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.