the door.
He was wearing, it seemed, nothing but a short towel wrapped around his
waist that just barely covered his bare ass.  Phil could see movement in
the front, the tip of a long penis just sweeping around under the edge of
the towel.  Mateo held his finger to his lips, to keep Phil quiet and he
crept up to them.

	Grabbing the bottle of sunscreen Mateo held it in front of himself,
like an erect cock.  He pointed his fake cock at Adam's slowly gyrating ass
and began making a humping motion, sensually gyrating his hips in time to
Adam's own gyrations and Phil's working hands.  Then, throwing his head
back comically and using both hands to grip the bottle he squeezed,
shooting a stream of white cream onto his boss's unsuspecting ass and back.
When the cold cream hit him Adam jerked and yelled.  Mateo laughed and
straddled his boss's legs.  He began vigorously rubbing the cream into
Adam's ass and back.

	"Lookin' good boss," Mateo said.  "What do you think, Phil?  Hot,
huh?"

	Phil had to agree.  "Yes," he said.  At that point Adam rolled over
onto his side, looking up at Phil.  Phil stared into Adam's green eyes.  He
had a handsome face, a strong jaw, nose and high cheek bones, with a broad
forehead.  The full lipped mouth smiled at Phil.

	"Thanks Phil," he said.

	"My pleasure...Adam..."

	Mateo grabbed Phil's arm.  "Come on, my turn," he said.  He pulled
Phil over to another sunchair.  Mateo climbed onto the sunchair's cushions
upright but on his knees.  He poured some sunscreen in his hand and then
had Phil hold out his hands, pouring a dollop in each.  "On my back," Mateo
said, then he pulled the towel off, throwing it to one side.

	Phil paused, gazing at Mateo's beautiful body. Mateo turned in
profile, surely to give Phil a better look. His six pack abs led down to a
light, blonde fuzz over a long, thick penis that arched out from his body
in a half-erection.  Smooth, hairless balls were tucked in below, in a
tight sac.  Phil began running his creamy hands over the long, muscular
back. He didn't want to rush, but he really wanted to feel those taut,
round little buns in his hands.  Soon enough he worked his way down and
finally reached that perfect ass.  Phil got down on his knees and began to
caress the firm globes, his cock hard as a rock by now in his slacks.
Unable to help himself he pulled the ass cheeks aside, gazing at the swirly
hole beyond.

	"Okay," Mateo said, suddenly, "who am I kidding?  I want some of
that yummy."  He turned around toward Phil and sat down, with Phil kneeling
between his legs. He grabbed Phil, wrapping his arms around the Jamaican's
neck and pulling him in for a kiss.  Phil reached around Mateo, caressing
the blonde's back, running his hands down to the hips, the tops of his
thighs and then back up to the back.  Phil's tongue was going crazy in
Mateo's mouth, thrusting in and dominating the blonde's tongue, which
wrapped around and swirled caressingly.

	Mateo reached down suddenly and grabbed one of Phil's hands when it
paused on the top of his thigh. He pulled it down unceremoniously, planting
it squarely on the pulsing erection there.  Phil groaned as his fingers
wrapped around the hard shaft in an underhand grip, whereby he immediately
began tugging. He felt another hand touch his chest, and then he realized
Adam was unbuttoning his shirt.

	"You're over dressed," the older man said.  "We can't have that..."

	When his shirt came off Mateo broke off the kiss and ran his mouth
down to one of Phil's nipples. He took it into his mouth, suckling it.
Phil continued to tug at Mateo's incredibly hard prick, but he turned his
face to Adam.  The older man kissed him, even while his hands were busy
undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and pushing them down his thighs.
When Phil's thick, 7.5 inch hammer sprang free, Adam grabbed it and
squeezed.

	"Oh," Phil moaned against Adam's lips.  Mateo switched nipples, and
Adam's free hand slid down to cup one of Phil's ass cheeks.

	"That's a nice ass," Adam sighed.  Phil let go of Mateo's cock with
one hand, took it with the other and then he reach out to grab Adam's cock,
which swung freely at his side.  Now he had two beautiful pricks in his
hands, and he was stroking them both.  He and Adam continued kissing, while
Mateo's tongue and lips went to town on his nipples.

	After a few moments, Adam decided to take over.  He stepped back
and told Mateo to lie down on his back on the sunchair.  While he did this
Phil kicked off his shoes, socks and pushed off his pants and underwear
until he was as naked as the two other men.  Adam pulled Mateo back until
his head hung over the end of the sunchair.  He had Phil move to that end,
on his knees, so his fat, hard cock was waving in Mateo's face.  Mateo
didn't have to be told.  He reached up and pulled Phil's cock down
straight, bending his head back upside down and taking the thick shaft in,
deep until his nose touched Phil's balls.  Phil grunted and took a deep
breath at the sensation.  How could he take it all in? He reached down,
caressing the smooth muscles and skin of the blonde's chest and stomach.
Adam lifted Mateo's legs and sat down behind him.  Then, Adam brought his
assistant's hips up so that his ass pointed straight into the air.  Mateo
was essentially held against the edge of the sunchair, on his shoulders,
sucking voraciously at Phil's thick cock while Adam sat behind his back,
holding his body up by his hips.

	"Hold his legs," Adam said.  Phil reached up and grabbed Mateo's
legs, which were swaying around as he balanced on his back.  He watched,
amazed, as Adam grabbed Mateo's long cock and pulled it up sharply until is
stuck straight up in the air between his spread thighs.  Adam took the hard
cock in his mouth, giving it a quick, almost violent suck, before he let it
plop out.  Adam then sucked each of Mateo's balls into his mouth, swirling
his tongue around.  Mateo was moaning as he continued to suck on Phil's
hard meat.  He was steadying himself by holding Phil's hips and he began to
push and pull to get Phil to fuck his mouth.  The sensation was intense for
the inexperienced Jamaican.

	While he was fucking Mateo's mouth, Adam began to fuck Mateo's ass
- with his tongue.  It started with a few flicks of the tongue, then
swirling and licking, then the older man began to pop his stiffened tongue
into his assistant's tight asshole.  Mateo squirmed and moaned, but
continued to work Phil's hips back and forth, his mouth stretched over the
heavy, hard, dark slab that fucked his face.

	"Okay," Adam said, finally.  He motioned for Phil to move.  Phil
stood up, his prick covered in Mateo's spit.  Adam pulled him around behind
Mateo, who had lowered his body back down to the sunchair.  Phil sat down,
straddling the sunchair.  Mateo scooted his body toward him, lifting his
ass, and wrapping his legs around Phil's waist.  Adam reached down and
grabbed Phil's hard cock. He bent down and Phil felt his mouth engulf him.
He leaned back, groaning, not sure how much longer he could go like this.
After a few slobbery sucks, and a bit more spit, Adam pulled Phil's stiffy
down, positioning it against Mateo's wet, pulsating hole. Phil leaned
forward and thrust in, pushing his cock as hard as he could into the
blonde's ass.  For his part Mateo wasn't shy about it.  He grabbed Phil by
the shoulders and lifted himself up, to get a better angle, and then slid
himself down the Jamaican's prick.

	"Oh my God!" Phil breathed.  Mateo set the rhythm, clinging onto
his dark brown lover, working his legs and arms to slide up and down the
hard pole.  Phil steadied himself with a hand behind him on each edge of
the sunchair, thrusting up with is hips as the blonde rode him wildly.
Mateo pulled in close, moving his hips up and down quickly, his tight anus
stroking Phil.  Phil buried his face in the curly blonde hair, gasping for
breath as he felt his body begin to go numb, the familiar tingling feel of
his skin, the tightening of his ball sac.  He could feel the blonde's cock
rubbing against his belly and up to his chest as Mateo moved.  Suddenly,
Mateo jerked a little and gasped, then hot liquid spilled onto Phil's chest
and stomach, pouring in great spurts from the throbbing head of the
blonde's erection.  That was enough for Phil.

	"Oh, I'm goin' a cum!" He thrust up hard and felt his whole world
explode as he shot load after load into the pulsating bum of his blonde
lover.

	After a few moments they collapsed, Phil on top of Mateo, his dick
still deep in the blonde god's ass.  They lay breathing heavily.  After a
moment Phil remembered Adam was there.  He felt the older man's hand on the
small of his back.  It slid down to his ass, where it grabbbed a hand full
of ass.  Both Mateo and Phil looked toward Adam.  Mateo's boss was on his
knees next to them, his still enormous erection arching up, his arm reached
down to Phil's ass.  Adam pushed his stiff penis down and touched the fat,
velvity head to Mateo's wet lips.  The blonde eagerly opened wide, taking
the thick meat in.  Phil leaned foward, thrusting his tongue out to lick
the top of the shaft as Adam thrust into the young man's mouth.  Phil
reached up and took hold of Adam's ass, just as the older man was holding
his, caressing, kneeding and pulling at the firm flesh.

	Adam pulled out of Mateo's mouth and thrust at Phil, who opened
wide and felt the thick meat invade.  The hot, hard cockhead filled his
mouth, sliding over his tongue like a powerful serpant.  He felt it throb
and pulse on his tongue, oozing pre-cum, which coated his mouth.  Adam's
fingers slid between Phil's ass cheeks and touched his anus.  He bent down
toward the Jamaican's ass and spit, coating the crack with lube, his
fingers working it in.  All the while his thick prick slide in and out of
Phil's mouth.

	Phil began to feel the cock in his mouth twitch and swell, and
suddenly Adam pulled back. He came around behind Phil and knelt behind him.
Phil arched his back, feeling Adam lean down onto him.  He felt the older
man's penis, hard and stiff as a steel rod, settle between his wet ass
cheeks.  He didn't insert the tip, but held the cock in there like a weiner
in a bun.  Mateo pulled the Jamaican's head down and kissed him, tasting
Adam's precum with his tongue.  Adam began to thrust, sliding his cock
between Phil's slick ass cheeks, his prick poking up high with each thrust.
His hands pushed Phil's ass together, wrapping around the thick cock as
much as he could as he thrust.  Phil groaned at the feel of Adam's cock
sliding up and down over his anus, rubbing him roughly.  Finally, after
only a few thrusts, Adam grunted and his hot cum splashed it's first shot
between Phil's shoulder blades.  The next shot reached the small of his
back, and then another, and then a stream of jiz loaded onto Phil's
twitching ass.

	It doesn't matter where exactly this happened.  What hotel, or
resort.  Long after Adam and Mateo had left Jamaica, Phil relived their
visit, often stroking his cock to explosion as he remembered the taste and
feel of what he had experienced.  For their part, Adam and Mateo always
knew they had a ready guide to show them the best parts of Jamaica.