Date: Sun, 15 May 2011 14:39:17 +0100 (BST)
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Depravity Island

DEPRAVITY ISLAND - by Ted Gay

I'd heard of the place - an island bought by gay men exclusively for their
use. Many lived there, but it was also a place where gay men went on
holiday. Unlike Mykonos, Sitges, Gran Canaria and other gay resorts, the
island was exclusively for gay or bisexual men, so there were no
inhibitions or sexual restrictions anywhere on the island. The official
name, once it had been bought as a gay resort and domicile, was Stonewall
Island, after the New York gay bar which was raided all those years ago and
started the gay liberation movement.

The island was very remote, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The climate
was warm all year round, and it was a fair size; about 50 x 30 miles. A
number of big and smaller towns had been built on it. The original few
villages were evacuated by the handful of local residents when gay men
bought the island - apart from two male islanders who were gay themselves,
shunned by the former inhabitants, and who first promoted the idea of
making Stonewall a 100% gay island.

The downside of living there permanently was, apart from its remoteness,
the accusation of choosing to live in a gay ghetto where you never met any
women or straights. Obviously no children allowed there either, because of
the free, uninhibited sex which went on everywhere. Gay men with children
had to leave them at home when holidaying there, or in the special tiny
resort near the airport - the only place on the island where women,
straight men and children were allowed. It had all the facilities for kids,
including a safe beach, and a full complement of trained child minders. In
view of the relatively few gay men with children who had to bring them on
holiday, the kids' resort was just one beach and a few buildings fenced off
from the rest of the island.

I went on holiday to Stonewall Island last year, and can't wait to go
back. I stayed in the main resort called Cocktown. It had a resident
population of 100,000 so was really a city. It had everything a promiscuous
gay man could wish for: cottages and gay porno video arcades with
glory-hole cubicles, saunas, gay clubs and bars, gay cinemas and of course
some beautiful gay beaches.

What hit me as soon as I left the plane was how much sex was going on
everywhere. In the airport itself, going thru Passport Control, the
handsome young uniformed guy who checked my passport in his little booth
had a look of ectasy on his face as I approached, and as I handed him my
passport he groaned loudly and shouted: 'Oh, oh - I'm cummin'!' I put my
face up to the window and peered down and saw the top of a shaven head
giving him a blow-job. A moment later a fit young skinhead stood up, spunk
all over his lips and face, came out of the booth, looked straight at me
and said: 'His cum tastes lovely - here see what you think!' With that he
snowballed me, and we had a long spunky snog, during which I licked the
delicious Passport Control guy's cum off his face. Other men in the queue
got their cocks out and started wanking - the erotic entertainment had
started early.

Eventually I did get thru Passport Control, collected my suitcase and went
thru Customs, where another handsome young guy in uniform asked if I had
anything to declare. I said I didn't, and he said: 'I mean do you have a
large cock or big hole which needs servicing?'  I blushed redder than a
beetroot, as I had a raging hard-on from the spunky kiss I'd just enjoyed
with the skinhead. 'Come this way, sir!' said the well-fit Customs guy, 'I
think we need to do a full rectal search.'

He took me thru to a little room and made me take my pants down and lie
face down on a kind of bed. He then inserted a dildo into my arse to open
it up, then put on a condom, lubed up and literally fucked the spunk out of
me. I shot a load all over the bed, after which he invited me to have a
shower, I got dressed, collected my suitcase and went into the Arrivals
Hall.

Here I was met by ginger-haired young guy who introduced himself as
Jamie. He looked about 18, and was dressed very provocatively in tight,
torn jeans and t-shirt showing a lot of tattooed flesh. He gathered 40 of
us together and led us to the coach, where a good-looking Latino driver sat
there masturbating a huge cock.

'This is Pedro,' Jamie said by way of introduction. 'He has a big cock, as
you see, and likes to be given a blow-job while driving. Any volunteers?'

40 hands went up, including my own, though I did feel I had to ask the
obvious question: 'A blow-job while he's driving? Isn't that dangerous?'

'Pedro says it relaxes him and helps him to concentrate, though of course
he does pull-over and stop when he's about to shoot his load,' explained
Jamie.

'Oh that's all right then, I suppose' I said, though I still wasn't exactly
comfortable with the thought of being driven by a man having his cock
sucked. Anyway a pretty young thing of about 16 beat the rest of us to
Pedro's cock, and for the next 20 minutes or so as we left the airport and
headed down the dual carriageway towards Cocktown, we could see the
teenager's head bobbing up and down and hear Pedro's moans of satisfaction
as he drove.

Meanwhile all the men in the coach started copping off with each other,
encouraged by Jamie who walked up the central aisle with his own cock
poking out thru his torn jeans letting everyone in the aisle seats have a
taste of it. 'Get his cock out!,' said Jamie as he came up to me, pointing
to the crotch of the rather overweight hairy bear sitting next to me in the
window seat. I didn't know quite what to say, as I'm not into the bear
look, but didn't want to appear unfriendly. So I just said I wasn't in the
mood as I'd had sex at the airport.

'That's no excuse, we have sex all the time here so you'd better get used
to it,' said Jamie. 'Anyway perhaps he'd prefer another bear?'

'Well I'm not fussy,' said the big hairy guy next to me an an American
accent. 'A mouth is a mouth, an ass is an ass. I'll stick my huge cock
anywhere so long as it's male and still kicking!'

'Anyone fancy a nice hairy bear with a big cock to fuck the shit out of
them?' shouted Jamie (discreetness and sophistication were obviously not
Jamie's forte), and about 10 hands went up. 'And what type do YOU like?' he
asked, looking at me.

'Well you're very nice yourself,' I said.

'OK, one of you who put your hands up come up here,' said Jamie, and there
was a rush to take my seat as I stood up. Another bear got there first,
dropped his pants and soon had my former neighbor's big cock up his hairy
arse. Jamie took me to the front of the coach where the young lad was still
giving Pedro a blow-job. Jamie sat in the courier's seat and I knelt on the
floor and started sucking him off thru the hole in his jeans where his cock
was sticking out, covered in his sweet teenage pre-cum.

Pedro's moans were getting louder, and he slowed the coach down and pulled
into a layby. I looked up and saw a sign out of the window as we pulled in:

'DRIVERS HAVING THEIR COCKS SUCKED: IN THE INTERESTS OF SAFETY PLEASE PULL
IN HERE BEFORE GIVING A FACIAL OR CLIMAXING IN HIS MOUTH!'

Well that's direct and to the point, I thought, and as Pedro reached his
climax and the teenager moaned in satisfaction I continued servicing Jamie.

'Mmm, Pedro's cum tastes delicious, and there's such a lot of it,' the
teenager informed everybody as he swallowed Pedro's big load.

We got on our way again, and I gazed at Jamie's sexy, scented tattoed body
and his belly button showing thru his torn t-shirt as I sucked him
off. Jamie's cock was not too big, but firm and hard in my mouth. Just the
way I like them, as I find the bigger cocks harder to bring to climax. I
felt Jamie's medium sized cock firm up in my mouth, and I knew he was about
to feed me his milk. Seconds later he moaned as spurt after spurt of lovely
thick Jamie cream shot all over my tongue and filled my mouth. His young
spunk tasted absolutely delicious, and I swallowed his load greedily, but I
still hadn't cum myself since getting on the coach.

I needn't have worried about that, as when I went back to find the seat
vacated by the bear who had taken my seat, I found myself sitting next to a
dark-haired, good-looking guy in his late 20s/early 30s with spunk-covered
stubble on his face. He was wearing a nice sexy aftershave, and the smell
of that and his spunky face (he had obviously just sucked someone off)
became overwhelming as he leaned over and kissed me, transferring a load of
thick sperm into my mouth from his.

I wondered whose cum I'd just tasted, and as if answering me he said: 'I've
just sucked him off,' pointing to a blond lad of about 20 sitting in the
seat the other side of the aisle. 'Lovely load he gave me, don't you think?
I'm hungry for more though'. With that he unzipped me and went down on my
now rock-hard, throbbing cock. Meanwhile the blond guy from across the
aisle knelt beside me and started kissing me, then he started talking in my
ear: 'He's hungry, he needs feeding, feed him your load. Go on, he's
ravenous for your spunk! Feed him, feed him your cream, he's gagging for
it! Just unload in his mouth, he wants to drink your orgasm!'

I screamed as I climaxed while the blond guy snogged me again and I shot my
load into my new neighbors' mouth. He sucked greedily and drained my balls
of spunk. I felt exhausted as he came up for air and licked his lips, then
shouted: 'More, more! I want more spunk, who's got some for me to drink?' A
dozen hands went up and he squeezed past to suck them all off one-by-one,
greedy cunt!

We eventually got to the hotel complex, and here it was more of the
same. In fact in the streets of Cocktown as we drove along we could see
guys having sex everywhere. Couples and groups fucking and giving blow-jobs
in the street. Guys in office suits with their cocks sticking out lewdly
thru their flies, just waiting on street corners for blow-jobs. They never
had to wait long before someone was on their knees on the pavement before
them or stopping in cars and giving blow-jobs thru the rolled down windows.

In the hotel the receptionist was being given a blow job as he checked us
in. We could hear the slurping noise and the moans from beneath his
counter. In the corridors guests wandered in and out of each others' rooms
all night, hardly anyone bothered to lock their doors unless they wanted
privacy. I had to lock mine in the end as it was a small room and I was
full to capacity with 32 men squeezed in there. We were all having group
sex. I was gang-banged by all 32 cocks, then they all fed me their sperm in
turn. My face was covered in it, and I swallowed loads of the stuff. I was
truly spunk drunk by then.

They all left and I re-locked the door to get a bit of rest. I turned on
the TV and all the channels were largely gay porn, or sexy game shows. One
channel had blindfolded contestants giving blow-jobs to six hunks
identified by numbers on their tight t-shirts. The first one to climax then
left the room, followed by the next. When all six hunks had climaxed and
left the studio, the blindfolds were removed and each contestant had to
guess which hunk he had just sucked off. The winners then had an
elimination contest with some fresh hunks, till only one contestant was
left and was declared overall winner. The prize was to be in a gay porno
film and be gang-banged by your favorite 20 porn stars, and get to keep the
DVD of course. Not exactly the holiday film to show to your family back
home.

On one channel was a version of the soaps Coronation Street and EastEnders
combined. It had Jason Grimshaw and Tommy Duckworth look-alikes from
Coronation Street and Darren and Jay look-alikes from EastEnders playing
those characters and enjoying a foursome in the Rover's' Return as other
regulars ate their hotpots and drank their drinks. The Emily Bishop
character complained to the Ken Barlow one that it was never like this when
Ena Sharples, Martha Longhurst and Minnie Caldwell used to drink in The
Snug of the Rover's. Ken's gay son, however, was snogging his boyfriend at
the bar, while Sean looked on at all the gay sex going on and said to
Norris: 'Get's more like Canal Street in here every day. And the so-called
straights are worse than us gay boys'.

It's something Newton and Ridley put in the beer,' said the Norris
character. 'I even found myself fancying that old cow Shirley, Phil
Mitchell's bit of rough!'

I turned off the TV and started to drift off to sleep, when I heard a knock
on my door. 'Room service!' I heard someone shout. I hadn't ordered room
service, but it seems it was part of the package deal. I opened the door to
a sexy young bellboy in red uniform, who put down a tray of delicious
looking food and asked if I'd like spunk sauce on it. When I said that
would be nice, he unzipped his fly and masturbated over my steak, then sat
next to me and jerked me off as I ate it.

I was wakened at 9 a.m. by another bellboy, equally good-looking in his red
uniform, who brought be breakfast. He didn't spunk over it, but simply laid
on my bed till I'd finished, then whipped off his trousers and turned over,
inviting me to fuck his tight little arse. He couldn't have been more than
18, with an innocent looking face. He then lay on his back with his legs in
the air as I fucked him. I leaned down and kissed his pink lips as I
reached my climax. I pumped my load into his tight little arse as I gazed
into his blue eyes no longer innocent looking but now glazed with pure
lust. Then he jumped up, pulled his uniform trousers back on, took my
breakfast tray and left saying: 'If you require anything else, just ring
for room service, sir!'

I was going to enjoy my two weeks on Stonewall. But could I take all this
rampant sex 24/7. Only time would tell.