Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2012 18:22:46 +0000
From: D P <rookieauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Island of Indulgence part 1

This is my first story I hope you enjoy and any helpful comments regarding
this story would be appreciated as it will help me refine my writing style
to hopefully make subsequent attempts more enjoyable. This story begins
rather normal but as it progresses it will start to get more
fantastical. And now for the usual preamble.

This is a work of fiction and does not in any way endorse behaviour that is
illegal in your area, including but not restricted to underage viewing of
pornographic material, viewing pornographic material in a location where it
is forbidden, viewing pornographic material of a homosexual nature, viewing
pornographic material involving minors, viewing material involving not
quite humans of a mythic persuasion. You get the gist. If for whatever
reason you shouldn't be viewing this story; don't. If you choose to do so
then the author is not liable for your actions. This story will contain
graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse involving a teenage boy and,
adult males, Anthropomorphised animals, some less than anthropomorphised
animals, fantasy creatures, non-consensual sex and possible other
situations if requested or I think them up as I'm writing. This part
contains teenage boy self-masturbation and consensual sex between a teenage
boy and an adult male.

Do not claim this work without the express permission of the author.



Island of Indulgence: A boy named Michael

On a cold Halloween morning, an average 13 year old boy awakens on his
birthday.  He gets out of bed and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He
sees a 5'3 boy with a lean build, smooth white skin, short styled blonde
hair and piercing emerald green eyes staring back at him. He flashes a grin
at his reflection and then begins to smile thinking of all those girls, and
some boy too, whose hearts have fluttered at this gesture. He takes a quick
look around his room, sees the clothes he is going to wear for the day
balled up on the floor where he took them off the day before. He takes a
sniff at his armpits and grimaces. He really should have taken a shower
after basketball practice last night. But oh well it's not like he needs to
go anywhere today, Plenty of time to take a shower and then get dressed.

He steps into his small en suite bathroom drops the figure hugging white
boxer shorts and steps into the shower. He turns on the water and gasps at
the cold water running over his flawless skin. Nothing like a cold dowsing
to shake any lingering tiredness away he thinks. As the water begins to
warm up he relaxes a little and begins to apply shower gel all over his
body and into his hair. He rinses his hair free of suds and begins to work
over the rest of his body. He gives his smooth hairless pits a thorough
scrubbing to get rid of the previous day's exertions. He rubs soft hands
across his flat chest brushing for just the barest of moments over his
rigid nipples standing to attention due to the previous cold water and to
the light touch of his hand. As he reaches lower he begins to wash his 5
inch, uncircumcised penis, the feelings evoked by his soaped up hand is
just starting to take effect thinking of nothing in particular his quickly
stiffening member demanding that some action be taken, he slowly rolls back
his foreskin to reveal his shiny purple headed dick end he washes the skin
all around while thinking what it would be like to replace his soaped up
hand with the willing hole of someone else for the first time. Michael, for
that was his name, knew that while most men and boys liked to use the holes
in women to provide such great feelings of pleasure, he also knew that some
men and boys found other men preferable for providing the amazing feeling
that is an orgasm. Personally Michael doesn't care all he wants is to find
out if it is different when another person is providing the hole. Thrusting
his hips back and forward into his soapy palm he begins to feel that
tingling sensation that lets him know that he is getting close to that
delicious release of sexual energy, moving his hips faster and faster,
feeling the soft skin on his palm slide across his hot throbbing shaft. He
braces himself with his other hand on the shower wall as with three more
swift sharp thrusts he sprays his hot sticky white load over his hand and
the shower wall. For three months he had been able to actually shoot cum, a
feat that he was quite proud of himself for, he had even tried some as he
had seen a porn clip where a person had it in their mouth. He thought the
taste was great salty and sweet at the same time. He washed off what was on
him and wiped the bit that was on the wall away. He switched off the shower
and stepped out into the steamy little bathroom and began to dry himself
with a nice fluffy towel. When he was mostly dry he went to the sink and
began to brush his even, white teeth.

After Michael had finished his morning routine, he wandered back into his
room with the towel wrapped round his waist. He wandered over to his balled
up clothes and bent down to pick them up as he did so the towel slipped
from his waist. Bent over as he was he could see his reflection in the
mirror through his legs. In the mirror he could see his firm small buttocks
and a tight, bright pink pucker between them his small testicles and
hairless ball sack swinging beneath it and just a peek of his dick peeking
from them all. But that was not all he saw in that mirror. There was
something blurry in the corner as though the steam from the bathroom had
clouded up one section of the mirror and barely visible in that mist were
two vivid indigo eyes. Michael quickly straightened himself and retrieved
his towel and looked intently at the mirror. Nothing was out of the
ordinary no fogged section no eyes and nothing unusual at all. Backing
across the room Michael picked up his clothes never taking his eyes off the
strange mirror. Even whilst pulling on some clean tight camouflage print
boxers, his already worn jeans and loose t-shirt. He eventually backed out
of his room and closed the door.

He descended the stairs and proceeded to the kitchen for some breakfast. He
checked the clock on the wall; it was nearly 10 in the morning.  The room
was empty He knew his dad was working away on an oil rig and wouldn't be
back until next month, and Michael knew his mum wouldn't be in bed and if
she was in the house she would have heard him having a shower and been
making him some breakfast for when he got downstairs. It was unusual for
his mum not to be in the house on a Saturday but not unheard of she was the
local handy person if someone had a leak or an electrical fault, the people
in the small village in which they lived wouldn't call a plumber or
electrician they would call Michaels mum. He didn't mind it meant that the
people in the village were always nice to him offering him sweets and
drinks whenever they saw him. He didn't even mind that it was on his
birthday. With his dad working away as much as he did Michael's birthday
was often celebrated much more enthusiastically when the whole family was
together, he would get presents and cards and usually did some activity
with his mum on the 31st of October but the real parties were generally
more flexible. Michael settled down to his bowl of cereal and started
thinking about the camping trip that he and his mum would be doing this
weekend. He already had his backpack packed with some clean clothes tooth
paste and tooth brush. A tin mug and cutlery for his meals, a couple of
packs of dehydrated soup a small first aid kit, a Swiss army knife his dad
had given to him last Christmas, a good quality sleeping bag strapped
underneath his rucksack and a couple of other bits and pieces. Putting on
his shoes over his socks he decided to check he hadn't forgotten to pack
anything in his backpack and headed off into his room. Having a quick look
through and deciding that he had pretty much anything he needed he zipped
it up and looking at it wondering just how heavy it actually was he hoisted
it onto his back. It was a little bit heavy but nothing majorly
problematic. And just as he turned his head he once again caught a glimpse
of something unusual in his mirror, He had almost forgotten it but as he
turned to look full on into the mirror the image didn't fade as it had done
earlier the whole mirror was now misted and the indigo eyes were in a dark
shadow roughly the size and shape of a grown man, but behind that shadowy
figure weren't the reflections of his red and white wall paper but the
greens of a forest. Taking a step towards the mirror Michael touches the
surface of the glass and instead of the cold hard smooth surface he felt
nothing. Michael quickly withdrew his hand in shock and wonder. The shadowy
figure who had been watching Michael made a beckoning gesture for Michael
to follow, and then turned and began to walk away.

Without knowing why Michael reached out and touched the mirror once again
and still finding no resistance carried on pushing forward and passed
through the frame. His room dissolved away into nothing and there was
nothing but a blur of colours until with an almost audible mental snap
everything came back into focus. He was standing on a small hill looking
towards a small forest thick with trees of all types and shades of green,
behind him lay a small beach and what looked to be an ocean. There was no
sign of the shadowy figure that beckoned him forward moments ago, and no
sign of how he got here or how to get back. After a few moments of blind
panic at being lost with no idea of what had happened to him and no idea
where he was. He had just settled down on a small rock to try and think
through his problem when he noticed a person walking up the beach towards
him. As the new arrival got closer Michael could make out some of the man's
features. It was definitely a man somewhere in his mid to late twenties. He
had shortish red hair a muscular build, and about 5'10 tall. When the man
finally reached Michael it was clear that he was clear shaven and that he
had blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight.

"Hey" the man said, "I'm Colin, what's your name?"

"Michael. Where am I?"

"Well that is a bit of a long story and you may want to wait until we can
get a camp set up. Because believe me when night rolls in you are much
better off not out in the open."

"I don't have a tent I only have a few bits of camping equipment"

"Well I will help you build a rough shelter, there is plenty of wood in the
forest there, and at this time of day there isn't much to worry about as
long as you can still see the beach. So come on hop to it and collect as
much wood as you can of all shapes and sizes and we will sort you some
shelter"

After several long hours of hauling branches, sticks and logs to the little
hill Michael and Colin finally managed to create a small one roomed little
shack, nothing fancy but Colin pronounced it adequate. And so Colin dug a
quick fire pit and placed some of the remaining wood into the pit and set
it alight. The sun was starting to lower in the sky but according to Colin
there was still a few good hours of daylight left.

"So where am I Colin?" Asked Michael as they sat in front of the fire
sipping one of the soups he had packed

"This is called the Island of Indulgence. It's a strange place there are
few limits here regarding what is considered right and wrong. There are
only really three rules. One, you may not kill another creature on this
island. Two, you may not enter another creatures home without being invited
in. And three, money is forbidden."

"They are pretty weird rules"

"I did say this was a strange place. You will find that this place is all
about discovering your own personal sexual delights and helping to provide
others with their sexual delights."

"What, but I'm only 13" yelped Michael

"Well there are some people, like myself, who love younger guys in
particular."

"But I have never done anything with anyone before"

"Wow, then I really have struck it lucky, and In all honesty you have
probably done so, as well. In this place even rape is considered fair game,
that's why the no entry unless invited rule is there to allow people to
avoid or recover without constant fear.  But I am not particularly
interested in making you do something that you are not up for. But I would
love to be your first time. I will go at your pace and be respectful of
your boundaries."

"I erm, I don't know what to do and besides I don't really know you"

"Don't worry I will show you what's what. And as I said we can take it
slow. There is a lot about this place that you will probably need to
know. Firstly there is no disease on this island so you need not worry
about getting sick or contracting anything. Second there is nothing
poisonous here so you can try and eat pretty much anything the only problem
with that is that it might not taste nice. Third there are a lot of
creatures on this island of all different shapes, sizes, persuasions, and
temperaments. If it can speak then it is one of the creatures who should
not be killed."

"Okay, I understand so far. But what should I do I want to go home."

"Ah, there is a small problem with that once you are here you cannot leave
for a year, and once you leave you may never return. But there is nothing
to say you can't stay for longer than a year after one year has passed you
can leave at any time,"

"A year, but my parents will be worried about me. I can't stay here"

"Your parents know you are here. I thought you knew. When a child reaches
their 13th birthday they are sent off to this place, to live, enjoy and
experience all manner of things. I thought that was why you had a packed
back pack I assumed you knew."

"No I didn't know any of this."

"Well you are here now, try to enjoy it."

And with that Colin placed his lips onto Michael's soft lips. Michael
pulled away after moment, breathing fast.

"I thought you wouldn't do anything I didn't want you to"

"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy that kiss?" Colin replied

"I didn't say that. But I didn't expect you to kiss me"

"If you don't want me to do something say no and I will stop."

And with that Colin leaned in to kiss Michael again, This time when Michael
didn't pull away Colin, slowly worked Michael's mouth open with his tongue
and began to caress the teenagers slick wet tongue with his own. After a
breathless few moments Colin pulled away and Michael slumped forward
obviously not wanting to break the contact. Colin chuckled and slowly began
to lift the younger man's T-shirt feeling that smooth hairless skin and the
sensitive nipples as he worked it over Michaels head. With a growl of
desire Colin then began to lick the small raised bumps of the boy's
nipples, gently nipping them and hearing the boy moan in pleasure. Colin
then began to trace his tongue lower down Michael's chest. Colin fumbled
with the boy's jeans finally getting them free, never once losing contact
with the supple skin of Michael's abdomen.

As Michaels jeans were removed along with his shoes Colin lifted his head
to stare into those beautiful green eyes, wide as saucers staring at the
man who was providing the first sexual contact with another person. Already
Colin could feel the blood rushing to his groin at the pleasure both he and
Michael would soon be enjoying. But Colin knew to enjoy this moment he
would have to take his time as it isn't every day you get to enjoy a
virgin. So with a quick kiss on Michael's mouth Colin slowly lowered
himself to Michaels underwear covered bulge. Breathing in the clean scent
of teenage boy coming from Michael's crotch, Colin began to kiss all over
the material moving one hand to the waistband to remove them once the
suspense had managed to build to the point where they were both almost
ready to climax. Then with swift deft figures Colin removed Michael's boxer
shorts to reveal a hard 5 inch uncircumcised penis. Colin thought to
himself that this is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With the
tip of his tongue Colin licked from Michaels balls along the underside of
his delicious dick all the way up to the tip. He then opened his mouth and
took it in feeling the small cock in his mouth. Hot and throbbing twitching
at every slight touch, Colin began to work every inch of Michael's teenage
prick, with every trick he knew. Using his lips to pull back Michael's
foreskin, flicking his tongue across his piss slit, going as fast as he
could. Tweaking the boy's nipples with his fingers, massaging the boy's
tight buttocks with his other hand building a tantalising rhythm. Then with
barely a moments warning Michael gasped and Colin felt the hot sticky salty
sweet nectar that is boy spunk fill his mouth. Once, twice, thrice, four
shots. Colin swallowed it greedily wanting more even knowing he would have
to wait a little before he could get another batch.

I hope you enjoyed this instalment and that some of you will help to make
this a better story, I will pick up the next piece of this story with a bit
more from Colin and Michael and then we will see where that leads.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated as are compliments and
suggestions.

If anyone would like to email me my address is rookieauthor@gmail.com