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Paradise Found - Chapter 8
Kelau had been correct. When I walked up the path from his house going towards the main trail, I'm sure I was walking differently than before the weekend had begun.
After we unloaded the gear from his boat and toted it up to his house, Kelau had wanted one last fuck on the mattress in his place. I happily obliged and then said good-bye with a generous suckling of his nipples.
"When can we get together again, Nicky?"
"I've got school tomorrow. You want to meet me at the showering place?"
"I thought you didn't like doing anything where you could be seen."
"Well, I don't; but I think I'm becoming addicted to your dick, so let's work something out. I could come to your place on weekends."
"Mmmmmmm, I like the sound of that. Maybe we could go fishing again."
He'd had a very broad smile when he said "fishing" which I figured was code for "let's go to the island and do it again there." I was all for it, but at the same time I was thinking there were other places to go and things to do together. As far as getting together during the school week, we were going to have to play that one carefully. Schools everywhere are hotbeds for gossip, and middle school aged kids are pretty nosy. On the other hand, despite any warnings we Volunteers had been given falsely, the Palau Islands were pretty liberal when it came to sex so long as nobody flaunted what they were doing.
I got back to my host family's home and immediately encountered my "mother" who seemed to be in a combative mood.
"Nick, I want to know who you have been with."
It seemed better to lay all cards on the table and then just deal with the fallout, so I admitted spending the weekend with Kelau.
"Kelau? Why would you stay with him? He does nasty things with boys and young men your age.
"Nasty things? I went fishing with him. What's nasty about that?"
She opened her mouth as if to continue her rant, and then quickly closed it.
"You just need to be careful around him. He made my son do things."
"What do you mean by `things'?"
"Never mind. Just be careful if you have anything more to do with Kelau."
She stormed off towards the kitchen before I had a chance to say anything more. It was obvious that she had a pretty clear idea of the activities my "brother" had engaged in, and she was nowhere close to `okay' with that. So all I needed was a plausible reason for spending time at Kelau's place, and a ready excuse if I happened to be walking funny.
I went to my room, grabbed a towel and a fresh set of clothes and headed towards the shower area. Then I heard the voice of the older of my two younger "sisters".
"Ey kau (hey, you) Nick. Grandma's down at the shower doing some laundry. She might be washing herself too."
"Thanks for the warning, Lelly. I sure don't want to scare Grandma."
In my head I was grossing out over the possibility of seeing that fat old woman's naked rear end or her saggy boobs that probably hung down to the top of her belly. Eewww! So I figured I'd just hang with my sister until the shower area was clear.
"So, Lelly, how come you guys came back early Friday night? I thought you were planning to spend the whole weekend in Koror."
"My daddy's boat quit working when we were about halfway across. He was cleaning something inside the motor and it finally got started again. By then my mom said we should just come back home."
"Lucky for you it was high tide when you came back."
"Oh yeah. My daddy said that when we got closer to here."
"So what did you do all weekend at home?"
"Lorie and me we were playing by my mom’s taro patch. My mom made up this game to see who could fill a bucket with the most weeds. I let Lori win. Then we went with my mom to pick fruit. After that we came back and helped grandma clean the house. She found your note and gave it to my mom. My mom just made her eyebrows go up." "Did she say anything when she read the note."
"She asked me if I thought you had a girlfriend."
I chuckled to myself. I definitely had a friend, but it wasn't a girl. What were these people anyway, republicans? Lelly noticed the smile on my face.
"So do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Have a girlfriend."
"For me to know and you to find out, nosy."
Lelly started skipping around and singing, "Nick's got a girlfriend. Nick's got a girlfriend. I know who she i-is. I know who she i-is."
"So who is she, smartypants?"
"I think it's Miss Itab, my teacher. I saw you talking to her at school."
"Lelly, teachers talk to each other at school all the time. I talk to Mr. Jemmy, and he's not my boyfriend."
Lelly made a funny face at me before saying, "Mr. Jemmy already has a boyfriend. Everybody knows about it but they pretend they don't know." Well this was an interesting tidbit. Jemmy had caught my eye in a way very different from how Kelau attracted my attention. Jemmy was less muscular and rather slender. His skin tone was more like coffee with cream in it. He was bright, funny; good friend material.
Just then, I noticed "grandma" trudging up from the spring. I greeted her and went on down to the shower area. I looked around and confirmed how isolated it really was. The only visible trail was downward from the house. There were enough trees and tall plants to give pretty good cover. I stripped and poured several dippers of cool water over my head. Oh man, did that feel good.
Several minutes into soaping and scrubbing, I heard that telltale twig snapping sound again and whirled around towards the mangroves. Give you one guess who it was.
"Nick, it has only been a couple of hours since you left and I was really hoping you'd be taking a shower."
"Well, you got your wish, Kelau. Let me think if I can figure out your next wish."
Quicker than I could get the words out, Kelau was standing naked behind me, nuzzling my neck, running his hands up and down my front and poking his rock hardness between my cheeks. I let him bend me forward enough to create the necessary angle for entrance. Kelau's awesome pole glided into me like a hand into a perfect glove. I clenched my ring to urge him on, and he rose to the occasion by hammering me with frenzied thrusts. It didn't take long for his body to tense up, and for his canon to deliver a volley of rapid bursts. He clung to my body as his breathing returned to normal.
Not to leave me hanging on the edge, Kelau withdrew, dropped to his knees and took my swollen cock into his mouth. He suctioned my hose and manipulated my balls with one hand while his other hand busily found my prostate. It didn't take long for me to serve up my own spunk shake for Kelau to devour. He swallowed about half of it and then shared the rest of it with me in a lingering, sensuous kiss that took my breath away.
Midway through the lip massage, Kelau lowered us to the ground and got me on my back. He worked his still erect muscle back into my canal and commenced another fuck that was lengthier in terms of time. My muscular island stud manipulated my legs so that his pulsing pole could properly work my prostate. We came simultaneously, and then Kelau dropped on top of my heaving chest.
"You horny devil, you. Have you ever counted how many times you've fucked and cum in a single day? What's your record?"
"Whatever it is, I want to break that record with you. In fact, that's my plan for next weekend when we go fishing again."
It was going to be a tough week at school, trying to keep visions of next Friday/Saturday out of my head while doing my job. At the same time, I didn't think I'd be able to go an entire week without coupling with my hot sex machine. Someway or other I had to find a way to meet up with Kelau daily if possible.
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