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Paradise Found - Chapter 12
In the meantime, I rolled us over and clambered onto Kelau's awesome abs like I had done on the island. I rode his saddle horn again until he gave me another injection of his spunk. In so doing, he tripped my trigger and I shot a load that traced his forehead down to his cute belly button. We embraced and kissed hungrily until fatigue overtook us and led us to a brief nap.
Kelau and I had gone to sleep facing each other. When I awoke, I was spooned against his hard body with his firm cock imbedded in my ever-willing ass. My lover had raised my left leg and was thrusting away at me while he manhandled my nipples. I threw my head back against his shoulder and his sensuous lips closed over mine. He worked his talented tongue into my mouth, nearly causing me to gag.
My island stud pulled my leg to my chest and swiveled his buff body over that leg, coming to a rest atop me once again. I looked up at those seductive brown eyes of his and mouthed three words: "Fuck me, stud."
Kelau eased both of my legs back, got into push-up position and began the rhythmic pumping action of an oil derrick. He was drilling for something, alright, but it wasn't oil. The island hottie lowered his mouth to mine and suctioned on without skipping a beat in his hip action. I maneuvered my legs to his middle and clamped them around him. The pounding rain and the crashing thunder were very like this man plundering me: powerful and unbridled. Kelau's balls were prolific. It seemed to take very little time for the man to recharge after a forceful discharge. Maybe it was a case of "the more you breed, the more you make seed". In any case, Kelau was a dream lover come true.
"Shit, Nicky, I'm cumming again. HUHHHHHH.......UUUUHHHHHH......oooohhhhh." Kelau dropped on top of me and I held on tight to his muscular upper body. He turned his head to look into my sparkling baby blues and we were at it again with our mouths.
Round thirteen came at eleven o'clock on Saturday night. We had done it! It had coincided with the ending of the storm, but there sure was a muddy mess out there when we surveyed conditions Sunday morning. It was fortunate that Kelau's home was raised off the ground like it was. Having built the home at the top of a hill had also been a help to my studly islander. After donning cutoffs, we checked on the boat and found it was still safely tethered to the dock.
I felt a sudden urge to visit Kelau's outhouse and must have expelled about eight ounces of cum that had churned in my colon to create what has recently been coined "santorum". After my purge, I felt a little off. For the first time since I had met Kelau, I didn't feel like riding his pogo stick or submitting to his invasion of my innards. He was waiting for me on the dock with an evil, horny grin on his face. His hand rubbed his already stiff hose.
"You know what, Kelau? I think I'd better hike home, take a shower and then go do a few things at school to get ready for class tomorrow."
He looked disappointed, but offered, "I could maybe meet you this afternoon someplace."
"Why don't you swing by the school and we'll figure it out from there?"
That brought a smile back onto his handsome face. I went back up to his house, grabbed my things I had dropped there Friday and trudged back to my host family.
Not a hundred yards from Kelau's front door, I ran into Jemmy. He was coming from the bushes wearing a pair of binoculars around his neck.
"Bird watching, Jemmy?"
"Oh no. There are far more interesting things to look at than birds. I saw you and Kelau on his boat yesterday. Now that I know what you are like I can tell you I'm so fucking jealous of you, Nick. Ever since you arrived in our village, Kelau has kept away from me. I understand it now. He and I were pretty hot, did he tell you?"
"He may have mentioned it; he's been with a lot of guys, I guess you know."
"Kelau and I were pretty steady for the last three years."
"Well, you're a good looking dude. You could probably hook up with lots of guys."
"After you've felt the cock of Kelau up your ass, you are ruined for anybody else."
Well that was a lot to take in. Jemmy looked like a jilted lover, which I suppose was what he was. I put myself in his shoes (well, his flip flops) and knew how pissed I'd be if somebody else was fucking Kelau and he tossed ME aside.
"Jemmy, I think I can help you."
"Oh really? How? Are you going to share Kelau?"
"That's up to him, but I have another idea."
I stood nearly nose to nose with Jemmy, took his face in my hands and gave him a good hard kiss on the mouth. When I stepped back, his mouth dropped open.
"Oh wow, Nick. You're a great kisser."
I closed in on him again. Our hands dug into each other's back muscles as our lips and crotches pressed together with lust. Jemmy's body matched my own as far as being generously covered with lean muscle. When my hands glided down to his rounded buns, he did likewise to me. Where Kelau was definitely more aggressive, Jemmy and I were evenly matched.
"Jemmy, it's almost like making out with myself except your tan is better."
"I know. Isn't it freaky?"
"Freaky.....but hot, too. I remember thinking on the first day at school that I wanted to get to know you. At first it was just a physical attraction, but later it was your humor and natural ease with people that kept me interested."
"I noticed you too, Nick. Maybe I'm a bit narcissistic, but my immediate thought when you were introduced to the staff was that you were ME with lighter skin, eyes and hair."
We stood smiling at each other for several minutes before I remembered where I was going.
"I need to get home, do a few things and then head over to school to get ready for Monday."
"I was planning to do some schoolwork as well. Maybe we could get together over there and continue our talk."
"That would be great. See you later, Jemmy."
As we each walked to our intended destinations, I realized that things were going to get complicated. Jemmy wanted to meet and talk. Kelau was coming and likely would want to find a secluded place to drill me. He and Jemmy had a past. What to do........
I had actually completed a couple of hours of uninterrupted lesson preparation when Jemmy stuck his head in the doorway of my classroom.
"Hey sexy Nick."
"Hey yourself. Did you get much accomplished?"
"Oh yeah. I'm all ready for tomorrow. OWWWW!"
Jemmy jumped into the room rubbing his right ass cheek. Kelau stood in the doorway now with that familiar "I need to fuck something" look on his face. His eyes quickly darted from me to Jemmy and back several times.
"You horndog, Kelau."
He stepped into the room with a bit of a swagger. The bulge in his pants was very apparent, even before he began rubbing it.
"I'll bet Jemmy would let me fuck him right here and now, wouldn't you, Jemmy?"
Before Jemmy could answer, I cut in, "Not in my classroom, thank you very much." But Kelau grabbed Jemmy from behind and dry-fucked him against my desk as Jemmy squealed loudly and dramatically. (I forgot to point out that the main difference between Jemmy and me was that he was absolutely a drama queen.)
"Come on Kelau, a little respect, okay? This is a classroom for Pete's sake. I don't want to be in the middle of a math lesson and get visions of you pinning Jemmy against the furniture."
They both laughed and separated.
"You know he's right, Kelau. Nick's students are at that age where they can read the look on your face. They'll know if Nick is thinking about sex and then they won't let up."
Kelau smiled broadly. "I used to think about nothing but sex when I sat in this classroom years ago. As soon as my cousin opened the gate, it's all I ever thought about."
Jemmy and I simultaneously chimed, "horndog." We were all getting stimulated, so Jemmy invited us to his place. He lived a short distance from school in a house a bit larger than Kelau's. Jemmy had no close relatives in the village; he had relocated here from a village to the north. I came to learn that Jemmy's village was unduly influenced by christian missionaries, and his family had gotten on his case about his preference for men. It was easier to move to another village.
Jemmy's home was a mix of western decor and local design. His living room furniture was mostly made of bamboo of different lengths and widths, and woven palm branches. He had traditional wood-carving storyboards on his walls, while his bedroom displayed posters of famous American entertainers. Next to Jemmy's queen-sized (naturally) mattress I beheld David Cassidy on the wall; one more thing that connected us. Across the room, another prominent musician smiled at us with a mike in his hand: Bobby Sherman in tight leather pants. Oh my god.
"Well, it's not fancy but it's home to me," Jemmy said wistfully.
"I think it makes a great bachelor pad; I'd like to hang out with you sometime."
Kelau cocked an eyebrow as if to ask, "seriously?"
I looked at him. "What? I know you think Jemmy is hot; so do I."
"But you're such a bottom, Nicky."
"Are you forgetting the times I've fucked YOU, Kelau?
Jemmy looked stunned. "Get out. You fucked Kelau's ass? With your dick??"
"He didn't have any toys handy. Of course I used my dick!"
My co-worker walked into his living room and flopped onto the bamboo couch.
"I never in a million years would have guessed that Kelau EVER let anyone fuck him. I know about his cousin, but since then I mean."
"Just because WE never did it doesn't mean I don't like it once in awhile," Kelau said. "But right now I want YOUR ass, Jemmy."
Kelau made a quick move to Jemmy's couch, hoisted my co-worker over his shoulder and rushed him to the bedroom. I sat next to the doorway and jacked as my lover greedily had his way with our host. Over the next fifteen minutes or so there was grunting, moaning, slurping, shouts of orgasmic ecstasy from both men and, finally, silence. Kelau broke the silence with a quiet call about thirty seconds later.
"Nicky? Come in here, would you?"
Stepping into the room I beheld a sleeping Jemmy. He had been knocked senseless by the aggressive fucking Kelau had given him. My lover was lying on his side, his bare ass against Jemmy's, stroking his still pulsing pole of incredible fuck muscle. I knew the extent of his amazing horniness, and took the space available on the mattress after yanking off my clothing. I spooned my willing bottom against Kelau's heat; he put one arm around my middle and pulled me onto his post. It was slick with a slathering of cum he'd deposited into Jemmy, and slid into me with that hand into a glove ease.
On our sides, spooned together, Kelau commenced ramming me. Geez, he was tireless. My body attempted to arch away with each jab at my prostate, but his powerful arms kept pulling me back to him. Despite having jacked and spurted in the living room, I could feel the quick build-up of another volley. Kelau knew how to play my body like a musician with a fine instrument; he could read my non-verbal cues and stepped up the pounding. My horny lover rolled us over so that I was face down with him on my back. Kelau grasped my upper arms, knelt between my stretched out legs and sank his torpedo again and again into me until we both exploded. He dropped on top of me and licked my ear as his breathing and heart rate returned to normal. Still, he remained hard inside me as we both heard Jemmy begin to stir. I felt the stickiness underneath, and hoped Jemmy wouldn't be too pissed that I had spunked his mattress cover.
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