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It was summer of 1941, the world was at war. I served on a sub, the only black man in a crew of 38. I was the cook everyone called me,Hershey. I was a young strapping buck. 6'2, well over 260 pounds. I came from southern stock. Which meant the marjority of my weight collected in my hips, ass and thighs. I had creamy chocolate skin, with little or no body hair.
I would catch my fellow seamen, eyeing in the shower. I knew they want me, but dare not make a move. There were two sailors that made my body quiver on site. Paul Johnson, a handsome tall blonde kid from Ohio. And Kip Wislon, a blonde hunk from the beaches of L.A. I had manage to catch a glimpse of their manhood while in the shower.
Paul had a wonderful tool, 9 inches soft. While the tan hunk sufer dude Kip. Was packing a prefectly packaged 11 incher. Fate decided that the three of us would spend a lot of time getting to know each other. I was jarred out of my slumber by the sharp howls of drowning men. We had an electrical fire going. I remember crawling towards the air locks. Then everything went black.
I awoke laying face down on a sandy beach. (The morning tide had washed Paul, Kip and myself up on the shores of what we found out later to be a deserted island.)
SIX MONTHS LATER:
I like the way the hot sun was enriching my ebony body. Six months on this island eating heathly. Fish and fresh fruit help me too lose 50 pounds. I still had thich thighs and calves. But now my chocolate ass was round like a beach ball.
I was lying on my back. When I could feel Kip slide down next too me. Since we had the island all to ourself. We had no use for clothes. Kip's lips gentle explore my delicous ebony ass. His tongue gave me goose bumps. I moan as Kip spreads my sweat covered ass cheeks far apart. I raise my hips, thrusting bakwards. Grinding my horny hips against Kip's willing tongue.
Kip prys my soft flesh ass cheeks, running his tongue. Across my pulsating asshole. Darting in then darting out. Kip knew what I like, he was the first man to have me. I reached my hand behing me so I could massage Kip's erect joy button. I give it three soft tuggs and the snake, was awake. Kip's efforts had my hot round hole, dripping wet. Kip got on his knees behind me. Hands on my hips, I could feel his throbbing purple cock tapping at my back door. One thrust an Kip filled my greedy male pussy with good hot dick. I moaned as Kip sent his torpedo deep into my hot chamber. I matched him stroke for stroke, riding him. Holding his member tight in place.
I could see Paul walking towards us smiling. Kip had me doggy style my sweat ebony ass was devoring his cock. Paul stop in front of me. Lifting my head, Paul's sei-hard cock fit neatly into my mouth. I was the meat too their sandwich. Kip was taking his time, slowly filling me up. Then quickly pulling out to where just the crown was in. Each thrust of Kip's throbbing cock, made me suck Paul even harder. Pauls cock flew out of my mouth. He slap me across the face with it. Then shoved it back down my throat. I could feel Kip's load explode into my bowels. Paul tried too drown me, but I surived. I wonder what the six months will e like?