Date: Wed, 02 Mar 2005 18:29:32 -0800
From: Jingjok <lizwrite@earthlink.net>
Subject: Reefer Madness

WARNING: The following material contains depictions of explicit sexual
activity. If the laws of your jurisdiction do not permit you to view such
material, please leave here at once and go to where you can learn how to
work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you are offended by such
material, please seek psychiatric counseling to discuss why you are here in
the first place.

On the other hand, if you simply don't care for the type of material
indicated by the story codes, well, have a nice day.

gay, encounter, interracial, M+Mm+ anal oral

DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All of the parts
in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and
disguise.

HEALTH WARNING: This story is a fantasy. If you go to an island like the
one in this story, take several boxes of condoms and make sure you and your
parners use them. Then, in the morning, buy some more.

=====

Martin leaned on the railing, experiencing the sunset. His mind seemed to
float among the pink clouds that obscured the sun's disk, but were not low
enough to block the reflected light that turned the surface of the ocean to
gold.

All of the other tourists had left this exotic little bar on the beach that
served such fine sangria and such strong ganja to those who knew where to
find it. Martin wasn't concerned, because he knew the cruise ship wouldn't
depart until ten o'clock the next morning. He didn't know that the evening
clientele here would be quite different.

Martin stared at the moving clouds, as if through a haze. He vaguely became
aware that his cock was very hard, and felt tight and confined. He moved
his hand to adjust it, and noted with interest that a hand was already on
it. He looked around to see a very black boy in yellow shorts, a couple of
years younger than himself.

The boy smiled. "Sunset is very pretty," he observed. "You watch. I help,"
offered the boy.

Martin returned the smile, and turned back to watch the clouds. The boy's
hand roamed softly over the front of Martin's shorts. His gentle fingers
caressed the length of the hard rod, and then wandered lightly across his
balls. Martin felt only a warm glow in his groin, and dreamily saw the
clouds begin to change to purple. He didn't notice that the boy had
unbuttoned the front of his pants.

Martin began to find animal shapes in the floating clouds. A purple
elephant nuzzled a fluffy pink sheep. He didn't feel his shorts drop to his
ankles. Only a cool breeze on his cock made him look down to see black
hands tugging the front of his briefs over his balls. The garment dropped,
and a dark hand moved to stroke softly along the hard pole.

"You watch. I help," repeated the boy.

Martin followed with fascination the growth of a great, fuchsia colored
donut, and barely felt the smooth skin of the boy's belly rub against his
naked butt. He felt the soft hand stroking his cock, but didn't notice the
one that was unbuttoning his shirt.

The big donut broke apart and was replaced by a large pink cloud that
seemed to be rolling, like a fat wheel. Martin was dimly aware that a
stronger hand now stroked his cock, while other gentle fingers caressed his
chest. He absently cooperated when the boy lifted first one of Martin's
feet and then the other to slide off his sandals.

Martin stepped out of his shorts and briefs, and never noticed the boy
gently guide his feet so his legs were spread. He looked down and saw the
dark globes of the boy's naked butt sticking out over the edge of the
platform, outlined against the white sand below. He wanted to touch them,
but they were too far away, like the clouds.

The play of light on the ocean diverted his attention. He barely felt the
boy's soft face brush his inner thigh as he lifted his pink tongue to
juggle first one pale ball and then the other. Only a warm glow was
associated with the strong dark hand that stroked his cock, and the other
that played with his hard nipples. He thought nothing of the long firm
object that nestled along the valley of his butt.

As he watched the shimmering ocean waves reflect first the golden sun and
then the pinkish clouds, he gradually became aware of the many sensations
all over his skin. There seemed to be two pairs of hands caressing each
side of his back and abdomen, as a tongue teased each of his nipples. His
mind drifted again, and he only dimly felt a firm pressure apply a cool
cream to his butthole.

His hands dropped from the railing to feel a curly black head that was
somehow associated with a wet warmth that engulfed the head of his cock. He
returned to earth, and watched with interest as the black face swallowed
the length of his long pink cock. Martin moaned as it rubbed deep within
the boy's clutching throat. His hands caressed the boy's velvety ears as
the tight, wet lips slid along the length of Martin's hot cock.

Martin felt strong hands pulling his hips toward a hot hard knob that
pressed into his squishy asshole. He felt a great warmth flood his insides,
and dimly felt a large hot intrusion fill his hole. He moaned as the big
pole in his butt made short slow strokes deep inside. A tongue still teased
each of his sensitive nipples.

He watched with curiosity as another smiling naked black boy stuck a creamy
finger between the dark globes of the boy who pleasured his dick. Then he
felt hands on both sides support him as he was pushed over backwards. The
big pole stayed firmly in his butt, as the man behind fell slowly to his
back, bringing Martin to lie on top of him.

Hands caressed his thighs and held his legs down, as the man beneath him
thrust his iron shaft up and in. Martin's hard dick stood alone, but not
for long. The sweet black boy who had eaten his dick like candy came to
squat above Martin's groin. He raised the hard cock he found there, and
slowly lowered his slippery hole onto it.

Martin saw a look of sheer bliss cover the boy's face as the long pink pole
slid into his tight tunnel. The agile boy raised and lowered himself,
squeezing Martin's hot stick with his clutching channel, as his hand
stroked his own hard black rod. Below, the big pole thrust deeply into
Martin's butt.

Martin's groin burned with fire in front and back. He thought there could
be no greater bliss, until another slim boy came and knelt above his chest.
The boy presented his long black rod, and Martin's tongue eagerly slurped
around the small plum. The boy leaned forward, his tight black navel above
Martin's eyes, and raised and dipped his hips to thrust his stick deep into
Martin's throat. The boy bouncing his tight butt along Martin's hot cock
leaned forward to tickle the other boy's pink asshole with his tongue.

The big cock below pushed steadily in and out through Martin's hot channel.
The boy above bounced his butt and waggled his tongue. The stimulation was
to much for the boy doing pushups above Martin's nose, and his throbbing
cock erupted, sending a hot spray of sperm into Martin's throat. He pulled
back, letting Martin catch the next sweet spurt on his tongue, and then
buried his pole deep inside to gush another load. Martin's hands reached up
to idly caress the boy's satiny buns.

The boy pulled out, and rolled to one side. Now Martin could see the
bouncing black boy pumping his own cock at blinding speed. The boy's sweat
slick dark body went rigid, and his asshole clenched like velvet shrink
wrap around Martin's cock, as a spray of sperm shot out to land on Martin's
chin. Spurt after spurt laid a creamy trail down Martin's chest and belly,
the last drops falling into a pool at his navel. The boy fell back weakly,
as black hands came to support him.

Martin's cock burned when the boy was pulled off. He felt the man below
hook his feet around Martin's ankles. Hands pulled them both up and
forward, until Martin rested on his knees, and the man, tight behind him,
pumped again into his butt.

Martin reached to stroke his own cock, but a hand pulled him away, as
another slim boy knelt ahead of him and backed his round, black butt toward
Martin's cum streaked pink rod. The helpful hand aimed Martin's cock at the
pink hole, and the boy pressed back, swallowing the long pole into his
slick channel.

Now Martin pumped in rhythm with the big pole up his butt. He drew back to
receive the plunging hose, then pressed forward to spear the black boy's
narrow bottom. He reached one hand around to find and stroke the youth's
silky stick, while the other roamed over the boy's smooth belly and up to
his chest, tweaking the hard nubs. The boy squirmed in ecstasy, wiggling
and clenching his tight ass.

Dark hands pressed the wriggling boy forward to his elbows, and a slim
black leg stepped across him, bringing a new cock to Martin's lips. This
one was ready, and Martin licked a sweet gob of precum from the head before
swallowing it deep into his throat.

The big pole behind beat against Martin's prostate with each deep push,
making Martin's dick throb as it slid through the young boy's tight tunnel.
That boy was pounding his own hot stick now, as Martin guided the narrow
hips of the boy stuffing his throat.

Martin felt the hard rod in his mouth expanding. His own dick felt as large
as a baseball bat as he drove it deep into the clutching butt of the
squirming boy beneath him. When that boy's pulsing cock shot a stream of
cream onto the ground, his spasming channel milked the long, pink pole it
surrounded. Martin sucked harder and faster on the slim youth before him,
until hot sperm flooded his throat.

His own cock erupted into the ecstatic boy below him, spraying load after
load of cream into the tight little butt. Martin's ass clenched, and the
big stick behind spurted jets of jism deep inside his channel. Martin's
mind went blank with an excess of stimulation, and his strength failed as
he collapsed into the arms of the big man who held him.

=====

Sunrise brought Martin awake. His body was limp, but rested. He found that
he was wearing his T-shirt and shorts, and his sandals were neatly placed
beside the chaise on which he reclined. The balcony of the club was
deserted; no one was in sight. He got to his feet, and started walking
toward the dock to catch a ride to his cruise.

Round white clouds dotted the bright blue sky. Gravel crunched beneath his
sandals as Martin hiked along the road. He wondered if what he foggily
remembered had really happened, or was it all just a ganja dream?

=====

the end