This story contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between males primarily over the age of 21. Chapter 7 includes a flashback of an event that would be statutory rape in our society. If activity of this nature offends you, why are you here? If you are under age, come back when you've achieved legal consent. If you are a holy-roller looking for sinners to "save", concentrate on your own life and let others live theirs. Any similarity between my characters and anybody else is purely by coincidence. Enjoy the story, and please offer comments to the email address at the end of the chapter.
Paradise Found - Chapter 7
"Oh fuck! Way to go, Nicky!"
With Kelau's encouragement, I drilled his ass intensely until I climaxed my own generous load deep inside his gut......
When we were rendered no-longer-horny due to exhaustion, we took a blanket to the beach and spread it. We deposited ourselves on top of the blanket, and we looked out to sea as we conversed.
"So tell me about your first time on this island, Kelau."
"That was when my cousin brought me here to gather fruit after a pretty good fish haul. We ended up spending four days and nights. On the first night, my cousin got a little drunk on some vodka he brought hidden in his gear. He wanted to fuck my ass, but I had never done that. I dodged him and scrambled away several times until I tripped and knocked myself out against a tree. When I woke up, Malkerbesk was on top of me with my heels resting on his shoulders."
"So, he raped you."
"Well, I guess you could say that. When he was chasing me, I was kind of scared but a little excited at the same time. My dick kept getting hard, but I wasn't thinking that I wanted to let him have sex with me."
"So what happened when you regained consciousness?"
"At first I tried beating on his chest but, like I said before, he was built like I am now. He said something like, `come on you little fucker, give it a chance; I know I can make you like it'. Truth is, he started rubbing against that hot spot you and me love so well, and I did start enjoying it."
"So your cousin made you like guys?"
"Nah. I had been thinking about and liking men for as long as I could remember. Some of my friends used to get together and we would touch each other's dick to see whose would grow fastest or biggest."
"Let me guess; you were the winner every time."
"Yeah, usually. I'm not sure if it was because I liked touching or being touched; probably both."
"Well I sure like touching you now, you hot fucker."
Kelau laughed at that remark and continued gazing out at the horizon. I could tell he was reflecting back on the experience with his cousin. Either consciously or unconsciously, he started rubbing his crotch with one hand and his nipples with the other. He closed his eyes and started rocking ever so subtly. I thought I should help him out, so I gently pushed him onto his back, straddled his head on my knees, lowered my face to his crotch and inserted my hard cock into his waiting mouth.
I rolled us onto our sides, grabbed his hips and commenced bobbing on his dripping pole. Kelau followed my lead and wrapped his tongue around my shaft. He upped the ante when he began playing with my pucker. In about thirty seconds, he had pushed his middle finger through my ring and was massaging my prostate. Not one to ignore a good example, I gave Kelau the same pleasing rub he was giving me.
In unison, we nibbled, sucked and deep-throated each other hungrily. Kelau was infinitely more skilled at this than I was; he would contract his throat muscles while simultaneously pressing my pleasure nub. My island stud was making his best effort to milk a load of seed out of me. It didn't take long for me to erupt all the way down to Kelau's stomach. When he gave me my power-feeding, his expanding cock caused me to gag and expel him. The last few spurts ended up on my face.
"Sorry, Nicky. Let me get that for you."
Kelau flipped around and began licking the cum off my face. When it had all moved from my face to his mouth, he locked onto my lips to share the gooey treat. We made out extensively like the couple of extremely horned-up studs we'd already proven to be. Kelau broke away first.
"Dude, let's go eat some fish; I'm starving!"
We dashed, naked, to the campfire ring. It only took five minutes with the pan directly on the still hot embers to bring dinner back to full heat. Kelau dribbled a little more soy sauce on the greens and fish. Superb! I'd never eaten such tasty fish in my life. We topped it off with fresh fruit, and I explained the literal meaning of "passion fruit" to my hot tropical lover. He laughed.
"Do you think we need it, Nicky?"
"Do you think the sex can get any better, Kelau?"
"We can keep trying, right?"
We went back to the blanket on the beach to watch the sunset. The shades of pink and orange on the scattered clouds made a brilliant display. As darkness rolled in, the sky became an awesome layout of glitter. Draco rose at the horizon, and it was pretty plain why island cultures had this myth about fishermen devoured at sea if they stayed out too late. It grew quite cool, so Kelau had an idea to spread a sheet on the sand and wrap us up in the blanket. We were extremely energized from the workout and the delectable fish dinner, but our focus was the emerging sparkle in the sky. Kelau shared tales told to him by his grandfather; the stories described the roles of the ancients and how they were placed in the heavens to protect.
"I guess if my cousin had been purely evil, I would have been protected. He didn't bring anything out of me that wasn't already there."
"So how did the rest of that trip work out?"
"The first time he fucked me, it was pretty much all about him. I got hard, but I didn't cum. When he was finished, he got behind me and spooned with me till we both fell asleep. Sometime during the night, he got hard again and pushed his way into me. He rubbed my chest and played with my dick till I had my first cum with a plugged up ass. Next day, every time we looked at each other, we both got hard."
"And this cousin was how old?"
"He was nineteen and I was fourteen."
"And you said he looked like you look now?"
"Yeah."
"Hot. Is he still a stud?"
"He was mighty fine until he turned thirty. The family arranged a marriage with a girl from another island. She wasn't very pretty but she had these huge boobs. That's the one thing that seemed to get Malkerbesk interested in a female. Anyway, after he was married awhile, he started packing on the pounds. I asked him about that and he said he was getting a lot less exercise because his wife only let him have sex with her two or three times in a week. When she got pregnant the first time, she cut him off totally until the baby was almost six months old.
"So did you see him a lot before he turned thirty?"
"Not so much. By the third day on the island, he was fucking me repeatedly throughout the day and I was loving it. He even talked me into trying to fuck him once, but that didn't work out so good."
"Why not? You're such an expert now."
"I didn't really get into that until I was about seventeen and had a little muscle on me. When I was skinny and runty, guys just came onto me wanting to plug my ass and shoot their spunk. After I muscled up a little, I started to get the younger guys to play. I never forced anybody like my cousin did."
"Do you think he ever did that to anyone else?"
"I know he did. Some of my friends I've had in the last ten years have told me stories about Malk. Some were completely dazzled by his body; others, he got them drunk first."
"Sounds like the man has a problem."
"On the last day of that famous fishing trip, we had this wild session on the beach. We rolled around so much in the sand that we had to take a swim to clean all the crevasses. When we got on his boat, he looked all serious at me and said we wouldn't ever speak of the island again unless we were headed there after fishing. He never touched me on our home island. As far as I know, he never had sex unless he was on his boat or away on a fishing trip. The man did go fishing a lot."
"Guess that kept him in shape........like it keeps you in shape, hot guy."
Kelau chuckled. "Yeah, sex is the best exercise."
It had gotten quite late, probably closing in on midnight. I felt Kelau's strong hand glide up my leg to my crotch. I responded in kind. Within minutes, we were sucking on each other's tongue as Kelau pumped my ass for the umpteenth time that day. He made sure that his movements triggered a prostate orgasm for me. When we were both satisfied, my smoking island lover pulled the blanket over our entwined bodies and we quickly drifted into dreamland. It was an excellent, restful sleep that was only disturbed by the rising of the morning sun.
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