Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2003 22:02:20 -0400
From: skybolt@canoemail.com
Subject: Island Vacation

I am a married man, reasonably good looking, 48 y.o. The following is
totally true. It happened Wednesday night.

I am just returning from a business convention held at a beautiful
resort in the Caribbean. I had something fun happen the first night.
There was a beach party for all of the hotel guests -- several
hundred -- the majority of whom were newlyweds (I saw more shiny new
gold rings catching the light than in the windows of a Zale's
Jewelers). Since I had arrived a day early for my convention, I did
not know anyone there. Being by myself, I was definitely a minority
of one. I did a bit of quick cruising through the crowd hoping there
might be a good looking lonely man, but I was the odd man out.

After an hour I had had enough "fun" and I wandered away, leisurely
heading for my room. Walking through one of the pool areas, I
rounded a corner of a building. As I passed one of the hotel
employees, he stopped, turned on his heel to face me and inquired
with a smile, "Are you having fun?" I returned the smile and simply
stated a positive, "Yes." "How do you like the hotel?" he asked. He
introduced himself as Sean and said that he worked at the Fitness
Center, whose front door was just a few steps away. "Have you been
here long?" he asked. Then asked me if I had seen many of the local
tourist sites. He rattled off the names of sites popular with the
tourists and gave me a brief "insider's" perspective on what to see,
do, and avoid. He was trying to be genuinely helpful. Had it been a
nice old lady I would have politely excused myself but this was a
young slender man with a handsome face and an eager-to-please heart-
melting smile. I am of average height and he was a full head taller
than me, with a firm though lanky build. His voice reflected a bit of
anxiousness. He did most of the talking in a fast, self-conscious,
sort of nervous way. But because he was so young I figured his boss
might have lectured him that day that the employees should go out of
their way to be friendly with the guests. ("Happy customers become
loyal customers!"). Besides it was fun having him fawn over me, a
middle-aged man alone in an exotic paradise.

He asked if I was single. That was a curious question. "I'm single,"
I answered. By the smile on his face that pleased him.

"Single? You have no one?" he quickly asked, as though he did not
quite understand the menaning of the word single.

"On this trip I am alone," I stated.
"You have no one?"
"No, I am totally single," I said.
"You are not even married?" he asked. That was blunt. I know he
meant to ask me if a wife was with me on the trip.
"No. Single. I'm alone. I have a room to myself." I said, hoping
that might open the door to a different type of discussion. He
paused a moment as he processed the information and then he went
back to recommending things I should do as a tourist. He recommended
a massage. I asked if he gave them.

"Oh, no, I'm not good enough to do that."

I replied that I bet he was excellent at massages. He suggested a
sauna for me. I asked how late it was open.

"10:00," he answered. But by then it was 9:35 and I told him
that. Then he offered that he could keep it open a little longer for
me.

I asked him, "Do you usually take a sauna at the end of your shift?"
"No. [pause] But sometimes I take a shower before I go home," he
responded.

That was as "racy" as the conversation got but in that I saw an
invitation. Since I was dressed in khakis and a golf shirt, I
said, "I'd enjoy relaxing in the sauna but I am not dressed for it."
He looked me over. I hoped he would say naked was best. He said
nothing. He didn't even grin or leer.  I said, "I'll have to go back
to my room to get my bathing suit on." He smiled. I said I thought a
sauna before bed would be a good idea. We shook hands.

Fifteen minutes later I was in the fitness center. One of the guests
was lifting weights; he was the only person there. Not seeing Sean
or the door to a sauna I headed to the men's locker room. It was
empty but I at least I had found the sauna, off to the side across
 from two small shower stalls. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my
shirt, but left on my swim trunks, and entered. For five minutes I
was alone before Sean appeared at the sauna door. "You are here!" he
exclaimed. "This is a surprise. I didn't think you would really
come back," he said in a friendly way. I invited him to join me
but "Oh, no. I have to work." And he said a few more things about
not being able to take a sauna. There was a break in the
conversation. I didn't want to talk. Apparently I had totally
misjudged this guy but I had gone this far. I decided to push a
little more. I stared directly up into his deep brown eyes and
stated, "When you lock up, I hope you will join me in here."

"You want me to come in?" he asked softly.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" he whispered. He did not say a word more but kept
his eyes locked on mine. Perhaps I really was totally off-base with
this guy. Maybe I was pretending to read signals from him. Or maybe
he was coyly flirting with me and now that it appeared he might
actually have a fish on the line he was getting scared. The stare
held a bit too long for comfort and I was the first to glance away.
My eyes traveled down his body and I was surprised. While talking
with me he was pinching the head of his semi-erect cock through his
shorts. He had all four fingers on the bottom and his thumb on the
top. And his fingertips were way over to his left side. This was a
new ball game.

I was seated in the sauna. I pulled the legs of my trunks up high
like a speedo, emphasizing my package. I looked up into his face and
again invited him to join me after he locked up. His fingers stayed
affixed to his dickhead. He smiled nervously and left.

Five minutes later I heard a shower turned on and the unmistakable
sounds of a man talking off his clothes (what a pleasant sound that
is!). The shower ran just a couple of minutes and than I heard the
person dry off and dress. "He is not joining me," I thought,
disappointed. Then I remembered there had been someone working
out. "That must have been him who showered and departed. This isn't
over yet."

The sauna was hot and I was sweating. I decided to take a cool
shower. I pulled off my trunks and left them outside on a bench so
it would be obvious I had taken off my pants. The cool shower felt
great. Five minutes later I heard the door from the weightlifting
room open and footsteps on the white tile floor. I had left the
shower curtain open on the side just an inch or two. I could see it
was Sean. I did not want to see him eye to eye. I turned so that he
could glimpse the curves of my backside through the narrow gap in
the curtain. He seemed to take forever to undress. "This boy is
scared," I thought. "Perhaps I should not be doing this." A couple
of minutes later I heard him enter the second shower. "What is going
on?" I thought. "Maybe he is afraid to be forward with me. After
all, island people tend to be deferential by nature to guests. Plus
I am a hotel guest and he is a hotel employee; maybe this is too out
of place.  And maybe (but I hoped not) there was a black/white issue
going on here, me being white.

I turned off my shower and stepped out. "Sean,' I said
lightheartedly, "it got so hot in that sauna I couldn't wait for
you. I had to rinse off in the shower." He pulled aside his shower
curtain just enough to show his face.

"You did?" he asked.

"The shower sure feels good," I said. There was still an element of
a cat and mouse game here. He was looking at me naked. I
asked, "Would you like me to come in there with you?" "He had a
blank look on his face, like a child who knew he was going to get
into trouble.

He didn't answer. Then he asked, "You want to come in?" emphasizing
the word "want" as if he was caught off guard by my desire for such
a thing. "Yes," I said, clearly and distinctly. "Would you like me
to?"

"Yes," he answered simply and then he drew back the shower curtain
halfway.

As I stepped in, my eyes, of course, instantly looked down for his
cock. I was stunned -- happily! Pointed at me with a slight curve up
was a very long, very hard piece of black meat. And man, I mean
meat. {Some of you readers are going to think I'm exaggerating or
flat out lying here but I tell you the truth -- this lanky fellow
was hung! And he was hard for me. Instinctively my hand went for his
dick and he for mine. The space in the warm shower was so tight that
just to be in there meant touching each other. We embraced. I groped
his big penis with my right hand while my left felt the smooth tight
skin of his back and small ass. His hands raced all over me. The
forceful shower sprayed down on both of us with a full force flurry
(This sounds like a Barbara Cartland romance novel but I promise I
am reporting it exactly as it happened.. In fact at this moment I am
on the plane typing up my memories of this event so I can have a
record of it here on Nifty.org. I have an erection.).

Wildly, I felt up his body. It was hard to leave his wonderful baby-
making tool but I let one hand explore his front side while the
other made memories on his backside. His pubic bush was trimmed,
tight and kinky like the hair atop his groomed head. His stomach was
hard, flat, and his chest, lightly covered in curly hair was also
flat. This smooth, unblemished skin was as black as a man can get.
His young body was firm, without any signs of fat.

My index finger searched for his asshole, which turned out to be
tight, tight, tight. As I penetrated and massaged his prostate, I
thought he was going to melt away. He whispered, breathless, "Do you
have a condom?? I did not -- who knew I'd get lucky? Disappointment
flashed on his face.

"That's OK, I want to jack you off. We'll jack off each other," I
said. With that he began pumping my dick with gusto with one hand as
his other passionately explored my body. We turned in the cramped
shower stall, which was about the size of a phone booth, so that I
was behind and a bit to the right of Sean. His right hand
continuously pumped my proud dick. With my left hand I reached
around him from behind and pumped the foreskin of his pole over his
dickhead (he was uncircumcised). My right hand felt his chest,
pinched his little nipples and felt his flat stomach. His left hand
he reached behind himself to feel my body everyplace he could reach.
We lasted a few minutes before I whispered a rushed, "I'm cumming."
I held back. The sperm built up in my cock to the pressure point of
a tube of toothpaste slipping under a steamroller. I could hold back
no more. I exploded ropes of cum. Sean grabbed my left hand, which
was working his long dick, and forced me to slide up and down his
magnificent tool at a furious pace. His chest heaved. With my head
behind him I whispered passionately into his ear, "Cum, baby. Let it
go, baby. Let it go, baby." Even though I had just shot a large
load, the feelings of the moment remained intense has his ejaculate
built up in his tool. Together we heaved and pulsed. The warm water
rained down on us, and he let it go in that small white tiled
shower. I could not see his seman blast out but my hand felt
drenched in the the unmistakable ooze of his sweet seed juice. Even
though he was a good bit taller than me, he relaxed backwards into
my arms and rested his head a top mine. He had given himself to me.

Sex between strangers usually ends moments after ejaculation. But we
were so jazzed could not end it. We continued to grope each other in
all sorts of fast changing positions. He soaped his hands and ran
them over my neck and shoulders. I liked that. He went to work to
lovingly wash me all over. I took soap and returned the favor
simultaneously. We washed each other, not so much to wash but to
feel and experience each other. He held up a little bottle of
shampoo and without words asked me if I wanted my hair washed. His
sensuous fingers massaged my scalp. We both wanted to feel male
closeness so we continued to embrace and explore for quite a few
minutes. His cock, now semi-erect, still felt like a substantial
piece of meat in my hand.

As we dried off, Sean told me, "When I saw you come around the
corner I thought 'That man is so good looking. Wow. Could he be? No,
he can't be. Maybe he could be though. No he can't be.' I wrestled
with those thoughts. I had to do something so I asked you if you
were having fun. I did not think we could ever do anything."  He
asked me what gave him away as gay. I told him, "nothing." He was
relieved. I then explained that when he started talking with me
about tourist sites I didn't think there was a chance of anything
until he mentioned he could let me use the sauna after closing. I
thought there was a slim possibility. I told him I acted on that
possibility.

The next night I got together with Sean but not like either of us
hoped. He was already scheduled for an earlier shift so we could not
repeat closing down the Fitness Center together. And going up to my
room was out of the question for him because staff was forbidden and
he did not want to risk it (for security, the hotel employees were
stationed at all hotel entrances and in the elevator lobbies to
keep "riftraft" from going upstairs, which also discouraged hotel
employees from partying with the guests. He did not want to risk
losing his job. Se we got together by going on a date. We walked
outside the hotel grounds and had dinner at a fast food type cafe
(his choice) and then had drinks in an upscale, high class bar. (Gay
bars don't exist on this particular tropical island and homo
activity is dealt with severely). We got to talk and cut up for a
couple of hours. I was flattered he was attracted to me. I enjoyed
his youthful good looks and exuberance. I did have one big questions
for him: "How old are you?" He laughed real loud and
said "Fourteen!" He kept saying, "Fourteen. Fourteen. Oh are you
going to be in trouble. I'm jail bait. I'm fourteen!" I knew that
could not be true. So I asked him again. And yes I was a little
nervous. This time he gave me a straingt answer. "Twenty-one"

``` The above is a true story. Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it is
wordy but I have to tell you, I did not write it for you. I wrote it
for me. I want to remember all of the details. I post my stories to
Nifty as if it were my diary.

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