Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2012 22:42:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: John McDonald <madmax212542007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paradise-Found Chapter 6

This story contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between males
primarily over the age of 21. If activity of this nature offends you, why
are you here?  If you are under age, come back when you've achieved legal
consent.  If you are a holy-roller looking for sinners to "save",
concentrate on your own life and let others live theirs.  Any similarity
between my characters and anybody else is purely by coincidence.  Enjoy the
story, and please offer comments to the email address at the end of the
chapter.

My chocolate island sex machine....I had a feeling this eventually would
end, and not very well......

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			Paradise-Found   Chapter 6

....About an hour later, after two loads from each of us, Kelau restarted
the boat and headed towards the cluster of small islands I had seen through
the binoculars.  Maybe three hundred yards from the shore of the nearest
one, we dropped anchor and broke out the fishing gear.

"If I was fishing for several families, I would spread out the net and tow
it closer to shore.  That way we'd have a big catch when the tide goes out.
But since it's just the two of us, we will catch enough using the lines."

I watched him prepare two fishing lines with worms from a container he
produced from somewhere.  He whirled each line like a lasso, sent each
flying in the direction we'd come from, and then coiled the end around a
bracket off the back of the boat.

"When the line pulls tight, that means we have something on it to reel in."

"Okay. Just so you know, this is my first time ever to go fishing."

Kelau looked at me in semi-disbelief.

"Don't you eat fish where you come from?"

"Of course.  But generally it comes frozen or in a can."

Kelau stuck out his sensuous lower lip as a pensive expression came across
his beautiful face.

It only took three or four minutes before both lines became taut. I watched
Kelau reel in the one line and mirrored his actions with the second line.
He had filled a clean bucket halfway with sea water for the caught fish to
be stored while our hunt for the night's main course continued.

The sky was clear and the air smelled of that pristine, saltiness of the
open ocean.  Several times, Kelau would lean over the back of the boat to
check the lines, giving me a full view of his well-muscled, speedo-covered
ass and powerful legs.  Oh my god; he thought MY ass was hot; if he could
have fucked his own, the euphoria would have caused his brain to explode.

Within an hour, we had more than enough fish for dinner.  They were of
various shapes and sizes; several of them were parrot fish and I don't
remember what he called the rest.

Kelau piloted the boat towards a large coconut palm on the beach of the
island where we would be spending the night.  He cut the motor about
twenty-five yards from shore and let the boat drift.  He tilted the motor
out of the water, locked it in place and jumped into waist-deep water.

"Nick, toss me the line that's tied to the front of the boat.  That's
called the bow, by the way."

"Hey, I know a few things about boats: bow, stern, port side, starboard
side.  Just because I didn't know about fishing doesn't mean I've never
been on a boat before."

I threw the line in his direction and then sat atop the bow as Kelau pulled
us to shore.  He went to the large tree and tied the line to it.

"First time I was here, my cousin didn't tie a very good knot and the boat
drifted away.  He had to swim after it, otherwise we could have been
stranded here for quite awhile."

We took down the bucket of fish, the sleeping items, a pan, a grill top and
a magnifying glass.  Sheets and blankets remained rolled up and were placed
at the base of the large palm tree.  Everything else went close to a ring
of stones that appeared to be the remnants of someone's campfire.  It then
occurred to me that anyone from our island village with a boat could come
over here to have some fun and relaxation.

"Nick, you gather some driftwood for a fire while I hunt down some vines
and fruit that will go with our fish for dinner."

I watched my hot island stud walk off towards a grove of palms and other
trees.  The movement of his globes inside the skimpy suit brought my hand
to my crotch.  I could have rubbed one out right then, but I had wood to
gather.  So, I set about my task.

Returning to the fire ring with my fourth large load of driftwood, I
observed Kelau sitting on a log and trimming leaves off a vine with a
pocket knife.  He had several coconuts at his feet along with other fruit.
Turns out there was a papaya tree and a passion fruit tree on the little
island.  Passion fruit.....like we needed it, but it sure tasted good when
we had it later.

"What are the leaves for? And why don't you just yank them off?"

"This is called Konkum (kong-koom) which is a kind of wild spinach. The
leaf stems are especially tasty. It tastes great when you stir it in a hot
pan with a little soy sauce." He produced a small bottle he had retrieved
from the boat.

From my boy scout days, I knew a few things about camp fires.  I created a
sort of teepee design with the medium length pieces of wood, and balled up
some dried out coconut husks to put at the base.  Kelau looked momentarily
surprised when I asked for the magnifying glass.  Not long after, we had a
roaring fire in the ring. When the initial pieces were red hot, I spread
them and added more wood.  Kelau put the pan on the edges of two rocks we'd
put in the fire; the grill was higher so that the fish could cook without
burning.  I learned how to gut a fish and to set it roasting.  When the
fish were all thoroughly cooked, Kelau put them in the pan with the Kongkum
and set the pan at the edge of the fire.

I watched Kelau pull his skimpy suit off while he faced away from me.  I
had about three seconds to lust over his fine ass. Then he leaped around,
crouching like a ninja fighter with his arms wide stretched and his dick
pointing at me like the barrel of a canon.

"It's fuck time, Nicky.  I gotta have that sweet ass of yours, you've got
me so horned up."

"Come on, Kelau, let's eat; I'm starving."

"I'm starving too, but I'm starving for your hot ass first."

Kelau rushed at me and forced me against a palm tree in a standing
position.  In a swift motion, he removed my trunks and made me hug the
tree.  His big cock was leaking enough pre-cum that we needed no other
lube.  He worked that throbbing pole between my cheeks and thrust upwards
into me.  I felt the shock wave all the way to my throat.  Kelau pistoned
me mightily, jabbing my prostate in the process.  In less than five minutes
of intense plowing, my dark muscle man exploded inside of me.  A
simultaneous burst came from me, but it dribbled down the bark of the tree.
I remained sandwiched between the super sexy islander and a tropical palm
tree until Kelau's breathing returned to normal.  When he tried to pull out
of me, I clenched him with my anal ring.

"Oh, you want so more do you.  My pleasure to give you pleasure, Nicky."

Kelau carried me, still imbedded in my hole, to the stack of sheets and
blankets. He pushed me to my knees, bent my upper body forward, surrounded
my waist with his muscular arms, and fucked my brains out until he came a
second time.  He withdrew and knocked me onto my side.

"I make you feel good, Nicky?"

With my breath knocked out of me, I barely managed to respond.  "Holy fuck,
Kelau.  Come closer, man."

When his face was near enough, I gave him a long, wet kiss, massaging his
lips with mine.  Then I kissed a trail down his neck, chin and upper chest
before stopping at his left nipple.  I licked it to a swollen state, and
then I latched on with my teeth.  I bit just hard enough to get his
attention without drawing blood.

"Shit, that hurts Nicky! Ease up, man."

"Ease up?  You fucking rape me against a tree and you want me to EASE UP???
You doggie-fuck me on the ground and you want me to EASE UP???  I'll show
you ease up."

I sunk my teeth into his nipple again and rushed him, making him fall
backwards.  The inertia of his fall sent his legs up in the air, so I
grabbed them and got him in a missionary position.  Now it was my turn.  He
was laughing, so I was doubly angered.  With his legs hooked over my
shoulders, I grabbed a handful of each butt cheek and handily slid my
dripping cock into his gorgeously muscled ass.

"Oh fuck!  Way to go, Nicky!"

With Kelau's encouragement, I drilled his ass intensely until I climaxed my
own generous load......

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