Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2011 15:04:07 +0100 (BST)
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Depravity Island - 3

Latest instalment in my Depravity Island series. For Encounters category
and any others you feel appropriate and under my name in Prolific
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I was on vacation on Stonewall Island, the 100% gay male resort and
residence in the Pacific Ocean. My partner and I were staying in a
self-catering apartment by the beach, so decided to go to the local
supermarket to get some provisions in.

As we shopped we saw sex taking place in the aisles, but on Depravity
Island (as it is known colloqually) such sights are commonplace everywhere.

We were amazed at some of the products on display. Bottled spunk for
instance, with a photo of the donor on the label. Used cum-filled condoms
even, again with a photo of the one who'd jerked off into it on the
label. You could even buy bottles of urine, etc. with the donor's picture
on the label if you were so inclined. In case you didn't believe the
picture matched the donors, all these products were sealed with a code and
included a link to a video clip where you could see the donor producing the
product and sealing the container with the coded label, held close to the
camera.

We preferred our spunk from a live cock, but amazingly that was on sale too
in this supermarket. They had a Cum Bar and a Piss Bar. My partner, John,
was really into water sports and drinking it, so he made a beeline for the
Piss Bar and I saw him holding out an empty pint beer glass for one of the
attractive young barmen to fill with hot urine. He sat on the stool and
sipped his hot drink along with other punters. The barmen would jerk you
off as you drank it for a modest fee.

I headed for the Cum Bar, and found about 20 gorgeous young guys seated in
a row with their cocks out wanking them. You could choose one, or if you
were really greedy for spunk you could have all 20 for a discount.

I watched as a guy in front of me in the queue paid for the whole line-up
of cocks. It was really disgusting but a turn-on to watch him suck them all
off one by one. Each guy was primed ready to spunk in his mouth as he knelt
before them, and by the time he got to the end his mouth was overflowing
with cum and it was running down his chin. He got up, swallowed the last
mouthful, wiped his chin with his hand and said: 'Delicious! Now I'm well
fed,' as he walked away.

As he'd sucked off each guy, another had taken his place ready to serve the
next customer.

I contented myself with a blond boy of about 18 who had a big circumcized
cock. I paid my money and knelt before him, mouth open as he jerked off
into my mouth. Suddenly he said: 'Here it cums - suck it all out. All my
beautiful sweet spunk!' I didn't need telling twice, I eagerly put my mouth
over the head to suck and spurt upon spurt of his lovely thick teenage cum
shot into my mouth. It tasted so spunky and sweet as honey.

'Did you enjoy the flavor of my teenage orgasm?' he asked. 'Would you like
me to jerk you off as you slowly swallow it?'

I couldn't speak with my mouth full of his thick delicious spunk, so I just
nodded, and he motioned me to sit in the chair he had just vacated. I did
so, and he knelt before me and slowly jerked me off. I came loads all over
his cute face, but he didn't seem to mind. Just wiped it with a tissue,
walked into the cum donators' restroom to build up a new orgasm, and I got
up from his chair as a redhead took the blond guy's place, getting his
uncircumsized cock out and jerking it ready for the next customer.

I'd never witnessed such sheer filth before in my life, but here on
Depravity Island it was commonplace.

So much for the supermarket and its disgusting products and the Cum and
Piss bars. We went back to the apartment, and cooked ourselves a nice
meal. Of course we were offered more sex by the ever-eager bellboys and
waiters from the complex restaurant. A waiter knocked on our door, rubbed
his crotch and handed us a voucher which said we could get a big discount
if we invited two bellboys or two waiters to sleep with us tonite, or the
voucher could also be used for a free short-time with a waiter or bellboy
if we paid the full price for an hour of sex.

We really didn't see the point of paying for it when it was all available,
at least to a young couple like us, free of charge everywhere on the
island. OK we'd paid to sample the bars in the supermarket, but that was
just because it was a novelty and because we were curious.

We decided to go out to a bar after our meal, and it was of course like one
huge backroom. Parts were dark and parts dimly lit. Men were copulating,
rimming, fisting and sucking each other. Everything was going on, even
rooms for scat and water sports.

'Don't you people ever get tired of this endless sex?' I asked the barman.

'Well yes we do to tell you the truth,' he said. 'Like working in a
chocolate factory - you gorge as much as you can the first week and then
can hardly stand the sight of the stuff.'

'Then why do you choose to live here?' I asked.

'I live here with my boyfriend six months of the year, and in Brighton in
England the rest of the time,' he said. 'The weather's good all year round
here, so we come when it's Winter in England. We do enjoy promiscuous sex
and threesomes but only in moderation. Just two or three times a week
usually.'

'Well it's certainly all available here,' I said.

We sat and drank our beers watching all the activity going on, then the
live show began. This was a 'Sausage Party' virtually unknown outside the
United States, provided especially for Americans, but of course everyone
participated. A very hunky stripper came on, first dressed in a hotdog
costume. He did a little dance, then the costume came off and he was
writhing naked in front of the bar clientele, and offering his erect cock
to be sucked by one and all. He presented his cock to us as we sat our
barstools, he kneeling on the bar in order to do so. It seemed rude to
refuse, so we each had a good suck, then he moved on to a couple next to us
who literally were craving his load.

They were fighting to get their mouths round his cock, so he teased them
both with it. First one then the other had it in their mouths, and the
stripper said: 'Who's gonna get my load? I'm about to shoot.' One grabbed
the cock out of the other's mouth, and the stripper had to restrain him:

'Steady on! There's enough for both of you. Here it cums!' he said, and he
shot six spurts of hot cum, three into the mouth and face of one, and three
into the mouth and face of the other one. The couple then kissed each
other, licking the strippers' cum off each other's faces.

Next came a live sex show with six couples doing everything to each
other. We witnessed copulation, fellatio, rimming, fisting - the lot. 15
minutes later the rubber mat they were on was covered in cum and was
removed.

We'd seen enough for one night, so headed back to the apartment. As we did
so two policemen in their smart uniforms stopped us and chatted us up. They
were not going to take 'no' for an answer, in fact they were quite
domineering.

'You two need big police truncheons up your arses!' said the dark-haired
one in a London accent.

'Yeah, you limeys are sex-starved. Here and back home in the States we just
pop into a video arcade to get all the sex we want - cock or ass, it's all
availble thru the glory-holes.' said the other cop, a blond with an
American accent. 'You tight-arsed limeys don't have any video arcades with
glory-holes. I was on a week's vacation in London; no quick sex anywhere
unless you went to a sauna or backroom. Even your public restrooms have
nearly all closed down. What a dump!'

They then escorted us not to our apartment but into the nearby police
station and thru a door marked 'Sex Recreation Room'. Here were loads of
guys being fucked in the arse and mouth by uniformed coppers. We were told
to lie on a bed and the two policemen gave us a good shagging. Their cocks
were really big, and our arses were quite sore afterwards.

We staggered back to the apartment, barely able to walk, and as we put the
key in the door an Oriental bellboy came up to us and said: 'Fucky wucky?
Me want big cockies up my bum bum!' He was very cute, and had the name
'Joseph' on his uniform. I couldn't resist the obvious retort: 'Not tonite,
Josephine!'

He looked perplexed. 'Me no Josephine - me Joseph. You fucky my bum bum
tomorrow nite please?'

We said we would, and he promised to bring a friend who also liked fucky
wucky up his bum bum.

We were clearly going to be exhausted by the time this week's vacation
ended!