Chapter One
The Island

The morning broke cool and clear as the sun began its rise, peaking above the waves over the eastern horizon, announcing the start of a new day. The ocean terminated its journey lapping gently on the golden sand. The smell of the sea air, along with the scents of the nearby vegetation, provided an invigorating start to another peaceful beautiful day. Breaking the quiet of the serene atmosphere, a small mixed breed dog ran along the shore barking her greeting to the new dawn. She paused for a moment; her ears cocked, then quickly turned inwards and plunged into the nearby trees, approximately 50 feet from where the ocean waves ended on the beach.

On the western side of the island, where the sunlight had yet to fully display itself, a man sat on his porch, enjoying his early morning breakfast. He loved being up when the daylight signaled a new day. After six months he had yet to tire of this greeting and instead still couldn't believe he was living this life, a dream never thought possible just a year ago. He leaned his head to see where his 7-year-old dog had gone, but couldn't spot her. "Probably chasing some small animal," he thought to himself.

For the umpteenth consecutive day, John went over the events of the past year. He felt fortunate that he was still young, being 28 years of age. Here it was, the year 2020 and he owned an island! As the sky grew brighter his mind wandered to a different life, one of depression and hopelessness. As he relived those events, it helped to further recede in memory those nightmare years as he could look around and see what a different world he now lived in. Each review was shorter and less painful as he realized the difficulties the past four years had been and how his new life would hopefully make the past an even more distant memory.

It was 2016. His life came crashing down as he began a three-year prison term, the result of a love he had for a 9-year-old boy. Before that, he was working in a warehouse making minimum wage and barely able to pay rent and expenses. And after his release, life got worse, if that was possible. With the stigma of being a sex offender, finding any type of job was merely trying to survive. The family wanted nothing to do with him, friends shied away. Sleeping in his car was becoming the norm. Suicidal thoughts often crossed his mind as he saw no hope for a better future.

Then one day a miracle happened. Desperate to try something, John started playing the state lottery, skipping a meal and, using the few dollars for the chance to win enough to at least get his life back on track. On a Saturday evening when the jackpot had reached 100 million dollars, John listened on the car radio as the numbers were drawn. He wrote them down on a piece of paper as they were announced. They looked familiar to the ticket he had bought the day before. It took several moments for him to realize he had won. Then immediately thought he must have written one of the numbers wrong. This was just another cruel joke life enjoyed playing on him. He drove to a nearby store to verify if the numbers he had written down were correct. They were. He was now a multi-millionaire. He had escaped the abyss and a new life now awaited him.

The weeks and months after winning seemed like a blur. When news got out that a sex offender had won the lottery, there was outrage and people started demanding that his winning ticket be voided. But legally he was the winner and was presented with a 100 million-dollar check to begin his new life. People he never met before were bombarding him; accountants, stockbrokers, financial consultants, individuals requesting backing for this scheme or that.

He understood that these types of tactics were expected when someone comes into a large sum of money. But what disgusted him were the so-called friends who abandoned him when news got out of his sexual involvement with a 9-year-old boy, never wrote one letter to him during the three years of his incarceration, and ignored his requests to help him get back on his feet again upon release. Now they came out of the woodwork. They couldn't say enough good things about him and treated his crime with such triviality like it was a parking ticket. His former landlord, who refused to rent to him again after being released from prison, wanted to expand his real estate holdings and was looking for a partner; the next-door neighbor who claimed to have invented something that would change the world needed a financial backer; the parents of a child who implored him to fund a very expensive operation to save their daughter's life. The list went on and on. Every day either through telephone calls, U.S. Mail, text or e-mail, Facebook and other social media outlets, requests and solicitations kept pouring in. It was as though everyone expected him to become a philanthropist and give away his newly won fortune. "No way," he told himself. If anything, he wanted to get away from everyone. He knew he would always be badgered for money, and if he refused his criminal past was brought up and thrown in his face. In one conversation/meeting he could go from a possible financial savior to the scum of the earth when their request was denied. Several suggested that he give his winnings to the boy he molested and his parents for the damage he had caused all of them. But John knew what happened and why he spent only three years in prison when it could have been far worse.

John thought long and hard about what his future was going to be. There were a lot of secluded areas in the United States that could afford a nice lifestyle, yet keep the unwanted away by various security means. But he was a labeled sex offender. Money did not preclude him from having to annually register and to have his photo, address, and details of his offense for public viewing. The money was great, but his past would always hang over him like a dark cloud. Moving to another country seemed a possibility, but again his "baggage" would be dragged along wherever he went.

The idea came when watching an old TV comedy episode of 'Gilligan's Island'. The story was of castaways stranded on an island that no one seems to either know about or was so far from shipping routes that it seemed impossible anyone would ever find them. "A secluded island," John thought out loud, his hideaway, away from any interference from government, where he would set 'his' laws, live however he wanted, and where no person or nation could interfere, directly or indirectly. It was then that he thought about buying his a private getaway.

He had read about people buying an island, usually off the eastern coast of the United States. But he didn't want to be living within the jurisdiction of any state. The few he could locate in European waters again required adherence to a specific country's laws and statutes. The cost of purchase and maintaining such an island along with its taxes could bankrupt him, even with 100 million dollars. Among the super millionaires and billionaires, he was considered among the poor. His background, when discovered, would also prove a hindrance among these snobbish people. So he turned his sights to the Pacific Ocean.

That wasn't proving very easy either as most of the islands belonged to one country or another. The remainders were occupied by their respective indigenous population who had lived on those islands for hundreds of years. And isolated islands far away from civilization were not the type the rich and famous were looking for. It took several months before an island was located that was for sale and not under the jurisdiction of any country. It was approximately 65 miles south of the Marshall Islands, an independent nation since 1986 and, one of the more famous tourist attractions. The island for sale was located just north of the Equator, advertising it as having pleasant temperatures all year round. The original barren island was purchased ten years earlier. Besides a large three-bedroom house, other amenities were provided that made the small square mile island self-sufficient energy-wise.

With the help of a new friend, 18-year-old Troy who lived in Majuro, the capital, a deal was made and soon he became the sole owner of his private ocean hideaway, renaming it "Paradise Island". While negotiations were going, John made a couple of trips to what would be his new home and immediately knew this was where he wanted to live.

Then the day came for him to say goodbye to his old life and begin the long flight from Los Angeles to Majuro and by helicopter to Paradise Island. Troy, the pilot, ran an impromptu import/export business he inherited from his father who had recently passed away. During the week he flew to various surrounding islands delivering goods needed in exchange for items the natives would grow or manufacture for sale in Majuro. John and Troy got along well and the man appreciated the help given by the teen in securing the purchase of Paradise Island. During one flight to the island, John asked about the original owner.

"There's not much I can tell you, John. My Dad helped him buy the island about six years ago and worked with the contractors to set everything up to the way the owner wanted. I saw him maybe once a year if we happen to cross paths in Majuro. Rumor has it he was the son of a rich sheik, kicked out of his family, exiled I guess would be the word, and moved to this island. He stayed pretty much to himself."

"Why did he decide to sell? It's a beautiful island complete with a salinization plant, solar panels, and a beautiful home. It doesn't make any sense."

"I heard two rumors. One was that he had reconciled with his family and they wanted him back home."

"What was the other rumor?"

"He said the island was soon to have a volcanic eruption."

John chuckled. "What did he base that on?"

"He was hearing rumblings from one of the caves and thought it was a harbinger to the island being destroyed."

John had seen the caves during one of his earlier visits to the island. They catacomb everywhere and may have vented volcanic gas a long time ago. The man looked at his young friend. "What do you think?"

"Well, as you know, you have hot springs on the island that's kept at a perfect temperature like a sauna. That's the only sign that somewhere under the ocean is an active volcano. But it's probably miles deep and I'm sure if there was any danger the Majuro government would warn everyone. No, something sudden made the man leave. As you saw, he left everything, boats, furniture. It's like he packed a couple of suitcases and got away as quickly as he could."

"Lucky for me," John responded as the island came into view. And it was lucky, or fortunate, as he settled into his new lifestyle. In the first 90 days, he had trimmed his weight to 160 pounds on his five-foot, seven-inch frame. And here where no one was close enough to spy on him, he began a routine of being naked nearly all day long. He had developed an even tan across his entire body and thoroughly enjoyed the splashing of the ocean on his bare skin and the clean white sand between his toes. After three months he knew that his original instinct for buying and living on this paradise was correct. He was happy. This was what he wanted.

In case you're wondering, John never thought of himself as being lonely. Even before the events that changed his life he never had many friends. He began to realize that most friendships were just a means to get something from him. And when they didn't succeed, they disappeared as quickly as when they first showed up. And when he won the lottery these old 'friends' showed up like nothing ever happened between them trying once again to secure favor, usually involving money. Joshua, the young boy whose relationship cost three years of his life, had been the one exception. So he now dedicated himself to enjoying this square mile paradise with the dog he had brought with him.

As these events replayed in his mind, the man leaned back on his chair on the porch. These early months here had been wonderful. He didn't miss any of the familiar sights and sounds of the big city. The recent news of the world and the COVID-19 virus made him realize how fortunate he was to be on this island. Yes, occasionally he yearned something from a fast-food restaurant. With Troy's knowledge of Majuro, John's routine would include a monthly trip to Majuro from whence he would indulge himself in something from America. In between, he decided the sacrifice was worth it for the life he had today.

What made his life bearable in the past was his pet. Animals were his joy. He had lived in a mobile home surrounded by acres of open land. Stray dogs and cats would show up at his doorstep and he would feed them, taxing even more his meager funds. But their companionship more than compensated for whatever sacrifice he had to make to feed them. He even fed the birds that hung around singing and chirping to brighten his day. For years, that was his life. Then he met Joshua.

As the fourth month began on his residency on the island, a major shift came upon John's life. Before that, the only visitor that came to Paradise Island was Troy. The two had made arrangements that every Wednesday John would call and give Troy a list of food and supplies he needed and the pilot would deliver them on Saturday mornings. Knowing the man's arrival window, John would be dressed and the teen had no idea of the nudist lifestyle that went on during the rest of the week. John trusted the young pilot and gave him the authority to pay for these supplies out of a fund set up in a Majuro bank. This had become the weekly routine, the weekly excitement, until his 'neighbors' showed up.

His mind shifted gears as he thought about 'neighbors'. The idea never occurred to him about another island close by that might be inhabited. Troy never shared that kind of information with him. After living here on the island for three months without any visitors, except for a weekly supply run from Majuro, he enjoyed his nude walks along the shore. The sun felt great on his bare skin and there was nobody within miles who could spy on him. But during one of those walks, he was shocked to see a large canoe heading toward his island. Not wanting those approaching to see him for the first time wearing no clothing, he ran back to his house and threw on a pair of cutoffs. He also pocketed a pistol. Living alone was wonderful, but one mustn't be foolish. It never hurt to be prepared. His solitude hadn't allowed him to believe that there could be nearby populated islands within canoe paddling distance. And, except for Troy, he would have any other visitor.

He went back to the shore. A few moments later the canoe reached the shoreline. Now he could see more clearly those in the craft. Could these half-naked savages desire to do him harm? He readied himself to run back to his house for safety. But his fears quickly dissipated when a young boy, not spotted at first among the six men paddling the canoe, got out and came up to him without hesitation wearing a big smile. Wearing a sarong that wrapped around his middle torso, the boy was very handsome. The men in the canoe, spears ready, watched to make certain that no harm was to come upon the boy from this stranger. The lad spoke English perfectly, surprising John. His name was Aukai and he had just turned twelve years of age, learning English from a teacher who regularly taught in a makeshift classroom. Their island was called Kalauka and from what John could estimate was about 25-30 miles west of Paradise Island.

Based on the boy's good-natured attitude John quickly learned that these were very friendly people and had waited the past three months to make their presence known until they felt they could trust their new neighbor. The previous owner had not been so friendly and sometimes chased them away by firing his rifle in the air. John was stunned to learn that after the previous owner had left, a small canoe with two Kalaukan men had been spying on him weekly trying to determine if their new neighbor was of any danger. He had been seen many times while walking naked around the island. At first, John was a little angry at the thought of being spied on, more so because he had been caught in the nude. But not wearing clothes was what made the Kalaukans take a chance and make the first visit and nudism was a part of their lifestyle too.

The first physical gesture Aukai made shocked John as he hugged him. The man clumsily returned the gesture, feeling his hands on bare boy flesh for the first time in four years. The native boy went on to explain that he was the son of the chief of his island. That explained the half-dozen guards who accompanied him. John invited the boy to his house for some refreshments which the 12-year-old eagerly accepted. The guards, now feeling the boy was in no danger, stayed by the canoe. Inside the boy was awed with such a dwelling. Running water, electricity were things he had heard about in school. His island lived simply in huts and shied away from modern conveniences. He then asked John, "You have no boys here for fun?" The man wasn't sure what that question meant or implied. He just told Aukai that he lived by himself.

The boy then announced to John. "You must come to my island. You will feel right at home," making the man wonder what that was about. "I will come again soon. Then you and I will have fun," the boy heading out the door and back to the shore. Less than an hour after John had first spotted the incoming canoe, the craft was being paddled away, Aukai waving good-bye.

For the next few days, John couldn't think of anything but the Kalaukan boy, Aukai. Would he return? And what did he mean by having fun? Did he imply the company of some sort would happen on his next visit? Was it a type of native game he wanted to play? He even thought his fingers were tingling from the few moments he touched the native's bare skin. Memories started returning of his time with Joshua. During the next four weeks, he made no mention of the Kalaukan visit to Troy. He wanted to learn more, if possible, about these people and their customs.

The next month, true to his word, the boy returned. What was different this time was that the guards started setting up some sort of camp like they were planning to stay until the following morning. Giving Aukai a puzzled look, all the boy did was grab his hand and lead him to the house. This was happening so fast, but the next act thoroughly stunned him. Leading him to John's master bedroom, the boy removed his sarong. Before the man stood a beautiful, naked, fully tanned 12-year-old boy. "We have fun now," the boy announced and then jumped on the bed.

Was John having a dream? A strange good-looking boy he was meeting for only the second time lay naked on his bed waiting for him to join. "I never slept on a bed like this before," as the man undressed and joined the sexy boy. For the remainder of the day and into the night, John explored, fondled and stroked the eager lad as the Kalaukan explained the traditions of their island. They were nudists, as evidenced by Aukai's head-to-toe tan. The boys and girls started learning about sex at the early age of five. Sex was an important part of the Kalaukan lifestyle.

One thought that crossed the man's mind was the lack of comment from the Kalaukan boy on the fact that he kept his underarms and pubes shaved. When he first started his nudist lifestyle, he wanted to be as smooth as possible like a preteen boy. He did not have any hair on his body, so shaving what little he had wasn't much of a chore. But Aukai never stared or said a word about it. Maybe the boy was being polite or possibly the men from his island also kept their bodies hair-free.

The pair laid on the bed usually in small talk as both erections stood tall and stiff. John wasn't sure what he was allowed to do with the boy, so he just rubbed a hand over the smooth flesh. It was Aukai who finally took the initiative. With John lying on his back, he placed his head between the man's legs, grabbed his cock and, started sucking on it, catching John totally by surprise. The boy was an expert. John hadn't felt such feelings in many years. The boy knew how to lick and suck. It wasn't long before he knew he couldn't hold back and tried to push the boy's head away. Aukai swatted his hands and after another lick of the mushroom head, engulfed it and felt the strong blasts of semen as the man had one of the strongest orgasms he could remember. When John caught his breath and opened his eyes, Aukai was licking the last bit of cum off his cock. The man said to himself, "This boy has got to come here more often." But then he realized he should return the favor and settled in on the 2 ¾" tube of the boy. The boy's moaning told John how much he was enjoying this. The boy shot a very little amount of boy cream, yet John thought it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. A couple of breaks were taken as meals were made, both standing naked in the kitchen. John asked if the guards needed anything, but the boy just shook his head. Then it was back to bed.

Aukai was insatiable! John knew as one got older, orgasms grew further apart. Yet this 12-year-old had a knack with his mouth and tongue that seemed to revive his balls again and again. Each time he would shoot a copious amount of sperm, the lad swallowing it all. But for a young preteen, having multiple orgasms was more natural and Aukai was almost instantly ready for another blow job shortly after the proceeding one. John, though, didn't mind. He could suck that tube flesh all night long if necessary. Needless to say, he loved Aukai's boy cock.

Sometimes, as the boy laid on his stomach, his cute ass in full view, the temptation was strong to lean over him and slide his cock into that tight boy hole. But Aukai moved his hand away saying, "Not yet." They slept snuggled together through the night and as the early sunlight appeared, the boy stated he had to leave. "Maybe I'll have a surprise for you next time I visit," as John hoped it would be that beautiful boy ass for him to enjoy.

Over the next several days, John couldn't concentrate on anything but the evening spent with the boy. It had been almost six years since he last spent an entire night naked with a boy. And although he loved Joshua and knew the 9-year-old loved him, they never got to spend more than an hour or two together at any one time.

He smiled and his cock twitched as he recalled the third and last visit of Aukai. A lifestyle he thought he would never enjoy again had opened up to him. While lying in bed, hands roaming over one another's naked bodies, Aukai shared with him the surprise he had spoken of the previous visit. First, he told of his island's isolation from the rest of the world. The western side was the only part of Kalauka that visitors were allowed to land. Their village was nestled deep in the jungle out of view from sea or air to protect their secretive nudist and sexual rituals. No outsiders were ever allowed into their village. Anyone caught was quickly put to death. That last statement caused John to shudder but understood in this day and age when every society was trying to impose their morals and philosophies upon others. Hanging on to a centuries-old tradition was very difficult. So the next statement coming from the 12-year-old boy shocked the man.

"We want to make you an honorary member of the Kalaukan people."

John didn't know what to say. Was this a setup? Was he being invited to be later killed once he knew their secrets? Aukai sensed the uncertainty in the man's manner. "No, no harm will come to you. I talked my father into letting you be the first outsider to partake of our customs. I want you to give me the 'Rite of Manhood' test." The boy then expanded on what the ritual was about and John found himself excited by the prospect of deflowering a sexy young native boy. Aukai then explained where the island was located and the day the man was supposed to arrive. That invitation was a month away. The boy would not be back to Paradise Island. Instead, he would anxiously await his new friend's arrival. He was told to approach the forbidden western side and the guards on duty there would inform the chief of his arrival.

And thus ended the third visit of this fantastic native boy who unashamedly bedded with a grown man, swapped oral and, invited him to an island where sex was the lifestyle of these special people. As Aukai waved goodbye, John couldn't help but wonder what laid ahead. He smiled to himself as he recalled one year ago being in a prison cell for having sex with an underage child. And yet in one month, he would have all the sex he wanted, topped with giving the native boy his first introduction to anal sex from a man.

Chapter Two
Castaways

"As much as John enjoyed reminiscing about Aukai's visit and invitation, he tried to turn his attention to other ways of keeping occupied. Each day he would check the solar panels that provided the electricity; the small, but very valuable, salinization unit that kept 100 gallons of drinking water available at all times. He explored a new section of the island every day and tried to memorize all the landmarks. There were several caves on the island, but the man never entered any. He just put up a small barricade at each entrance to prevent his dog from entering.

He occasionally using the hot springs, located almost in the center of the island. He was amazed at how the bubbling water was like a Jacuzzi, invigorating, and at the right temperature. Sometimes he felt himself dozing off, how relaxing it was in there.

Paradise Island, being slightly around one square mile, was relatively flat with low rolling hills and a variety of native vegetation. The house he lived in was on the western side that faced the setting sun. There was a porch that John sat in at almost every meal that gave a view across the far horizon. After most meals, he would walk down the half-dozen steps to the shore below. Upon reaching the sandy beach he would turn around and look back at his home. The house was about 2200 square feet with three bedrooms and two baths. It was nestled among the native vegetation and less than 100 feet from the ocean's edge. Each room was large and the house included both a porch facing west and a slightly smaller one facing east. Large windows were in each room and no matter where you were, you looked out at either the beauty of the Pacific Ocean or the rolling hills that dotted the interior. Part of the house's interior had a Middle Eastern flavor from its previous occupant. Otherwise, it had all the latest conveniences and amenities. Occasionally he'd hear an airplane overhead. He never saw any ships and figured his island was off the normal shipping routes.

From the shoreline, steps lead to several trails crisscrossing the island, one leading to the hot springs. A little distance north of the house was a helicopter landing pad as well as a boat dock. Communications were through a satellite dish and a second dish provided all the radio and television stations he could pick up. These modern amenities helped overcome the man's concern about living alone. He had all the creature comforts, including solitude, yet was connected to the world.

The previous owner had cut several trails throughout the island. On some of the main ones leading to and from the house, the Arab even strung some electric bulbs to light the way at night. The island boasted many varieties of vegetation. John didn't know the names of most of what grew here but was trying to use the Internet to identify as much as possible. The easiest plant to identify and most prolific on the island was the coconut trees. Troy had tried to encourage him to hire workers to harvest the coconuts to offset some of the expenses of running the island. But he had refused, not wanting strangers living on his island, at least not yet. Sometimes, during his many walks along the various trails, he would pull a small four-wheel cart, about the size of a kid's wagon, but with 18-inch sides, and gather the coconuts that had fallen to the ground. He would store them in a shack next to the helipad and give them to Troy when he stopped by. The pilot was instructed to give them freely to those less fortunate. There didn't seem to be any large animal life, although a variety of birds made their home on the island, while others paused to rest before continuing on their journey.

The clincher, though, was the glass bedroom. It was an independent structure on the eastern side of the island set up on the edge of the shore as it met the foliage. It was a large octagon shape dwelling approximately 25 feet across set on stilts six feet above the ground. John called it the glass bedroom because the four sides of the eight-sided structure facing the east had large glass windowpanes. A 180-degree view was provided to anyone who wanted to watch the sunrise. The man spent many nights in the early weeks on the island in this unique dwelling furnished just like a master bedroom.

Every morning began with a slow walk along the edge of the ocean. His bare feet enjoyed the feel of the grains of sand. He had become impressed with the cleanliness of the beach and the clarity of the water. He recalled how dirty the shores were back home and the constant news about how polluted the oceans were getting. Here, he'd even seen a couple of turtles come ashore to lay their eggs and made sure he avoided walking anywhere nearby. The longer he was here, the more he realized how lucky he was to have found this place and had decided to make it his home.

This morning John dressed putting on jeans and a polo shirt. Today was Saturday and he would be getting his weekly visit from Troy. John was amazed at the young man. He seemed to have connections everywhere, apparently learning his trade well while his father was alive. They had become good friends in the time they had known each other. He was the one who told him about the island that was for sale and helped him with all the financial obligations required to obtain ownership. Troy was born and had lived in Majuro all his life, learning the import/export trade from his father. John, naturally, didn't reveal anything about his recent past to the 18-year-old. Nor did he reveal his proclivity to be naked on his island as much as possible. He kept Aukai's visit a secret too. He did share the fact that he had won a lottery and was looking for a private spot to call his own.

The man continued his walk along the shore heading toward the area where he saw his dog dash into the foliage. He thought he heard her barking but wasn't sure as the waves were crashing along the shore a little louder than usual. He came across one of the inland trails that ended at the shore. He decided to take it. The faint barking of his dog snapped him out of the daydreaming. The man looked to the foliage where he last saw his dog disappear. "Maybe she got stuck somewhere," he thought out loud. "God, I hope she didn't get into one of the caves." The man stopped. He thought he heard voices but couldn't be sure. The wind rustling through the leaves of the various plants was creating a symphony of sound accompanied by the ocean crashing on the shore. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn he heard a child's voice. "It must be the way the wind is blowing," he rationalized to himself. "Maybe I'm hallucinating as the Arab did."He resumed walking but took the next trail he came upon that headed back to the beach. The foliage ended and the man stepped back upon the sand. He halted and blinked his eyes several times. Not only were his eyes trying to adjust to the bright sunlight after emerging from the shadows of the trees, but also he wasn't sure of the apparition he saw about 100 feet away. Blocking the light with his hand, he saw what looked like some sort of small craft that appeared beached on the shore. The first picture that crossed the man's mind was that it was a lifeboat. It was what he saw next that shocked him.

Three children stood beside the vessel. They were wearing what appeared to be orange life preservers that seemed to cover half their bodies. They were huddled close together so that a determination of whether they were boys, girls, or a combination of both was difficult as all had their hairs matted on their heads due to the wet ocean. John's dog stood halfway between the man and the children. She was barking at these intruders to her domain. Either the three were afraid of the dog or didn't know what to do next. The man guessed they had just landed on the island based on their appearance of still being soaking wet, dripping water from the clothing that clung to their small frames.

The first thought that came to the man was that he was glad he was dressed. Soaking wet with a barking dog in front of them, a naked man was the last thing these children needed to see. Slowly, the man approached the three recently landed visitors. Many questions flooded his mind. Who were there? What happened? Was anyone hurt? After a moment he concluded the only way he was going to get his answers would be when he approached the craft and its former occupants. He quickened his pace. Besides the Kalaukan tribe, who had since made three monthly visits, these were the first unannounced guests. The three appeared to be light-skinned, not typical of the pigmentation of the many native islanders of the South Pacific, although one must not rule that out completely. Quit speculating he told himself. First, see if they are all right. Then get them to the house to dry off and get some warmth.

The three children had been closely watching the dog and then the man as he pulled even with his pet. One of them pointed a finger at him and spoke something to the other two. The man couldn't make out what was said. He hoped they spoke English or this would be a difficult exchange in communication. "I wonder if I look scary to them?" Once again he was glad that he was clothed. A 28-year-old naked man approaching three scared kids wouldn't have helped the situation. After telling his dog that everything was all right and to stay put, the man continued his approach toward the shivering group. When he was within twenty feet he was able to make out the name on the bow of the lifeboat, Sea Queen. The man knew nothing of lifeboats or life rafts, but this one seemed pretty small, maybe large enough to hold five or six adults. What were three kids doing alone in it?

At ten feet from the trio he stopped. He studied them for a moment. They were all approximately the same height and guessed they were about 11 or12-years-old. Two had longer hair that seemed plastered to the side of their face and neck, so he wasn't sure if they were boys or girls. The third he was positive was a boy. "Are you alright?" the man inquired. "Are any of you hurt?" No response. The man's fears grew that they knew no English and he, himself, spoke no other tongue. "Can any of you speak English?"

Slowly, the one the man knew was a boy stepped forward a few steps. Looking at the man, he asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

English! The man breathed a sigh of relief. "My name is John. You landed on an island and I live here. My house is just a short walk along this beach. If you can make it, we'll get you warm and dry and find something to eat."

"We can make it," the boy responded. Turning back to face the other two, he called to them, "It's okay, let's follow him."

"Are there any others in the boat?"

"No, there is no one else."

"All right, leave your life jackets in the boat, and let's go. It won't take too long to get to my home."

Slowly they took their life preservers off and dropped them inside the boat. John turned around keeping a 15-foot distance between him and the three and led the way. Calling his dog, they walked along the shore and headed in a northerly direction to his house. As they passed a couple of trails leading inward, he could sense their eyes darting everywhere as though expecting something or someone to jump out of the foliage. John thought of using one of them as they would get to the house a little faster, but their reactions caused him to quickly discard that idea. Up ahead, the island jutted out a little way and the sand gave way to some rocky shoal. An inland trail would have been easier. But he realized an open shore would be less frightening than a closed forest. As John turned to check on their progress he was able to confirm his observation of the three castaways. They were all boys.

Soon, though, everyone was at the bottom of the steps leading up the porch and to the house where he had just finished breakfast a short while ago. "This is where I live. It's just a few steps, but take it slow. I'll help you if you want." None of the three said a word, so John began the climb up the six wooden steps taking a couple of looks back to see that everyone was okay. When they reached the porch, John motioned to the chairs. "Come on, it's alright. Just sit down." The three youngsters slowly sat down while their eyes continuously darted about them. They were still scared.

"Here's what I'll do," began the adult. "I have two bathrooms with showers that two of you can use right away. Whoever finishes first, the last of you will go. I'll bring some dry clean towels. I'll try to get your clothes washed and dried as quickly as possible. I'll heat some warm soup. After you've eaten you can all rest for a while. Does that sound okay?"

"Thank you, sir," spoke the same boy who greeted him at the lifeboat. The boy nodded his head to his two companions indicating that they should be first to use the showers. They looked at their companion with some hesitation. "Go ahead; I believe he wants to help us."

John nodded his head in return and led the two selected boys inside. After retrieving towels from a linen closet, he pointed down the hallway to show the boys where the two bathrooms were. One was between the two bedrooms while the second was at the end of the hallway and part of the master bedroom. "Dry yourself with one towel and use the other to cover yourself while I get your clothes washed. When you're through, just leave your clothes and towels on the floor outside the bathroom. You'll find soap and shampoo in the shower."

As they reached the first bathroom, one boy walked in and closed the door not saying a word. At the second bathroom, the boy looked John in the eye and quietly spoke, "Thank you, sir." For a second John stood a little stunned. Even soaking wet with hair matted all over his face, the face looked so angelic. He blinked a couple of times, quickly regained his composure, and smiled at the lad. "You're quite welcome. And by the way, call me John."

As the boy nodded and closed the door, John grabbed three more towels to take to the last boy still waiting at the porch. "Here, wrap one around you. When your turn comes, use the second towel to dry and the third to wear until I get your clothes washed. There should still be plenty of soap and shampoo in either bathroom." As John handed the boy the towels, he again stopped abruptly as he gazed at the face of the youth. Once more, he saw another beautiful face. Being a boylover, John knew there were certain boys whose attractiveness seemed to overwhelm you and grab you like a magnet. Quickly, he continued talking as though never missing a beat. "Come inside to the kitchen while I start heating some soup."

The kitchen was adjacent to the porch and had all the modern appliances any home could have. John opened a couple of cans of chicken noodle soup. What kid didn't like chicken noodle soup! As he began heating the contents he looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was already 10:00. What a morning it had been so far! He occasionally glanced at the boy sitting at the kitchen table and again got that feeling that he was looking at a boy sent from heaven. Despite his hair plastered down from exposure to the saltwater of the sea, he was a handsome looking lad. He realized that in the short time of living on what he thought was an island of solitude, in the past three months, four young boys had set foot on his island.

As he continuously glanced at the young visitor, his mind reflected on the days of Joshua and their relationship. Although the boy was only 9 at the time, he had a smart head on his shoulders. He had continued to amaze John with his maturity and understanding for someone so young. He constantly reminded John that he did not feel the man was taking advantage of him, despite their age difference, and that he wanted, and enjoyed, the sex the two of them consummated. Their six-month relationship came to an abrupt end when Joshua secretly told his older 13-year-old brother about what was going on between him and the adult. He thought he could trust his brother to keep the confidentiality he shared. Instead, the older brother informed his parents who called the police. Joshua refused to testify against his adult friend.

John later learned that Joshua received beatings from his father to get him to turn against his 'molester'. Rather than see his young friend continue facing pressure at home to testify against him and being possibly traumatized by describing what sex acts occurred between him and the adult in an open court, John agreed to plea bargain to a three-year prison sentence. Looking at the boy sitting at the table brought back the more pleasurable aspects of John's relationship with Joshua. He wondered at this boy and what pleasures he could have with him. He felt his cock starting to tent in his pants.

"Stop that!" he told himself. "Don't start imagining things that cannot happen." He felt a little angry with himself. "Don't you get enough sex from the Kalaukan boy? And there's a lot more coming in just two weeks. This lad and his companions have just been through one hell of an experience. There's family's searching for them at this very moment. First, make sure they are all right, call Majuro and get them picked up as quickly as possible."

At that moment John felt the presence of the boy waiting his turn to shower standing next to him. He turned and gazed at the boy. He couldn't help himself. The lad was as sexy-looking as could be. Smiling, he said, "This chicken noodle soup will do the trick and then you can all sleep for a while."

"Thank you, sir. I wanted you to know how much we appreciate you helping us."

"You're welcome, but how about calling me John and telling me what your name is?"

"Okay John," the boy answered with a slight smile. "My name is Michael, but everyone calls me Mike"

"Glad to meet you, Mike," the man replied sticking his hand out. Mike grabbed it and they shook hands. "How old are you?"

"Twelve."

That would be about right as the boy seemed to stand about five feet in height and maybe around 90-95 pounds. The boy had light brown hair and gray eyes. He was an attractive lad and once again John had to fight the sexual urges he was feeling. Damn, why are these boys making me feel like I do about them?

Changing the subject, he asked Mike, "What are the names and ages of your two companions?"

"Matt is 12-years-old and so is Chris," was the answer. "We've been together for about two months." Three 12-year-old boys. What were the odds of that happening on his island?

At that moment one of the boys walked into the kitchen, his towel wrapped tightly around him. John had given the boys large beach-type towels so when wrapped around the body, especially a young boy, they covered from just above the nipples to their knees. Taking a 50-50 chance, John greeted the lad. "How do you feel Matt? Here's a bowl of hot soup." John had made the right guess on the boy's name as the lad made eye contact with him and slowly nodded his head. He then looked at Mike and sensing no problems, sat down, and began eating his soup. John then led Mike to the just vacated bathroom and to make sure repeated the same instructions he had given the boys earlier on the porch.

Returning to the kitchen, he tried to strike up a conversation with Matt, but the boy just looked at him and said nothing. Once again the man was intrigued by the fact that this boy was so beautiful. He felt that strangeness again wondering how three boys could land on his island in a lifeboat and all have such perfect facial features. It was as though that out of 100 12-year-old boys, the three most beautiful and sexiest boys had landed on his island. As the third boy Chris came in and started on the soup John poured for him, he concluded that all three were special. Being a boylover himself, he could appreciate even more the beauty of boys at that age. Yet he wondered if there was more than a coincidence that three such hot-looking boys ended up shipwrecked on his island? Whatever the reason, he would enjoy their company in the short time they were here until they left to rejoin their families.

Matt and Chris finished their soup and sat quietly until Mike arrived, also wrapped tightly by the large towel. John was a little disappointed he couldn't see anything but again thought about how he was being selfish under the circumstances. Sure, having three good-looking boys a few feet away was erotically enticing, but he had to remember what they had just gone through and the people right now looking for them.

As Mike sat down joining the other two, John tried once again to gain a little more information from him about the three of them. "You said you've been together for a couple of months. Did you all live in the same neighborhood?"

There was a long silence as Mike first looked at his two companions before facing the adult and slowly responding. "We're orphans."

The statement shocked John. He expected Mike to give a location, probably in the United States as their hometown, but not this. "You're orphans? Then how did you end up on that lifeboat?"

Mike cast his eyes down and the man could tell he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"All right, no more questions. You've been through enough for today. Everybody rest and we'll talk later." Mike looked relieved at not having to say anymore. John decided the answers to the many questions popping into his mind at that moment, especially how they had ended up in that lifeboat, would just have to wait for later.

John led the boys to the three bedrooms. He assigned one bed to each boy. Although the house had come with three bedrooms, he never thought that all would be used at the same time. Even when the Kalaukan guards arrived with Aukai they slept outdoors. "All your clothes will be ready when you wake up," he told the three of them. "The towels will have to be your pajamas for tonight. Sleep as long as you like and when you wake up we'll talk and decide what the next step should be."

Shortly after the boys heard the man's footsteps receding down the hallway, both Matt and Chris left their rooms and preceded to the one Mike was occupying, which happened to be John's bedroom.

Chris looked at Mike and asked, "What are we going to do? Do you think John will take us back?"

Mike thought for a moment before replying. "I don't know. We'll have to wait and see. He's different from those at the ranch. He might be more like the Captain. Maybe he can help us."

After assuring that everyone was all right, John realized he better get ready for the supply pick-up. He called his dog to accompany him. She had remained outdoors eyeing the new strangers suspiciously. She could have come inside at any time as she had an entrance cut into the kitchen door allowing her access in and out of the house anytime she wanted.

He arrived at the helipad just as he faintly heard the familiar sound of the helicopter approaching the island. He then went to the shack and got the wagon-cart he used to bring the coconuts he had collected the past week. Looking up, he saw the helicopter grow larger as it drew nearer and then finally settling down on the concrete surface. John waited until the rotary blades completely stopped before approaching, recognizing Troy, his friend from Majuro.

"How's everything in paradise?" the young pilot smiled as he started unloading supplies John had ordered a few days ago.

"It's lovely here Troy." John decided to go straight for the question uppermost in his mind. "By the way, have you heard of any boats or ships in trouble the past few days around here? Any emergency messages of any kind?"

Troy stopped and paused for a moment. "No, I haven't. Why?"

"Oh nothing, I was just wondering if anything exciting happens in the waters around here."

"I thought that was why you moved out here, so you could get away from the excitement." That was the reasoning John had given the pilot originally, as Troy did not know about his real background. He had kept quiet about the Kalaukan visits and then decided not to also mention the three boys currently sleeping in his house.

"You're right. But I'm still allowed my curiosity, aren't I?"

Small talk continued as the last of the supplies were unloaded and the coconuts placed aboard. After exchanging good-byes, John pulled his loaded cart away as Troy started the copter. A few moments later he lifted skyward waving to John as he began his return trip to Majuro.

As he pulled the cart up the slight incline near a side entrance to the house, John wondered about what Troy had told him. So no S.O.S. had been picked up recently. That in itself didn't mean anything. Maybe there was no serious trouble aboard the boat and the boys were put in the life raft as a precautionary measure. So why didn't the ship come back and pick them up? Or are they looking for them at this very moment? Maybe the vessel sank before they could signal for help. That seemed highly unlikely. What would three supposedly orphan boys be doing in the middle of the South Pacific? Mike didn't seem to want to talk about it yet. John thought there was no use trying guesses. When the boys awake he will get the answers. But the bigger question still lingered in his mind. Why did the three boys look so sexy to him? Of course after nearly four years away from boys, John guessed any boy would look sexy. But these three were certainly different.

Returning to the house, John stored away all the groceries and supplies that had been delivered. Of course, when he ordered, he wasn't anticipating feeding three more mouths. But, he thought to himself, they'll be gone within a day or two. He began collecting all the wet clothes and towels to be washed. As he entered the utility room, he spotted his dog.

"So there you are! Sorry about this morning. It was completely unexpected. Come back to the kitchen with me and I'll feed you." The dog followed him ever watchful for the new strangers inside his house. John fed the animal while the washing machine did its work. He had looked through the boys' clothing to see if there was anything to help solve the mystery of the three, but there was nothing, not even a scrap of paper. Any documentation or even a passport, he assumed, was probably held by the captain. After he had eaten some lunch, he decided to listen to the radio and see if there was news about any vessel in trouble or missing, anything about a ship called the Sea Queen. After an hour tuning to various stations and hearing nothing, he decided to go check out the lifeboat and see if there was anything he could learn from it.

The craft was still there, pretty well beached. It wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, but John decided he had better tow it to the boat dock as soon as possible. He looked inside and first spotted the life vests the boys had discarded. But what he saw next surprised him. Although the boat looked old, it had life-saving equipment for whoever the passengers were. Everything was marked. There were bottles of water, food packets, flares, a fishing kit, a signaling mirror, even a short wave radio. A flashlight and first-aid kit were also discovered. Other items were there too. But it appeared that none of the life-saving items were touched. The boys knew nothing about using survival gear. That's usually the responsibility of the crewman assigned to that lifeboat. So where was he? John couldn't believe the boys were placed in this craft with no adult to take care of them. Or was there one and he got lost overboard? That would have happened early in the water, as again John didn't notice evidence of any of the survival gear being used. He thought about how fortunate the boys were to land on his island. It would have been a terrible way to end not knowing how to use the very equipment stored to save their lives.

The man headed back to the house, not knowing any more than before but with even more questions. So much did not make sense. Instead of enjoying another day of peace and solitude on his private island, he stood with a major mystery on his hands.

When he returned home, he decided to check on the three boys to see that they were okay. Mike and Matt were both sleeping under the covers, the towels discarded by the side of the bed. When he got to Chris' room, the sight startled him. Like Mike and Matt, Chris had also left his towel by the bedside. But unlike the other boys, Chris was sleeping on top of the covers naked. The boy lay on his stomach. His smooth back, ass, thighs, and legs were exposed. John slowly stepped inside the room and stood by the bed. As John continued to admire the back of this naked boy, he noticed something. The time spent in the lifeboat had tanned his arms and he could see a slight redness from the exposure. Then he noticed that the boy had an even tan from head to toe. He spent a lot of time outdoors naked. Were his family nudists? John tried not to read too much into what he saw. He figured it was just more questions to add, but due to the sensitivity of the subject, one he probably won't get answers to The sight of such beauty was causing an instant erection inside his cutoffs. He wanted so badly to lightly rub his hands along the soft skin just inches away but resisted the temptation. If the boy woke up and caught him, who knows what he would say to anyone else after he left, and John didn't want any repercussions coming to his island. Although the man wanted badly to see the front of the boy and his 'package', again he resisted the temptation to do anything. Instead, he let his mind wander back four years to the last light-skinned youth he had enjoyed, Joshua.

John quietly left the bedroom and returned to the utility room to do more laundry. He placed a chair beside each bedroom door and placed their clean folded clothes on them. He used the rest of the afternoon picking up coconuts and once again trying to find answers to his questions. By sunset, he was pretty well exhausted, physically, and emotionally. He fixed a light dinner, watched a video, and as his eyes got tired, prepared for bed. He showered, and then fixed the living room sofa to sleep upon, the dog sleeping on the floor next to the sofa.

As he awaited sleep to overcome him, he slowly stroked his cock as he recalled the sight of Chris' backside and the even tan. He had been used to jacking off almost every evening thinking of the Kalaukan boy he had come to know and have sex with. He had nearly forgotten about Joshua and what they shared four years earlier. As he stroked himself to orgasm coating his hand with cum, he couldn't help but think of his three visitors. As he cleaned up and slowly lost consciousness, his final thought was lying in bed with Chris sleeping on one side of him and Aukai, the Kalaukan boy, sleeping on the other, and all three of them naked.

Chapter Three
Revelations (Part 1)

"John."

He heard his name called, but wasn't sure if it was part of his dream. The Kalaukan boy, Aukai, was getting ready to suck his cock. He shivered in expectation of the erotic sensations he would be feeling.

"John." The voice was a little more urgent.

No, it wasn't the dream. Someone was calling his name. He struggled to consciousness, seeing the Kalaukan boy's naked features fade away. He opened his eyes. Mike stood there by the sofa looking at him.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?" as the man tried to clear the cobwebs from his eyes. He then realized he was stroking his cock under the covers. He quickly released it hoping the boy never saw what he was doing while dreaming. Mike's facial features didn't seem to indicate any surprise or shock at seeing anything out of the ordinary. Instead, it reflected concern, as was the tone in his voice.

"No, everything's fine. I wanted to talk to you before Matt and Chris woke up."

"Okay Mike, let me go take a shower, and then we'll go into the kitchen and start making some breakfast." John looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was 7:10. The sun was already up. The dog was nowhere to be seen, so he assumed she was probably outside or hid when the boy approached the couch. Yawning and stretching John realized he was naked under the covers. So he wrapped himself with the covers and headed to the bathroom to try to look a little decent before facing the day. Mike showed no reaction of any kind to the man's attempt to cover himself. After a quick shower, John decided to wear cutoffs again and to wear a shirt. He noticed Mike had dressed in his original clothes he wore when he landed on the beach that John washed the previous day.

So Mike wanted to talk. Good! Maybe some questions would get answered. After leaving the bathroom, John took a quick peek in the other bedrooms. Matt and Chris were still asleep, although this time Chris had covered himself. John recalled vividly the sight of the boy's nude backside and the inescapable tan covering him completely. Mike was waiting for him as John entered the kitchen.

"How about starting with a glass of orange juice?"

"Thank you. That sounds good." Mike was talking in a more upbeat mood. "And these clothes feel good after being soaking wet."

"You look and sound better. You slept for nearly eighteen hours. You must have been exhausted." Mike didn't seem surprised when told of the long sleep he had just concluded.

"No one slept the entire time we were in the lifeboat," the boy replied.

As John set the glass of juice in front of the boy, he looked directly at him and asked, "Do you want to talk about it now?"

The boy's tone of voice changed instantly becoming more serious as he looked back at the adult. "Can I ask some questions first?"

John nodded his head as he turned back to the stove to prepare some omelets. "Go right ahead. I'll answer anything I can." Maybe Mike needed to trust him more before opening up. He needed to know John's intentions.

"Have you reported us to the police?"

John froze when he heard the question. That was the last one he ever expected. The Police! The last contact he ever wanted again was with law enforcement! The whole purpose of getting away and having his independent island was to not be under the jurisdiction of any agency. If it weren't for that, even his escapades with the Kalaukan boy, Aukai, would be of grave concern of discovery. Despite the seriousness of Mike's question and his initial reaction, John relaxed and even chuckled a little. This caused the boy to look at the man with confusion, not knowing what prompted the man to react to his question in such a manner.

"I'm sorry," John replied getting serious. "You took me by surprise with that question. Let me tell you more about where your lifeboat trip ended. As I told you yesterday at the shore, you landed on an island. It's about one-mile square and I own it entirely. You're in the South Pacific, southwest of the Marshall Islands. You're standing on 'Paradise Island', the name I gave this place when I bought it almost a year ago. I live here with my dog. This island is not under the jurisdiction of any country. I can set my own rules and not worry about someone else telling me what to do. I have radio equipment so I can call for help or anything else if necessary. If you hadn't told me you were orphans, I would have contacted someone right away to locate your family and let them know you were safe. And although I'm very curious about you, I have not spoken to anyone else about your landing here.

"While you were sleeping, a helicopter arrived yesterday with my weekly supplies. I asked the pilot if he had heard about a boat or ship in trouble, maybe your Sea Queen. He told me he hadn't heard any news about that around here. I didn't tell him I had three young survivors in my house. At the moment, I'm the only person who knows you're here."

"What are you going to do with us?" Mike asked, somewhat nervously, a flashback of a more recent time going through his head. He didn't know if what the adult had told him was good news or bad. Had the three of them jumped from one situation to an even worse one?

"As I told you yesterday I wanted us to talk and then we can decide together, the four of us, what to do. You said you were on a ship. Where were you going? What was your final destination?"

"Singapore."

"Singapore!" John was surprised to hear that. The little history he knew about the area was that Singapore and Malaysia had once been one country, but split apart in 1965. The country of Singapore is a small island city in the Malayan Peninsular. Like a lot of Southeast Asia, rumors of drug and sex trafficking abounds.

Why were you going there?"

"Mr. Lam Sin bought us."

"Bought you? I don't understand. What do you mean 'bought you'? I thought all of you were orphans."

"We are orphans! I guess the only way to explain it is to start from the beginning."

John held up his hand to silence the boy while he gathered his thoughts. Yes, the Internet was full of web sites about child slavery in Southeast Asia, especially for sexual purposes. Boys and girls were bought and sold like cattle, or kidnapped if necessary. There were instances of white children disappearing, usually in Europe and the Americas, and thought to have been forced into prostitution. John always believed that sex, regardless of the age difference, must always be consensual. It should never be forced. If the three boys on his island were scheduled for such a fate, would their new 'owner' be looking for them? The fact that he 'paid' for these three did not bode well for their future.

He could dwell on suppositions for hours if he let them, but John decided to hear the boy out first, and then see what options were available. But first, he had to ask Mike a question that had been bothering him since he first laid eyes on all of them yesterday morning.

"Mike, have we ever met before? Ever since I saw you, Chris and Matt, there's been something familiar about the three of you."

The 12-year-old gave a half-smile and responded cryptically, "Yes and no."

"What kind of answer is that?" The man replied, a little upset at such a response. "No games or lies. Your future depends on the truth."

"Please John, let me tell you about us," Mike cried back.

John turned back to the stove and continued the business of fixing breakfast when he said to the boy, "Alright, go ahead."

"We all used to live in a foster home on a ranch about 20 miles from Barstow, California. It was out in the middle of the desert with nothing all around. The three of us all lost our parents at about the same time and were in temporary foster care before we got sent to Mrs. Janice and her sons Bruce and Kevin. They owned the ranch. In the beginning, it was okay. After a month though, we wanted to live somewhere else where we could go to school with other kids. The three of us used to live in the city and although we had each other, we felt isolated as we never got to leave the ranch. At first, we asked Mrs. Janice. We said we liked her very much, but we missed being around other kids and going to school. I liked to play sports a lot. But she said that this was our home. The next time the caseworker came by we asked him to place us in a different foster home. But he said no, that we were special and that the ranch would stay our home. He also said that Mrs. Janice and her boys were going to prepare us for a wonderful adventure and that we would be leaving soon.

"Last week, Mrs. Janice told us that Mr. Lam Sin had bought us and that we were going on a fantastic trip to Singapore and live with him. We were scared, but there was nothing we could do. A helicopter came to the ranch and picked all of us up and took us to a loading port where we were taken aboard a ship. It looked like a freighter as there were containers stacked all around. Most of the time we were kept locked up in cabins. Two days ago, an explosion occurred somewhere on board. The ship's Captain came and got us, told us to be quiet, and quickly put us in a lifeboat. We never saw what happened to the ship, as it was foggy. We spent the rest of that day and all night in the lifeboat before it landed on your shore."

John didn't speak for several moments as he finished the omelets, putting one on Mike's plate and one on his own. He sensed that what the boy had told him was just the tip of the iceberg. The part about being sold, especially boys under the supervision of a foster child agency didn't ring true. There was a lot more he was holding back. "You know Mike, that's the most unusual story I have ever heard. It almost sounds like you memorized it from some movie or T.V. show. Do you expect me to believe it?"

"It's true John, I'm not lying!"

"Come on Mike. I want to help you. But first, though, we're going to have to trust each other. I tried to prove my trust by not reporting you to anyone. Now I need to trust you by hearing the truth."

At that moment John heard movement from the other two bedrooms and knew that Matt and Chris had awakened. A couple of minutes later both appeared in the kitchen dressed in the clothes they wore when they landed yesterday. They said good morning to the adult and thanked him for the breakfast. Otherwise, they were quiet. John decided to go outside and feed his dog leaving the three boys alone. On the porch, where just 24 hours ago he had started his day, he called his pet. Occasionally, he peeked through the window into the kitchen and saw the three talking with each other. They were speaking in very low tones and the man wasn't able to pick up anything from their exchanges. He then decided that before he pressed for any further information on their past and how they ended up on his island, he would allow them to see for themselves all this island had to offer.

After breakfast, John called the three boys to the porch. He had hoped that after their private conversation among themselves, they would voluntarily start filling in the gaps about their mysterious past. But no one spoke. So John decided on a ploy. He went into details about the features of the island, how he came upon purchasing it through his lottery winnings and that at the moment, only the four of them were here. He deliberately left out his past with Joshua and its consequences and he made no mention of the Kalaukan boy, Aukai's. "I didn't report you to anyone because I wanted to know what happened. Despite what Mike told me, I feel there are still too many questions to be answered. I would like to be your friend and help you. I have a feeling you haven't been able to trust an adult recently. So trusting me may take some time. I can understand that. You've only known me for a day. I don't believe in forcing anyone to do anything against his will. And that means keeping you on this island if you don't want to stay. If you want, I can make a call on my radio and a boat will be here within a day or two and can either take you back to California or ahead to Singapore."

That last statement got reactions. All three boys seemed visibly upset. John figured that neither east nor west was where any of them wanted to go. Wanting to ease their concerns, he changed tactics. "Tell you what," he continued. "No more talk of California or Singapore. We don't have to make any decisions right away. First, let me take you on a tour of the island to show you everything I described a short while ago. Okay?" The three nodded their heads and John led the small procession down the steps to the shore. He told the boys to leave their shoes and socks on the porch and led the walk around the island.

At first, the group was quiet as they began their walk. As the three boys felt the sand beneath their feet, they started talking among themselves. For Mike, who explained, this was his first walk along an ocean shore as he had been raised in Arizona and later moved to California. He lost his parents shortly afterward before they could take him to the beach. All three boys even rolled up their pants legs so that they could go a few feet into the water. John was surprised at that considering they had been recently surrounded by an ocean in a boat with no idea of what was going to happen to them.

Their first stop was the boat dock where moored was the 42-foot Sea Ray Motor Yacht. The boys' eyes were like saucers as they climbed aboard and discovered all the creature comforts the yacht provided. Of course, they all wanted a ride, but John told them that if it were possible, their opportunity would come soon. Parked next to the yacht was a 21-foot Bayliner for shorter trips.

The tour continued. The boys asked about the trails they saw leading from the shore. John explained that maybe later they could take a tour by themselves and explore the interior of the island. He even told them about the hot springs. When they reached the halfway point of their walk, now on the eastern side of the island, they came upon the glass bedroom. Once again the boys became fascinated by the structure standing on stilts with a view of the ocean and the rising sun.

As the morning wore on, they arrived at the helipad. John explained how he would call in his supply needs each Wednesday and that on Saturdays someone would fly over to the island for delivery. He mentioned again that while they were sleeping yesterday, Troy, the pilot, had brought over John's requests. The boys seemed a little quieter here. Maybe that part of Mike's story of being taken by helicopter to a ship and unknown future was true and the boys were recalling that ride.

The last part of the walk around the island took them past the lifeboat, still beached where it had landed the day before. Nobody spoke a word and before long they were back at the house. As the trip concluded, the boys realized that they indeed were on an island. They thought it was even possible they had found sanctuary from whatever future they had been headed to.

"Now you've seen the island for yourself and can believe what I've told you so far." The three lads nodded their heads. "Matt, Chris, why don't you go and explore some of the interiors. The trails are well marked, so stay on them. Don't take more than 90 minutes," as John noticed Matt was wearing a watch that was somehow still working after the drenching from the ocean, "and by the time you get back, I'll have some lunch ready for all of us. You saw on our tour some caves. They have barriers to keep my dog out. Do not enter any of them. I haven't fully explored them myself and I don't know how dangerous they could be. Mike, do you mind staying here. I'd like to hear more of that story you started telling me earlier?" The boy nodded his head.

Before entering the house and heading toward the kitchen, John watched Matt and Chris. So far, the man had noticed that the three were pretty resilient kids considering what they had gone through the past 24 to 48 hours. The two boys chatted between themselves and looked like normal youngsters. Thankfully, their mental and physical ordeals did not appear long-lasting. They seemed to be burying whatever horrors they went through well and letting their real personalities come out. This walk just between the two of them could be good therapy as they discussed their present situation. Putting their shoes and socks on they skipped down the steps and turned inland to the first trail they came upon.

John reached the freezer and took whatever steaks he had out for thawing. For dinner, he thought a good old-fashioned barbeque would be a great way to end the day. For lunch, though, sandwiches would be the meal. He turned and looked at the boy standing a few feet away from him. What was it that made him seem different? Except for Aukai, John hadn't been close to any boy in four years. Maybe seeing Mike brought back memories of several years ago. Then he found himself staring at the boy from a purely sexual standpoint wondering if the body underneath the clothing was so smooth and soft? John quickly turned his head away again chiding himself for such thinking. He thought that when he purchased this island, his new life would allow him never to miss the companionship of a young boy and any sexual involvement based on his experience with Joshua. In fact, for the first few months, it worked that way, as he was busy exploring the island and enjoying his new life. He always wanted to write and the peace and solitude were giving him that opportunity. He joined social groups on the Internet and made friends there, but nothing in conjunction with sex talk of any kind.

But the arrival of the Kalaukans and Aukai's sexual openness brought back all the old memories, pleasures, and desires of the past. The problem was that their visit was only once a month and only for overnight. In between visits, John would think about the beautiful native boy, his bronze soft skin, and his willingness to have sex with him each visit. Pleasant memories of being with Joshua returned despite how their relationship ended. And even though he had his private island subject to no one else's laws, he didn't want to find himself mentally trapped by thoughts of boy sex. He looked forward to Kalauka Island but wasn't marking the days off on a calendar until he arrived. He realized that no matter where he resided he knew he would always be a boylover. But he also knew he had to concentrate instead on other things, like managing his remaining millions and maybe start taking trips with his Bayliner to Majuro instead of relying on Troy for all his needs. He tried to focus on the future with the Kalaukans, as a limited break from the day-to-day routine rather than the main emphasis of his present life.

But now, he had on his island three orphan boys who were just as beautiful as any you could find. Chris had blond hair and blue eyes to die for. And knowing that he ran around outdoors in the nude, based on his full body tan, seemed to indicate being naked was nothing new to him. Matt had light brown hair and brown eyes and seemed like the perfect specimen of what a 12-year-old boy should look like. Again he snapped back to reality as he realized Mike was waiting for him to start the conversation.

"All right Mike, I've been open and honest with you. I took you on a tour of the island and answered your questions. I tried to make you feel at home and ease, but mostly safe. I did this so I won't be such a stranger to you. Besides the obvious that you're shipwrecked on my island, I feel there is a lot more that needs explaining. Now it's your turn to be open and honest with me. Tell me the truth. How did all of you end up being on that lifeboat?"

The boy took a few moments before answering. His mind was churning with the possibilities ahead. He decided to open up and tell John the entire story. The three of them didn't want to go on to Singapore. Maybe the adult could be a friend and help them out of this situation. He kind of took it upon himself as to sort of look after the other two. He had to take a chance and be upfront and truthful about their recent past. He realized that part of what he would say would seem like something made up. Some of what happened would be very difficult to talk about. But he had to tell it anyway and hope John would not react negatively to what he was about to share.

"What I told you earlier this morning was the truth. I just left out a lot of it."

John nodded, signaling his willingness to hear Mike out before making any comments or asking questions.

"The three of us did come from different temporary foster homes at about the same time two months ago. As I said before, it was a ranch many miles from Barstow. I remember a long dirt road before reaching the ranch when I got there. Chris had arrived the day before from San Diego and Matt came the following day from Stockton. We were all brought there by the same caseworker.

"The lady who owned the ranch was Mrs. Janice as she wanted us to call her. She told us her husband died about a year earlier and that she and her two sons decided to be a foster family for whoever needed one. Bruce was the oldest. I think he was 20, and Kevin was 18.

"The house we lived in was big, even bigger than this one," Mike explained talking about John's own home. "I think they said they owned 40 acres. Each of us had a bedroom. Bruce and Kevin started showing us how a ranch is run, taking care of the outside. They had several dogs, but no other animals, like horses or cattle or chickens. Bruce told us they sold the animals after their father died and hoped that with new help, meaning us, there would be farm animals again. That excited us and we tried to learn and help as much as we could. Chris, Matt, and I became good friends and kind of felt like brothers in a nice home.

"But after the first month, we started noticing things. We had yet to leave the ranch for any reason. Mrs. Janice gave us some schoolbooks and told us we should read and ask her any questions we had. We were going to be home-schooled. We also realized there were no telephones. Mrs. Janice, Bruce, and Kevin had cell phones, but we never saw them out of their sight. When we asked about that, Mrs. Janice said it was too expensive to pay for more cell phones and, by the way, who were we ever going to call, as we had no other family? In our rooms, we had TV and cable as the ranch had a satellite dish. We had computers, but no Internet. We realized that there was no way to contact anyone outside of the ranch. We tried to like living there, but felt uneasy about being cut off so completely."

Mike paused for a moment gathering his thoughts. John sat quietly waiting for the boy to continue. Although the three boys may have found their living situation a little unusual, maybe after living in a city-type environment, nothing came across as strange to the man so far. They were living in a nice home, being taken care of and learning responsibilities. Not having a phone or Internet didn't indicate anything nefarious. But soon he was to learn otherwise as Mike continued.

"When our caseworker came by to check up on us, we didn't mention to him about no way to contact anyone outside the ranch. We spoke honestly to him and instead told him that although we liked the ranch and that Mrs. Janice and her sons had been nice to us, we wanted to live in a regular neighborhood where we could go to school, meet friends, and do other things. We felt so cut off here. The caseworker told us that we hadn't given the place a chance of being there after just one month. Mrs. Janice was a licensed school teacher, so she was just as qualified to teach us as any other teacher in the state. And if we left, he would have to split the three of us up to find new homes. Then he said something that was kind of creepy. We would be learning new things over the next few weeks that would make us very special and valuable boys and that Mrs. Janice and her sons were going to prepare us for a wonderful adventure. Of course, we didn't know what he meant at that time. He did tell us that when he came back next month if we still felt the same, he would find us new homes. We didn't know then that it would be the last time we would ever see him."

The boy took a deep breath as he recollected the past and how he was going to present it to John. This was going to be the hardest part and he wasn't sure how the man was going to take it. John, himself, felt that what he had been told was just the first layer of an extraordinary series of events. A bizarre story was about to unfold.

"After the caseworker left, Mrs. Janice called the three of us together and told us that we were special for two reasons. First, we were the three most beautiful boys they had ever seen."

"Of course," John said to himself. Now that he thought about it, physically they were special with almost milky white skin. There wasn't a blemish to be found on any part of the exposed flesh. His first thoughts when seeing them was already from a sexual standpoint. Boys were boys and yes, these three were good-looking boys. But they were perfect. And all three of them shared the same beauty. Another thought crossed his mind. What were the odds of finding three such good-looking, sexually attractive (from John's point of view), from a small collection of orphan boys at the same time? And if Mrs. Janice looked at them as physical specimens, what did that mean for their future?

John's cock was twitching like mad and he was having a hard time not thinking about it or dropping his hand between his legs. Was this story going the way he thought it was? He could tell Mike was feeling more uncomfortable as his tale unfolded. He knew the next part would be the most explosive point of the narration so far. Mike's next comments were a bombshell.

Mike paused and then took a deep breath. Besides having to relive what he was about to share, his, Matt's and Chris' futures hinged on John's reactions. "Bruce told us that boylovers, men who like boys, fantasize a lot about having sex with them, and the more beautiful boys were the more they enjoyed it. John slowly nodded his head. From what he had read and heard about child sex traffic, the price of having a child was dependent on age and beauty. The younger and prettier usually demanding a higher price. Nowadays boylovers usually had their fantasies around the child stars of current TV shows.

"Then Kevin told us one special boylover would have the next best thing: three beautiful boys to take home to spoil and enjoy them for sex. So for the next four weeks, we would learn about sex and living with a man. Then we would go on a trip to our new home somewhere in another country to live our lives as sex toys.

"I can't speak for Matt or Chris, but I don't know if I was more shocked or scared of Kevin's announcement that we were going to be trained as sex toys. All of us I know were told many times when we were younger about staying away from strangers and how some kidnapped boys and did nasty things to them. And now we were going to have to live that nightmare. Of course, we refused and threaten to tell the caseworker. Kevin then laughed and told us that the caseworker was part of their search and train group. He had placed many boys in homes in the past always looking for the one beautiful boy to prepare and sell. He hit the jackpot when he found three of us.

"We threatened to run away and get the police. The two brothers said go ahead. They were at least 20 miles from the nearest town. There were miles of open desert, wild animals, and daytime temperatures that reached 110 degrees. We wouldn't last too long out there. Bruce tried to calm us by saying we weren't going to be hurt or tortured and that if we did exactly as we were told, we would even get to learn to like sex. Bruce figured most boys our age knew a lot about sex and played sex games with each other. I didn't believe him as I never heard when I was in a school of boys having secret sex games. Our new master, we were told, would buy us expensive gifts and take us on trips all over the world. Once we got over our embarrassment, it would be more like a game. We were then told to go to our rooms and get completely naked, that he and Kevin would be there shortly."

At this point, Mike stopped and decided to see what John would say from what he had been told thus far. Would the adult be disgusted at the thought that the three boys on his island were going to be used for sexual purposes? Maybe, although he was telling the truth, he had already said too much. Maybe John was now contemplating calling someone to get the three off his island. But the man's response surprised him.

"Amazing!" was the first word that came from out of his mouth. "I knew the three of you, even though we had never met before, were something special. I can understand why boylovers would do almost anything to have the three of you to enjoy," then immediately realized that he might have said too much as Mike gave him a quizzical look. "What I mean is that those who prey on boys look for the most handsome and cute-looking ones they can find." John then encouraged him to go on, that he was doing a great job of telling a difficult story.

Mike tried to figure out why John agreed with Kevin's comments about boylovers. He was not naïve. Although never involved in any sex, he knew enough. But he never thought he was that good-looking to be kidnapped and prepped for sex with a man. Could John be saying something about himself and his first impressions of the castaways? Brushing that thought aside, he continued. "When Bruce and Kevin came into my bedroom, Bruce had a digital camera in his hands and Kevin was holding what looked like a paddle used for spanking. I hadn't taken off anything when they came in. Bruce told me that all he wanted today was to take pictures of me naked. No one would touch me unless I refused. Bruce said I wouldn't look good in the pictures with bruise marks on my butt from the paddling his brother would give me. Later, when Chris, Matt, and I compared our experiences, we realized we all went through pretty much the same thing."

John thought he was going to cream in his pants at that very moment. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the tenting in his pants, the certain pre-cum he was surely leaking and to keep a straight non-committal face while listening to the boy's narration. But he did notice that Mike was becoming a little more comfortable telling his story, as probably the first mention of sex was the most difficult and John hadn't reacted adversely to what was told so far. He wondered why the boy was becoming more explicit in describing what was happening to him and the others. Was he suspecting something of John? The 12-year-old continued his commentary.

"I don't remember how many pictures Bruce took of me. He took a lot. He took different measurements of me and weighed me. He had me standing with my hands by my side, straight up above my head, taking pictures of my underarms. He took close-ups of my nipples. He took a lot of pictures of my cock, soft and hard. He had me lift my cock to get close-ups of my balls. I spread my legs while he lay on his back between them taking more pictures. He had me turn around while he took pictures of my back, especially my butt. He told me to bend over and spread my butt cheeks and took more pictures. I was scared. But I did everything I was told rather than refuse and have them get mad and maybe beat me," throwing that out so John wouldn't think he was a willing participant in this humiliation. It was the willingness to share such intimate details. He wondered if Mike harbored a fantasy of being used by a man and was hinting his desire to do that again but under different circumstances. John knew he had to be careful not to over imagine things.

But that wasn't all the man was thinking. He was wishing he had a complete set of all the photos taken of the three boys so he could enjoy viewing every inch and cranny of their hot little bodies. Again, he wondered why Mike was so explicit in describing all the intimate shots taken of his naked body. Could he be telling the man something?

"After they were through, Kevin took every piece of clothing I had from the closet and dresser drawers except shoes and socks and told me that from now on out I would be completely naked for the rest of our training. We could move around the ranch but again was advised about being in the sun too long. I guess we three were too scared and embarrassed to come out in the open in front of each other and a grown woman. We stayed in our rooms all day. Bruce and Kevin brought us our dinners later that night." So the complete tan he saw on Chris would probably be the same on Mike and Matt, probably due to the hours they must have eventually spent outdoors at that ranch.

As Mike paused, John could only think to himself how unbelievable this story being unfolded by this preteen boy was. It didn't take long for him to realize the potentiality of what he currently had on his island. Despite what the boy had shared with him so far, he sensed there were more erotic parts of the story yet to be told. Mike looked as though he was awaiting some initial reaction from him, as the adult hadn't said anything in the past several minutes.

"I'm a little stunned," John began. "First, let me thank you for being truthful with me. I know it hasn't been easy sharing what you Chris and Matt have gone through. You did nothing to deserve being treated like that. Don't be afraid that I'm judging you by what you've shared or will continue to share with me. I told you that I would try to help. You've taken a giant step so far. Together, we'll decide what course to take so that all of us will be happy." John was choosing his words carefully. An opportunity was at his doorstep.

"All of us would be happy." Mike looked at John not sure exactly what he meant. The man was being nice, but he sensed there was more to what he was saying. But at least he didn't detect any negative reaction based on what had happened to them. If anything, he thought he sensed some excitement in the man's eyes. Maybe living by himself on this island, any thought of sex was not something that happened here much. Encouraged, he moved on. "The next morning we were told we couldn't stay in the bedroom all day, that there was work to be done and that it was time for breakfast. So we three came out naked together for the first time. I don't think Matt, Chris, and I seeing each other naked bothered us much. After all, we were about the same size."

"Was the teen referring to height and weight or some other specific part of their anatomy?" John was wondering from a perverted standpoint. Again, Mike was throwing out an extra piece of information that wasn't necessary. John couldn't help but wonder if the boy was sending him some facts he thought the man might like.

"But standing with no clothes in front of a woman took some getting used to. Mrs. Janice told us not to be embarrassed, as her sons Bruce and Kevin were naked nearly every day when they were our ages, so she was used to seeing naked little boys. So every day after breakfast we would go outside with nothing on and do some chores. We stayed in the shade as much as possible, but still got sunburned."

"For the first week, that's all we had to do just be naked. No one touched us or asked us to do anything. It seemed back to normal except we were wearing no clothes. We soon got used to it and thought if this was the worst thing we had to do, we would be okay. That didn't mean we liked it. We asked many times if we could have our clothes back and we were told no. We knew we couldn't run away naked in the heat. We talked about running away at night when it was cooler. But first, it would be hard with no clothes to wear; second, we didn't know how many miles we would have to walk; and third, if we didn't find help before the sun came up, we would probably die. We thought our caretaker, when he returned, would see what was happening and get us out of the ranch. While Kevin was outside once, we found his cell phone and tried to call out, but discovered you needed a special code to get it to work.

"Then one morning two weeks later when we went to breakfast, we saw that Bruce and Kevin were naked too. They told us that we would start learning the next part of being sex toys. We got scared. I thought probably Chris and Matt had never seen a grown-up naked before. I had seen magazines and pictures of men and women naked, but it was the first time for all of us to see a grown man with no clothes in person. We remembered what Bruce had told us about learning to please a man. The three of us had wondered and talked among ourselves what men liked to do with boys. All of us had heard some bad things. That's what scared us when we first had to go naked. But when nothing happened after a couple of days, we hoped that running around with no clothes on to be looked at by grown men was the worst we would experience."

John held up his hand halting Mike's narrative. "Sorry to interrupt, but what about Bruce and Kevin's mother, Mrs. Janice? How was she involved during the two weeks you wore no clothing and when her sons first appeared naked too?"

"Believe it or not, she treated us okay. She always dressed nicely. She was a great cook and baker. We always had three good meals every day and there were always cookies, a cake, or pie we could snack on. I guess before we arrived there she had filled her refrigerator and two big freezers with lots of food. She and Kevin went out once a week to buy more groceries. She kept the ranch house clean, changed the linen on our beds regularly and she never touched us the entire time we were there. All she ever told us was to obey Bruce and Kevin and that everything would be alright."

"I guess she figured if she could make you happy that way, you wouldn't feel so scared about being naked and anything else that was coming," John thought out loud.

"She didn't act any different the first day when Bruce and Kevin were naked and they kissed their mom good morning. It was like this was nothing new to them saying good morning to their mom wearing no clothes. I was thinking I could have never done the same thing with my mother." The boy paused as another recollection from that morning came to mind. "I hope you don't think of me weird or something, but I remember when I saw Kevin naked I wondered what made men want to do sex with us."

The man couldn't believe what he had heard. Mike was sharing a personal thought about man/boy sex. Could this boy not be averse to sex as maybe Chris or Matt? Could he be sending a message to him? At the ranch, being naked all day long was he secretly admiring his fellow companions and had sexual thoughts about them? John wanted to tell him that such a lad as he at his age and having not entered puberty was worth its weight in gold, but instead just told the boy there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Chapter Four
Revelations (Part 2)

"Bruce told us it was time to learn about being naked with a man in bed. We were going to do this over the next couple of days. We would also be encouraged to sleep with each other. Bruce said he and his brother got naked also to show us that wearing no clothes was the first step to having sex. If we were open-minded, over time as we learned new things we would grow to love sex. Starting that night and for the next three evenings, two of us would sleep, one each, with Kevin and him. The third boy would get the night off. This went on for six days as each of us spent one night with Bruce and then one night with Kevin. By then we would learn about sleeping with a man as part of learning to be sex toys. After that Chris, Matt, and I would take turns sleeping in the same room together with each other. The three of us had never slept in the same bed since we came to the ranch. When we were forced to, depending on whose room we were in, one slept in his bed, the other on the floor. We didn't sleep in the same bed as Bruce and Kevin wanted us to nor touched each other anywhere.

Again, John stopped Mike using the excuse he had to use the bathroom. He needed to relax and unwind before he made an obvious mess in his pants. He tried cleaning himself a little and washed his face. This was unbelievable! Mike was narrating a story that one would have to search the Internet for anything similar. Yet these events happened! If the boy was lying just to see what the man's reaction would be, he was doing a great job. As for Bruce and Kevin, he could imagine, after seeing them run around naked for two weeks, how both brothers wanted to get each boy in bed with them. He returned to where Mike was sitting. It was at this time that he noticed a small tent growing in Mike's pants. It appeared that retelling his experiences, despite the fear and uncertainty of what might happen, was causing a reaction he couldn't control. Looking back was the experience at the ranch somewhat erotic for the boy despite the initial revulsion of describing what the three preteens had to do. The boy seemed more relaxed as he got deeper into this amazing episode out in the desert. Maybe the boy enjoyed his sexual lifestyle at the ranch. Would that translate in wanting to stay here and do the same with him?

"Later, when we had the chance, Chris, Matt, and I described what we went through with Bruce and Kevin and found out we all experienced the same 'training'. That first night I spent it with Bruce. He told me to lay on the bed with him. He had a remote in his hand and turned on a DVD player. It showed a movie where a man and a boy, I guess around 11 or 12-years-old, were in bed naked and about to have sex. The man and boy did all sorts of sex stuff," Mike stopped, not sure if he was going too far, or at one point John might get upset and say enough, that he didn't want some fag kids living with him. He didn't know that instead, it was having the opposite effect on the man. John couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was trying to concentrate on Mike's story while at the same time wondering if and how to tell the boy about himself without appearing to be another Bruce or Kevin.

"You're doing fine Mike," he continued to encourage. "I'm impressed that you're narrating a difficult story to a stranger you've only known 24 hours."

As Mike described the details of what he saw in the porn movie, John once again was amazed that a 12-year-old boy could calmly share what he viewed between a man and a boy, and especially to another man he had met less than two days ago. But in reality, Mike was recalling the different sounds of pleasure the boy was making as different acts were done on him. He may have been acting, but Mike thought the boy was truly enjoying what his body was experiencing. The man carefully watched the boy's facial features. Most of the time Mike had his eyes closed, maybe trying to pretend he was that boy getting all the sexual attention.

The parts that may have been difficult to watch was the boy performing oral on the man and getting a mouthful of cum in which he swallowed every drop and then licked the man's shaft clean. Again, the boy had a smile like he was really into this man/boy sex. The last part was the man preparing the boy for anal sex, first getting him in position on his hands and knees. He then used his fingers and a few moments later sliding what Mike thought was a monster cock balls deep in the boy's anus. Yet again, after getting over the initial pain, the boy got into the rhythm pushing back as the man pushed forward. The last part showed the man lying on his back, the boy bouncing up and down on the impaled cock. The final few seconds showed the boy back on his hands and knees, the camera showing the white semen dripping from his ass.

"I saw Bruce playing with himself and I thought he was thinking of doing those things to me that we saw in the video. I wasn't sure what he was going to make me do, but I was really scared." John surmised that seeing a video of such acts was one thing. Thinking that it was going to happen to him was another. "But instead, after the movie was over," Mike continued, "he said he wasn't allowed to touch me sexually per the master's instructions, but instead I would sleep in the same bed as he for the night and think of what I just saw. He said I would be doing those things with my new master."

John was wondering what went through Bruce's mind that night. He had a beautiful naked 12-year-old boy in bed with him. He viewed a sex video between a man and a boy, yet somehow controlled himself and never touched the lad. To John, that had to be the worst torture imaginable to a boylover. But the ability to control oneself made it clear that this Lam Sin was a very powerful man and was feared enough not to cross him even separated by thousands of miles.

John wasn't sure what real sexual experiences Mike might have before being in bed with Bruce, but the way he was describing the sex acts observed in the movie, it seemed to indicate if not by experience, at least by reading and learning, he wasn't completely naïve about such acts nor felt unduly uncomfortable describing them. Who knew how much he learned from the Internet. After all, Mike was 12, on the doorway of puberty. What boy doesn't know about sex and having dreams of being with someone else, young or old? For a 9-year-old, Joshua seemed to know some aspects of sex and even admitted to the man that he played with himself a lot.

The man didn't realize that as he was contemplating and digesting what Mike had told him, several minutes had gone by. His face showed no expression and the boy was wondering if he had miscalculated about John. "You must hate me!" he blurted out. "I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry. I said too much."

"No, No, Mike! I'm not upset. For four weeks you were being forced to live a lifestyle not normal for you. It started with the three of you placed in a home that was isolated with no means of getting away. Then it got worse as you had to strip naked against your will. Then fear after watching that video that the true meaning of being a sex toy was going to start on you. If you hadn't obeyed, who knows what would have happened to you. I just wanted you to take a break. I know this hasn't been easy. Let me tell you a little secret," trying to calm the young boy down. "I love sex myself. I have videos in my collection I view and get off on. Living by myself, that's the only pleasure I get, but I accepted that when I moved here to live by myself. I don't believe in forcing anyone to do something they didn't want. Now I would be lying if I said your story didn't excite me sexually, but I also must remember this wasn't a fun time for the three of you either."

Mike thought carefully about what the man had said. Did he like doing things with boys? Were his videos of man/boy sex like Bruce's? Was he trying to figure out if Mike would do the acts the boy had seen in the video? But what if John was just another Bruce or Kevin? John had a beautiful island, but would they end up being sex toys for this man instead? Maybe that's why he hadn't told anyone of their presence on the island. If no one knew, no one would come looking for them. But whom would the boys want to find them: Mrs. Janice and her two sons from California, or Mr. Lam Sin from Singapore? But deep inside Mike knew he had to start trusting someone. John had been good to them so far but so had those at the ranch when they first arrived. Yet there was something different about John. Be open, he told himself, and honest about what happened, trust your feelings and chance the adult would react accordingly. He continued.

"I'm kind of afraid of sex now," he began, trying to put himself in a position that didn't look like he was 'totally' against sex, yet wasn't ruling out the possibility of doing it with someone he trusted. He expanded that thought. "I was hoping my first time would be with someone I knew. The video got me excited as I had seen similar ones on the Internet. But after seeing the one in Bruce's room and another one like it in Kevin's room the next night, especially with both looking at me like they wanted to do something to me, I got so scared. And I'm sure they would have done whatever they wanted if they disobeyed this Lam Sin. I've thought since then that if two grown men were afraid of him as far away as we were from Singapore, what kind of a monster was he, and what would he do to me?"

Before John commented, he recalled getting off numerous times since moving to the island from reading boylove stories on web sites. But to hear a first-hand detailed account from a boy who was naked with a man was something different. Aukai's descriptions of free sex were of a group of people who believed and appreciated what the human body was capable of enjoying. The three boys' exposure came with fear and uncertainty. His cock was hard as a rock and he found himself shuffling in his seat to conceal it. He then felt ashamed. The boy had detailed a trying moment in his life, yet the man was trying to visualize what Mike looked like with no clothes on when he was in bed with Bruce and Kevin. He thought he noticed a slight change in the expression of the boy from panic to possibly putting pieces together of comments the man said and trying to discover his true character

Mike spoke first instead. "Chris, and especially Matt, said how they hated every minute in the brothers' bedroom, both claiming they never could fall asleep afraid they would be molested and forced to do what they saw in the video." He paused for a moment, thinking about what he was going to say. "At home, I wondered what it would be like doing some of the things I saw on the Internet. After the ranch, I wasn't so sure if I ever wanted to do sex, especially with a grown-up. But when I told you of what it was like at the ranch, you didn't get mad or upset and say something bad about me." The boy was adding a lot of personal thoughts to the story of what happened. He looked at John waiting for a reaction.

The man raised his hand. "First, I'm not judging you. As I said earlier, it took a lot of courage to describe what the three of you went through. And although you were nervous, you didn't let it overwhelm you and create panic so that you felt like Matt and Chris did. The fact that you can talk about it now just a few days after it happened proves your resiliency. I'm sure if I asked Matt or Chris to tell me what they experienced, their behavior would be different, maybe terrified at having to recall what happened.

"Look, Mike, I'll be honest with you. I live here by myself. So obviously I don't have someone to enjoy sex with. Seeing the three of you and just now listening to what happened got me somewhat excited. But I have to keep telling myself that your future and welfare is first and most important."

Mike tried to read between the lines to what the man said as well as other hints/comments John made earlier. He decided to take a chance. "You 'are' a boylover?"

"I was before I moved to this island."

"Do you want to be one again with the three of us?"

There it was; the question that could determine the future of John and the three orphan boys. Was it a question of anticipation, or dread? "I don't know if I can answer that completely. First, there're three of you. You are the only one to share your personal experiences. I haven't talked to Matt or Chris. Their version would more than likely sound like it was the most horrible moments of their lives and that the last thing they ever want is another man to be naked with and maybe touching their bodies. Even though all of you are the same age, you seem to be the most mature. You're looking at your options and trying to see what the best is. Second, you don't know my background. So before getting into anything like sex, you should know all about me. This is a small island. There can be no secrets."

That was all the reference to sex talk John could take. Making an excuse again his need to use the bathroom, he went inside and after closing the door, dropped his cutoffs and shorts and quickly starting jacking his already rock-hard cock. It was completely slick from all the pre-cum leaking while listening to Mike described his sexual initiation and hinting at the possibility of a man/boy sexual relationship with him. So it didn't take but a couple of pumps with his fist and he felt his hand get covered with his juices. He saw he had to replace the shorts and cutoffs as they had numerous wet spots on them. He cleaned up and changed and as he returned to the kitchen to hear more of Mike's story. He wondered if the boy would notice he was wearing a different pair of cutoffs. If he had, he didn't say anything but noticed a sly smile on the boy's face. He knew what had happened. As he prepared the last of the sandwiches, he told Mike to go on with his narrative.

Mike knew he was right about John. He was a boylover. His body motions, his trips to the bathroom, and change of clothes all proved what had happened as he heard his story. The thing is, it wasn't originally meant to get the man sexually excited. If anything, he was afraid John would be disgusted with what he heard and would get the three of them off his island as quickly as possible.

Mike continued. "When Chris and Matt had spent their nights with Kevin and Bruce, we compared our experiences and found all of us just slept in the same bed as one of the brothers and neither of them ever touched us. I got the impression that Chris wasn't bothered that much sleeping with a man. He told us the experience just 'okay', but was still scared and could never fall asleep. We tried to tell Matt it wouldn't be that bad, but he kept saying he didn't want to do it: it was dirty and wrong. The next morning Matt said he also never fell asleep scared that either Bruce or Kevin would try to do sex stuff on him."

Mike stopped at that point and asked John if he could have something to drink. John apologized for letting him talk so long not realizing how thirsty the boy was getting. While he went to the kitchen to fetch a soda, he wondered about Mike. He was being so explicit in his description of the sexual atmosphere he was forced to participate in. This was amazing considering John and the boy first met barely 24 hours ago. John wasn't sure if the boy although forced to do what was told, hated what he did at first and then, over the following two weeks, took nudity and the talk of sex as less frightening and possibly something to compliment what he had only seen before on the Internet. Would he enjoy being naked all the time here on the island? Was he that adventurous to even experiment sex with a grown man?

As he handed Mike a soda, he asked, "How long ago did all this take place?"

"Is today Sunday, July 2nd?"

"Yes, it is."

Mike closed his eyes as he thought back to those evenings he spent with the two brothers. I slept with Bruce on June 20th and with Kevin on the 21st, about ten days ago."

There was silence as John digested the fact that the three boys had been introduced to sleeping naked in the same bed as the brothers as recently as ten days ago. The tone upon which Mike described his initial encounter as well as Chris's reactions seemed to indicate that they suffered no long-term effect having slept with a man. After all, it was only for one night. They were never touched by either brother. Matt, though, was another story. He may have been more traumatized by that evening, although nothing sexual happened to him. Could his fear be of possibly something in his past? Was he molested at a younger age? Could those nightmares have come back while he laid vulnerable in a bed, naked and alone with a grown man?

Mike became more chronologically specific. On Thursday, the 26th, Bruce and Kevin came into our bedrooms to wake us up. The first thing we noticed was that they were wearing clothes. Then they gave us our clothes and told us to shower, dress and get ready for breakfast. During breakfast, Bruce congratulated us and told us we had passed our initial training of being naked all the time and knowing what it felt like sleeping with a naked man. We were now ready to go on our trip and learn to be real sex toys. He then said that later that day we would begin a new adventure. At first, we were scared not knowing exactly what that meant. We kept asking Bruce and Kevin what adventure they were talking about, but they told us to wait and see that it wouldn't be long now. We also noticed suitcases stacked outside the front door and asked about them. Bruce said he, his mother, and Kevin were also going on a great adventure. That confused us even more.

"Later in the day Mrs. Janice baked a cake and got out ice cream and treated the day like it was a birthday party. It was almost dark when we heard the helicopter arriving."

Mike stopped and didn't say anything for a while. John knew the part leading up to their being on the lifeboat was about to be told. "I remember the suitcases being loaded. We asked about getting our stuff and were told we wouldn't need it where we were going. The six of us got on board and the helicopter took off. We were barely in the air when we heard an explosion. We looked down and the ranch was on fire. I looked at Mrs. Janice and her sons and they didn't seem shocked at all about the fire. They acted as though they had expected it. I was never so scared in my life. And I know Chris and Matt were too. We kept asking what was happening, what were they going to do with us? But no one said anything. We were bringing nothing with us but the clothes we wore; our home for the past two months was gone and nobody would say anything to us. I honestly thought we were going to be killed. And although it was my first ride in a helicopter, I was too terrified to enjoy it.

"I don't know how long the trip was, but I remember smelling the ocean. Bruce finally talked to us and told us that was the port of Long Beach below. In a few minutes, we would be landing near a ship. We boys were going to be passengers on one until the boat reached Singapore. That's when he told us Mr. Lam Sin, our new master, had bought us and that we were now his personal property, his new sex toys. Matt started crying then and Chris and I didn't know what to do. I did see the name of the ship, as we were about to land by it and saw it was called the Sea Queen. Mrs. Janice said goodbye to us and said they were also going on their adventure to their new home. Lam Sin had paid a big price for the three of us and they were going to enjoy the money in another country."

Mike paused again as he took another sip of his soda. Once again John tried to comprehend what had happened. All this had been planned a while back while the caseworker had been searching for the most beautiful boy. Lam Sin had offered a great deal of money for such boys. When he saw the photos taken of the boys naked and their sexual beauty, the Oriental must have paid handsomely and made plans to have them brought to him as soon as possible. Finding three such beautiful boys was like hitting the lottery three consecutive times. The money offered by Lam Sin had to have been huge to allow Mrs. Janice and her sons to destroy the ranch and disappear from the United States. The caseworker had probably vanished too. Lam Sin had wanted the boys to experience nudity at the ranch but not broken in sexually. That was for his enjoyment upon their arrival. And Lam Sin probably stated he wanted the pleasure of taking their virginities himself. Yes, the authorities would put two and two together and figure something criminal happened. But with a ranch burned to the ground, the boys going one direction, obviously on a Lam Sin owned freighter, and Mrs. Janice and her boys heading in another, it was going to be difficult tracing what had become of everyone. John thought, "This was planned very meticulously."

After a couple more sips of his soda, Mike went on. "After we got off the helicopter, we were locked in some cabins. There were three connecting cabins so we could each have our bed. But the doors leading out of the cabins were locked. We could open the portholes and look at the ocean, but that was all. I guess it was the cook who brought us our meals each day. He didn't talk to us or answer our questions. Chris and I ate the food, but Matt hardly touched his. We were afraid he was going to be sick. All we could do was talk among ourselves wondering what Singapore was like, who was this Mr. Lam Sin, and what sex things he was going to make us do.

"It was our third day Thursday when we met the Captain for the first time. He brought us some ice cream and asked if we were okay. We asked him the same questions we had asked the cook, but the Captain didn't have any answers. He said he just found out before leaving port that he was going to have three young boys as passengers on the trip to Singapore. They were to be watched very closely and brought unharmed to Mr. Lam Sin, the owner of this freighter. That's why we were locked up. I remember him saying real low that I almost didn't hear it that he didn't mind hauling weapons and drugs, but that child slaves were going too far. The Captain promised that before long he would let us out of our cabins so we could go on deck and get some fresh air. Chris and I did our best to be brave and help Matt. He was always crying saying how scared he was. I was scared too, but I tried to be brave, hoping Matt would be also.

"On Friday," as Mike paused, realizing that what he was about to describe happened just two days ago, "it was real foggy. We looked out the portholes and couldn't see even down to the ocean below us. Right after lunch was delivered to us, we heard an explosion that shook our cabins. Boy, were we scared thinking of the explosion we witnessed at the ranch. Was the ship sinking? Were we going to drown? We heard a lot of yelling and screaming. We banged on our doors but no one stopped. Finally, the Captain came in and told us to follow him topside. We stayed real close together as the fog and smoke from whatever fire was happening made it impossible to see. The Captain gave us life jackets and told us to get in this boat. He said he didn't know what the trouble was, but wanted us to be safe. If he got the fire under control, he would come back and get us. Otherwise, he'd radio another ship to pick us up. He lowered us into the water and pretty soon, with the fog, we could no longer see the ship. We heard voices, but after a while, they faded. All the rest of that day and all night we waited for the Captain or someone to pick us up. We all threw up more than once. The waves were pretty rough. I never said this to Matt or Chris, but I remember saying to myself that anything as a sex toy was better than what we were going through then in that boat. When daylight came, we saw your beach and waited until the boat landed. We had just gotten out of it when your dog came and started barking at us. Then we saw you." Mike heaved a small sigh as though glad he had made it through telling of their past two months.

"The Captain didn't put a crewman in the lifeboat with you?" John asked.

The boy responded with a shake of his head.

"It appears you were never meant to be picked up; that the Captain did what he could to keep you out of the hands of Lam Sin. He probably knew these waters well and hoped you would land somewhere close where you would be safe. The explosion offered the perfect opportunity to get you off his ship."

The conclusion of that fantastic narrative from Mike was timed perfectly as John heard the voices of Chris and Matt, as they climbed up the stairs from the shore and entered the kitchen. They immediately sat down and started on the pile of sandwiches John had prepared. Mike didn't say anything about revealing to the adult what they had gone through recently and the other two offered no new insights. Instead, the questions were about more details on specific points on the island. After lunch, John asked Matt and Chris to take Mike and show him the places they had discovered. All agreed. After they left, John cleaned up the kitchen, went out on the porch, and tried to go over everything Mike had told him this morning.

What a fantastic story! No one could write one like this. If so, it would be considered as fiction. Yet it wasn't. John had to admit that what Mike shared was true. It didn't make any sense to lie. It was too unbelievable a story to make up on the fly. What was immediate was Mike's calm description of when they were naked as well as when each spent a night sleeping with one of the brothers. Maybe he was testing John. In fact, except for a couple of times when the boy thought maybe he had gone too far, he related his experiences very calmly, not betraying any unusual embarrassment or discomfort. John wondered. Was there more to it or was he trying to second-guess the boy's real feelings? Armed with this knowledge of the boys' recent past, he, the boylover that he was, was already thinking ahead to the possibility of going to bed with each of the three newcomers. His cock was taking control. Although at first glance the boys seemed pretty resilient after their stay with Mrs. Janice and her sons, especially the past ten days, John had to also understand that these boys were orphans. There were no relatives to claim them. Their psychological needs had to be addressed first. He wondered when was the last time a grown-up hugged each of these boys and said "I love you"?

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed his dog standing by his leg. "Oh, I'm sorry," as he got up and went back into the kitchen. "I'll feed you right now." After taking care of the pet's needs, he returned to his chair on the porch to resume his dilemma. He realized he had to give the boys some time to unwind from their ordeal at the ranch and on the lifeboat and to feel safe and happy with him. But even if he controlled his urges and made no sexual advances, sooner or later he would have to tell them about his background and Joshua. And in a couple of weeks, he was supposed to make his first trip to Kalauka Island to participate in Aukai's 'Rite of Manhood' ceremony. What if he took his three new visitors with him? How would they react surrounded by naked men, women, and children? And being naked themselves would be required to visit on that island. Would they resist and put up a scene? John realized that the talk of sex and his lifestyle past, present, and future might have to be explained to the boys a lot quicker than would have been recommended. Maybe he should approach this with Mike first, having already talked of sex in describing what happened to him and the others. Depending on his reactions, maybe the boy could pass on John's openness to Chris and Matt in a way that wouldn't upset them.

He then thought about the Captain's actions aboard the Sea Queen. Based on Mike's description of the man's attitude about participating in the sale of sex toys or sex slaves, could he have created the scenario that allowed him to put the boys on a lifeboat? John again concluded that the Captain never had any intention of going back to get his passengers. If the danger to the ship was real, he would have at least put a crewman in the lifeboat with the boys, someone trained in the use of the survival gear that wasn't touched during the time the boys were in it. Being a Captain and knowing the surrounding waters, he must have known there were some populated nearby islands the boys could land on to escape Lam Sin. Silently John thanked the Captain for delivering three such beautiful boys to him. He wondered, though, what the Captain would tell Lam Sin about the boys' disappearance. And what would be Lam Sin's reactions having not received the trio he paid so much for? And who was this Lam Sin anyhow? John had never heard the name before. He must have great wealth and influence to arrange to get these boys from the United States.

He hadn't noticed the long shadows of the late afternoon until he heard the voices of the three boys returning from their exploration. He greeted them and asked how their journey went.

"We found the hot springs," piped Mike. "Is it too hot or dangerous to go into?"

"Not at all. I've spent many hours sitting in it. Unlike being in a bathtub, you don't have to worry about the water getting cold. There are some natural cut places just below the water line that acts as seats to sit on. I believe a very deep volcanic geyser underneath the island heats it. The water stays at a constant warm temperature. Also, you've seen several caves. I think they used to be lava vents."

"Yes, some looked like they go quite a way down," again Mike.

"Well, be very careful. I haven't had a chance to explore more closely some of the caves. Like you said Mike, some appear to go quite deep."

"Will a volcano ever erupt here?" spoke Chris for the first time.

John smiled, happy to have his first direct contact with Chris. "I wouldn't worry about it, Chris. This island and many around here was formed thousands of years ago. To the west closer to Japan and the Philippines is where some volcanic and earthquake activity still occurs. To the east, the Hawaiian Islands still have active volcanoes." He then mentioned that he was going to fire up the barbeque grill on the porch and that soon everyone was going to enjoy a steak and baked potatoes.

"Do you guys recall seeing a little ways from here a pit that looked like a fire had burned?" All the boys nodded their heads. "How about doing me a favor and gather wood. After dinner, we'll light it up and have a big bonfire." That was greeted with enthusiasm and soon the three ran down the steps along the shore. By the time the boys returned, John had the steaks and baked potatoes ready and all four sat down to eat. During the meal, Mike informed John that Matt would share the bed with him tonight so that John could have his bedroom back. The man thanked everyone as they returned to eating. He was mostly a listener as the boys talked mainly among themselves. Mike and Chris did talk about their parents and how they missed them. But Matt remained quiet. Maybe his parents' passing was more recent and the pain of their loss was still strong within him.

To John's surprise, the boys offered to clean the dishes and the barbeque grill. "Well I guess that was one thing I should thank Mrs. Janice for," he thought to himself. "Seems they learned manners and responsibilities. Maybe other good points would emerge from their stay at the ranch." So while they were doing that, he went down to the pit and got the fire going. It was a roaring bonfire by the time the three boys joined him. His dog was there too.

Mike sat by John while Matt and Chris were together on the other side of the fire pit. The man asked the boy if he had told the other two of his sharing of their experiences at the ranch.

Mike nodded his head. "I told them that I had given you the entire story of what happened to us and being naked and stuff."

"How did they feel about that?"

"Chris was okay with it. He felt you should know about it since you were kind enough to help us. Matt was afraid you would think of us as terrible kids and send us on to Singapore."

"I can understand his feeling. All of you have only known me for a short while. You went through some rough times at the ranch with grown-ups who should have protected and taken care of you. Now you're on an island with another grown-up and you may have some doubts. It's hard right now to trust an adult."

"I trust you, John."

"Thank you, Mike. I appreciate that."

The 12-year-old seemed to think for a few moments before proceeding on. "Can I tell you something John and please don't get upset at me?"

"Of course you can. As for being upset, I could never be that after the courage it took to share with me some unpleasant things done to you."

Mike then blurted out, "That's just it. It wasn't all unpleasant. I liked being naked. Whenever I was in my bedroom alone at home, I took all my clothes off. But I never told Matt or Chris how I felt. Watching the videos at home, I was really curious about what it would feel like doing some of that sex," then pausing, "with a man. I just didn't want to do it with Bruce or Kevin."

All John could say innocently to that was, "Oh?" His suspicions about the boy's sex drive were correct. His time spent viewing child porn had probably given the boy fantasies of what real sex could be like.

"I mean I didn't like being in bed with either of them. I almost felt like I was home seeing those movies on the Internet. I just wondered later how it would have been with either brother had they done something to me. Does that make me bad?"

John smiled. Here was a beautiful 12-year-old boy who had seen numerous boylove videos and visualized being a part of it. It seemed apparent that he had a high sex drive that was waiting to be released. Would he be the first boy willing to live here in a sexual lifestyle with a man?

John closed his eyes and thought for a moment. He knew his next words were going to be very important to how the future relationship with Mike and the others might be. "No Mike, you're not bad. And before you ask, it doesn't prove you're gay either. You're just a 12-year-old horny kid," getting a chuckle from Mike. "And despite the curiosity of what sex would have been like with a man, you felt no attraction to Kevin or Bruce. I'm glad it worked out as it did. Maybe another boy or man, girl or woman will introduce you properly to the world of sex. However it happens, you'll discover new feelings. In the beginning, you may feel ashamed or embarrassed about playing with yourself and jacking off, but it's all part of the normal growing up to adulthood." John leaned his head closer to the boy. "If ever you wanted to go to your bedroom or bathroom and jack off, I wouldn't even give it a second thought."

Mike's eyes widened as he looked at John. He wasn't sure how to interpret what he had just been told. He took a chance to share with the man how he felt while he was living on the ranch. He thought John had gotten aroused earlier in the afternoon when he narrated their time with Mrs. Janice and her sons. He was sure he saw a wet spot on John's cutoffs during one of the times the man tried to hide his erection. John had mentioned that he liked sex and had a collection of sex movies. He also admitted he was a boylover too. What was the man thinking? After living on this island by himself for many months, was he trying to tell him, Chris and Matt, that he wouldn't mind having sex with the three of them? No matter his thoughts, he wondered how to respond to John's proposition that he could go whenever he wanted and jack off. But taking it a step further, if the man wanted to do sex stuff as he saw in the videos, would he say yes?

"We've covered a lot here today," John began looking at Mike. "Between us, we're going to have to decide what your future is going to be. Going forward to Lam Sin is out of the question. Despite how your body feels about sex right now, I doubt in Singapore you would continue to feel the same way. Bruce and Kevin just barely introduced you to sex. What you haven't learned yet could be used as a means of torture and give you a great deal of pain. Yes, Mike, sex when done right can bring the best feelings in the world; done wrong could scar you for life. I don't mean to scare you, but I'm guessing people like Lam Sin seem to enjoy the soft smooth hairless bodies of young boys, like the three of you. You would be there for pleasing 'him'. If you got good feelings at the same time, that's okay. Otherwise, it's too bad. That's not what you're there for. He probably has several boys with him right now. Like a kid, he seems to be looking for new 'toys'. He probably can get all the boys he wants in his country or one of the nearby ones. But white boys, especially three of them, are a rarity. You must also think of this: since he loves young smooth boys, once puberty sets in, where you start changing from a boy to a young man, you may not be as attractive to Lam Sin. He probably would get tired of you and look for a new young boy to replace you. It may be the three of you might have been on your way to replace some boys of his had you reached Singapore. What would you then do or go? You would know too much about Lam Sin and his practices with boys. More than likely, the three of you would disappear."

Mike shivered as he had a good idea of what 'disappear' meant. "Do you mean that all Lam Sin would want to do is… fuck us?" Mike had read and heard enough stories about anal sex to conclude that it could be a very painful experience between a boy and a man if not done slowly and properly. Supposedly, it could also be a great new feeling to add to those already enjoyed, but required a great deal of trust and love to make it as he saw in those videos. John's silence gave Mike the answer he was afraid of as to what their fates would be under Lam Sin.

"On the other hand," the man continued, "you could return to the United States. Odds are the three of you would be split up into different new foster homes as that caseworker told you. But you would finally have a regular life. My concern is how you would be treated before that happens."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sure by now the authorities are investigating what happened to the ranch and the disappearance of you three and Mrs. Janice and her sons. It's probably in the newspapers, on the Internet and, on TV now. If you went back, you would have to tell your story I'm sure more than once. And Chris and Matt would have to also. You would probably be considered sexually abused and have to go through psychological counseling for who knows how long. If Mrs. Janice and her boys were caught, you'd probably have to testify in court and again retell everything that happened, good and bad. And of course, there would be publicity. Even though minors' names are forbidden in court trials, it would somehow leak out being the big case it would be. How will that affect your new life?"

Mike didn't know what to think. Leaving the island, no matter which way they went, did not present an enjoyable prospect. "What if we wanted to stay here with you? Would you want us? What would we have to do?" The last question was thrown out to see if sex was to be part of their future. He sensed John's desire toward him but wanted to know if he was looking at him and his fellow orphans as just sex toys too.

John, though, was encouraged by Mike's request and also sensed the sex issue was being intertwined within the questions. "You'd be welcomed to stay if that's what you want. In all honesty, though, since you were open and shared what happened to you, it's only right that I share mine. So tomorrow, the four of us will sit down and I'll you about myself. I'll give you time to think about it and will respect and help you in whatever decision you make." He and Mike stood up. "I'm going to call it a day and go to bed. When you guys are ready to turn in, make sure you put out the fire." He was then surprised when Mike said goodnight, grabbed a hand of his and, held it for a few seconds.

As the adult disappeared into the dark, both Chris and Matt approached Mike and asked what he and John had talked about. He mentioned the three choices facing them and that they would have to decide what they wanted to do with their future. Since the grown-up knew about their past, he would share his sometime tomorrow. Then he threw out what he suspected of the adult. "I think John wants to have sex with us."

"Does he want us as his sex toys," Chris asked.

"No, I'm sure he doesn't. I believe he wants us to feel good too. He got excited when I told him about what we did with Bruce and Kevin, although all we did was sleep naked with them. He even said he wouldn't mind if I wanted to jack off somewhere. And he told me there were other good feelings we could learn."

Chris thought about it. As a 12-year-old, he too was starting to experience his sexual awakening. He had just learned to jack off and cum about the time he lost his parents. Without admitting it he too, like Mike, enjoyed being naked, but also protested loudly against it. Unfortunately, he naively thought that being naked all day and then, having his private bedroom, he could jack off and that was the extent of being a sex toy. He believed his indenture as a boy slave would be having those same feelings every day. Would he get the same feelings with John? How far did the man want to go? Would he want to do the same acts he saw in the videos? If so, he felt that if sex was to be a part of their new lives on Paradise Island, he would rather chance it here than with Mr. Lam Sin in faraway Singapore.

"I want to listen to John's story first," Chris finally spoke. "Then I can decide if I want to stay here and do any sex with him," getting a nod of the head from Mike.

But it was Matt's reaction that somewhat surprised the other two. "No way!" he shouted. "I hated every minute of the time we were naked at the ranch." His voice started cracking as tears formed. "I'm not going to run around here with no clothes on. My mom and dad told me it was bad for a stranger to touch my private parts. I'm not letting John ever touch me," as the tears rolled down his face and he ran the opposite direction from the house. Mike and Chris called out to him, but the boy didn't stop. They figured Matt would come to the house when he got tired and sleepy. They made sure the fire was out and went back home.

Mike tried to stay awake as long as possible waiting for Matt to join him in bed. He thought his friend would feel more comfortable in the same bed with him instead of Chris. He wasn't planning anything sexual, well maybe a hug. No nudity would be involved. It made the boy think back to a couple of weeks ago at the ranch. As he prepared to step into the shower, he took a look at himself in front of the bathroom mirror. He couldn't ever recall, even when his parents were alive, of staring at himself naked. The tan had made him a little darker, but small spots on his body still showed how light his skin was. He had never given it any thought and his classmates at school never said anything. But now he learned that because of his lighter complexion, he was being sought after for sexual purposes. He then thought about John. He was sure the man was thinking of sex with him. What would he do? Mike thought of the videos and surprisingly found his young cock getting hard. Could he do those acts with a grown man? What about Chris and Matt? If they were to stay and live with John, odds are sex would be a large part of life here. But as he stepped into the shower his final thought was that it would be better to do it with John than with a man like Lam Sin. In bed sleep finally overtook him.

In the other two bedrooms, Chris and John were also asleep, the dog on the bed with the adult. Out on the shore, Matt continued his walk listening to the waves, his mind a jumble of questions about his future. Thankfully a full moon lit the sky making it a little easier walking along the shore. After some thought, he had concluded that none of the three choices available to him were any good.

Chapter Five
Building trust

John felt some movement on his bed and slowly opened his eyes to see his dog quickly jump off. Before he could focus on what caused her to leave, he spotted Mike standing next to his bed. He blinked his eyes several times to make sure the vision he saw was correct. Mike was standing there just in his underwear. John tried not to stare but couldn't help roving over what he could see of this 12-year-old body. The upper torso was smooth with dime size nipples. Even though he had not yet entered into puberty, there was some definition of his pectoral muscles leading into a slightly smaller waist. The thighs and legs were also smooth and muscular. He figured working at the ranch had toned the boy's body. What was also evident was the tan he saw covering Mike's chest and stomach and leading into the waistband of his shorts and continuing from each leg. Like Chris, he must have been outdoors enough at the ranch in the nude to get a full-body tan. He assumed Matt would have the same tan also. John realized that he was staring at the boy's body while not inquiring about his presence.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I didn't mean to stare. What's the matter?"

To the 12-year-old the evidence couldn't be clearer. He had seen the same look in Bruce's and Kevin's eyes. John wanted to do sex stuff with him. Getting serious he spoke. "Matt never came in last night."

"What? What do you mean never came in, from where?"

"After we put out the bonfire, Matt went the other way away from the house."

John's mind wandered to last night's events. The evening had started with a barbeque of steak and baked potatoes along with corn-on-the-cob. Chocolate pudding was the desert and when everyone told him they couldn't eat another bite, they all went to a large fire set up on the edge of the shore. Matt and Chris kept to themselves while he and Mike talked. John thought the discussion of sex, though obliquely, went well. He figured Mike would probably understand what the man was trying to tell him without frightening the lad, especially after admitting earlier that afternoon that he was a boylover. As John returned to the house, he felt a step in that direction had been accomplished, as he sensed no fear or aversion about that topic. He had also told Mike that he would be open and honest about his past and share it with the three of them. John wondered if talks of sex at this early stage, considering the boys had only been on the island two days, would probably be considered pushing it too fast. But with the Kalaukan visit just two weeks away, the ice had to be broken. But what Mike told him next seemed to set a serious setback to getting at least one boy to be open-minded about the idea.

"After you left the fire last night, I told Chris and Matt that I thought you wanted to have sex with us. Matt started crying and got all upset and said he would never do any sex with a grown-up. He hated it at the ranch being naked all the time plus sleeping one night each with Bruce and Kevin. He then ran down along the shore away from the fire. Chris and I went back to the house and I thought Matt would show up pretty soon when he got tired. I guess I fell asleep and when I woke up and looked around the house, I realized he never came back."

Oh God, John thought to himself. Where could the boy have gone? The man's thoughts went to visualizing the boy injured somewhere on an island he was unfamiliar with, especially at night. Although the island wasn't that big, it would take several hours covering the shore and the trails. He looked at Mike.

"Why did you tell Matt and Chris I wanted to have sex with them? I don't recall mentioning their names." Mike then realized that he had made a mistake. He had misunderstood John the entire time the topic of sex was implied. He knew the man was interested in him but thought he was also interested in Chris and Matt. The boy was a little frightened thinking he had made a terrible mess of the situation. John could see the confusion on the boy's face. "I'm sorry Mike. I didn't mean to sound angry. You did nothing wrong. It's my fault. I shouldn't have ever brought up that subject in any way considering what you three went through and were facing. Whatever my feelings or urges were, I was selfish thinking only of myself," as John wrapped the covers around himself and sat upon the edge of the bed.

Mike came over and sat next to John as the man put an arm over his bare shoulder. "No, you were right. No matter what I thought about sex, I should have remembered how frightened Matt was when he was at the ranch. I shouldn't have said anything in front of him. I probably made him more scared than ever before."

John smiled at the boy. "There's no use worrying about what was said last night. Our priority is to find Matt and make sure he's okay. Go wake up Chris and when we're ready, we'll go looking for our lost friend."

Mike got up and headed for Chris's bedroom while John went to the bathroom to shower and dress. When everyone met in the kitchen, it was agreed that breakfast should be first, and then they would search. They would not stop looking, no matter how long it took until they found Matt. After the meal, the three descended the steps to the shore. It was then that John realized how early in the day it was as the sky had yet to shed its last cover of the previous night's darkness. There was still enough light to see and would get brighter quickly.

John then gave instructions. "Okay, you two go in the direction you last saw Matt. Stay on the shore. I'll go in the opposite direction. We'll circle the island and meet on the other side. If we haven't found Matt, then we'll start inland along the trails." Mike and Chris nodded their heads and took off. Taking a deep breath, the man began his walk along the shore.

This wasn't the way he had wanted his association with these three boys to begin. He had dropped several hints to Mike. He may be wrong, but he thought he received some positive signs that the boy was interested in the idea of man/boy sex with John. Despite all three boys being the same age, Mike seemed to be more mature. The time he spent reading, looking at pictures and seeing videos on the Internet amounted to a lot of information and self-examination on the subject of sex. John had barely exchanged a few words with Chris and so far Matt had yet to mutter a sentence to the man of any substance. He knew that Mike was only repeating his conversation with him last night along with some thoughts of his own. Despite how close the three had been the past two months, from when they were first placed together at the ranch, neither Mike nor Chris expected the outburst from their fellow 12-year-old. The pent-up emotions of the past month had finally reached a boiling point and Matt exploded.

A little while later John came upon the lifeboat, still beached where it had landed Saturday morning. He recalled that it was his intention sometime today to move it toward the boat dock and moor it there. Right now, it was like a beacon pointing to anyone looking for the boys that they were here. John's mind churned with the emotions he was currently feeling. He began his life on this island enjoying the peace and solitude accompanied by his dog and native animal life. Troy's weekly deliveries allowed him the occasional contact with another human being. Now here it was, Monday morning, just two days after the boys landed here and one boy had panicked and run off after the idea of sex with an adult was brought up. John would never force Matt into something he didn't want to do. But he wondered what life would be like if Mike and/or Chris consented to a sexual relationship with him while Matt was thoroughly opposed? It could create an awkward situation.

But John just realized something else. There was no groundwork for any emotional attachment. If there were no feelings between each other, then the boys would surely be nothing but sex toys. Love and trust usually come before any sex. Thinking back to the past and another boy, he realized their association was purely sexual. There was ever any emotional involvement. But that was temporary. Today these three boys needed something they haven't had since their parents passed away. It was love. He then recalled telling Mike that today he would be open about his past. He realized this could be the opportunity to let the three know that what occurred in years gone by was based on sex alone, only to find love and trust in the end with Joshua.

A short time later, he came upon the glass bedroom. He wondered if the boy had sought refuge in there last night. He went up the steps leading to the entrance and opened the door. The room was nicely furnished with a king-size bed, a couple of dressers, chairs, a nightstand and lamp, closet, and bathroom. Its use was not intended to be as a regular bedroom, but on those mornings when one wanted to watch the sunrise greet the day. Stepping through the door, John spotted Matt curled up in a fetal position sound asleep on the bed. Not wanting to startle the boy, he softly called his name. Matt jerked awake, blinked his eyes a few times, and then saw the adult by the door. He quickly scooted to the far side of the bed as he looked at John with some fear. "Don't touch me!" he shouted.

"Easy Matt," as John raised both hands to try to reassure the boy. "You didn't come back to the house last night, so Mike, Chris, and I were concerned. I started going one way along the shore and your friends went the opposite. They should be here any minute and I know they'll be happy to see you safe." Matt said nothing but continued to watch the man very closely.

"Matt, Mike told me how you felt when the subject of sex was brought up. After what happened to you at the ranch with Bruce and Kevin, I can understand that you might think I'm just like them, only seeing you as a sex toy. And for the most part, I'm still somewhat of a stranger to you. We've only been together on this island for a couple of days. You know nothing about me and except for your time at the ranch, I know nothing about you. So we still have a lot to learn about each other."

At that moment steps could be heard as Mike and Chris entered the glass bedroom. "There you are!" both boys happen to say at the same time running to the bed and jumping on and sitting next to Matt. "I'm sorry for scaring you last night," Mike was first to say.

"I was just telling Matt that we need to know more about each other so we can learn to trust one another. If we all want to live here together, first we must have that sort of relationship, and that we are who we say we are. I want us to be good friends and hopefully more."

Mike then spoke. "That's right. John wants to tell us today about his life. Remember, he saved us. Let's give him a chance. Chris and I feel we can be happy living on this island with John. We want you to feel the same. This could be our only chance. We can't go forward to Lam Sin. And back home we'd always have to talk about what happened at the ranch to different authorities." Matt acted as though he was going to say something, but instead just continued to look at John.

"Come on Matt," invited the adult. "You must be hungry. There's breakfast waiting for you. Let's go eat and then I'll bore you with my life story."

Chris and Mike reached to Matt and each grabbed a hand. Slowly, they got him up, and with John leading the way, left the glass bedroom and walked along the shore returning to the house. A short time later all were in the kitchen as John fixed a quick breakfast for Matt. The boy was hungry as the meal was quickly consumed. The man realized that when he made his next weekly call for supplies Wednesday, he would have to substantially increase the food quantity with three extra mouths to feed. He worried he would run out of food before Saturday. He wondered how he would justify the increase with Troy. A bigger concern yet was how to explain the Kalaukans to these boys, especially with Matt's fragile attitude about sex. After breakfast and with the boys again offering to clean up the dishes and kitchen, John suggested everyone sit in the living room while he told them about himself.

"My parents came from Europe. I don't know, but maybe sex wasn't supposed to be discussed or talked about within the family. You need to remember that this was in the early days of the Internet and cable TV. All the shows on television were family-oriented. There was never even the slightest hint of sex. So I knew absolutely nothing until I was 12-years-old and in the 6th grade," as John looked at Matt, the 12-year-old boy. "Even not counting your time at the ranch, you three were probably exposed to sex almost everywhere you turned. Boys and girls talk about it freely at school. It's discussed on TV with kids your age and younger. Sex education classes are the norm. Good or bad," as the adult addressed the boy, "you have been exposed to a lot more sex at your age than I was.

"A classmate of mine, named Larry, gave me my first exposure to sex, if you want to call what we did, sex. He talked to me about building a secret clubhouse in the woods near our homes. We found some old lumber, set up walls and a roof and although not big, we were proud of it. Then Larry said we should have an initiation as first members. He suggested we get naked and give each other five swats on the other's bare butt. Of course, this was something new to me. Up to then, I never thought of my body as something to show to others. But I'll never forget that first tingling feeling in my cock by his proposal. We found an old mattress and brought it to our clubhouse. We took off our clothes, lay on that mattress, and gave each other the five swats. To me, a 12-year-old who had never done anything like this in his life, what we did to each other was sex." Mike, Chris, and even Matt smiled.

"As I said a moment ago, today before any kid has his first sexual encounter, he already knows a lot by his exposure to what's put out on the Internet and TV. Believe it or not, what we did that day was the most sex we ever did. We played card games and board games we brought from home, usually naked, with the loser getting swats on the butt. We never touched each other's cock or balls, never used our mouths to kiss or suck. We were ignorant of such pleasures. After a while, Larry and I decided we would try to get others to join our clubhouse. I remember we got another boy from our class to join named Ernest. And we even got a girl to join. Her name was Peggy. Since I knew nothing about girls, she was the first one I ever saw naked and to notice the difference between boys and girls.

"Right after Peggy joined our club, our family moved at the end of the school year. My parents bought a larger house about 30 miles away to accommodate our newborn sister. I was never so miserable in my life. I was enjoying new feelings, even if it was just my cock being hard all the time I was naked. Sometimes after all these years, I wonder what would have happened had the clubhouse continued. Would the four of us, or maybe more, have finally taken the next step and done something that could be classified as a sex act? Summer vacation was upon us, so who knows? Of course, I have no idea what happened to Larry, Ernest, and Peggy after I left.

"After we moved, there were still three months before school was to start and I would meet new classmates. I was missing my old friends terribly. For the first time, I started playing with myself as I thought back to the clubhouse. My cock was giving me better feelings each time I rubbed and played with it and I guess you could say I started having orgasms, even though I couldn't cum yet. Although I had no new friends, I did have an 8-year-old brother. Before we both became teenagers, we were pretty close. When my parents decided I was old enough to take care of my brother while they were away, I talked my brother into taking off his clothes together with me. He hesitated at first, but once I was naked, he joined me. For the next three years, he was my sex partner. He watched me as I entered puberty and saw my cock and balls get bigger, hairs grow down there and some under my arms. One day I took the initiative by using my hands to fondle him and rub his chest, stomach, back, and butt. My brother didn't object as he was getting some good feelings out of it himself. And I was feeling good just because my cock was rock hard. All the time we were naked together on the bed, he just lay there and let me touch and feel him all over. In the beginning, just lying there together with no clothes didn't make what we were doing anything exciting. Again, this was nothing hard-core. I still didn't know anything about sucking, using my mouth, or other methods for sexual enjoyment.

"I met some boys in school that I tried to talk to into messing around with me but never had any luck. I guess I was, as you call them today, too much of a geek. As my brother approached his 12th birthday, he decided he didn't want to be naked with me anymore. There was no real sex being done between us. He got tired of my hands just fondling his nude body. That's when I found myself at night in bed playing with myself even more. All of a sudden I started getting this fantastic feeling inside and came for the first time. Again, even at the age of 16, I knew nothing about sex and had no idea what an orgasm was, the result was cumming and the feeling that came with it. What scared me was this sticky stuff coming out of my cock. At first, as naïve as I was, I thought I had done something to hurt myself. About that time though, I did meet a classmate, named Jeff, who did want to mess around. His parents went bowling every Friday night and left him alone at home. So each week when my parents let me, I would go to his place. But all Jeff and I did was fondling each other and rub against one another keeping each other's cocks hard. Still not knowing that an orgasm was the result of the good feelings between two people, and afraid of cumming on top of Jeff or in his bed, not knowing if that was natural, I would excuse myself, head to the bathroom and finish by jacking off.

"Jeff and I met quite a few times until we graduated from high school and then I spent the next four years in the military. For the first three years, there was no sex in my life. When I first joined, I did spot a fellow serviceman, named Terry. He was a baby-faced guy and I wanted to have sex with him so badly. I tried to talk him into it, but he wasn't interested. I don't recall ever hearing the term homosexual or gay, but now that I was an adult, I guess I was. And although I enjoyed the time spent with Jeff, my happiest memories I would recall was with the clubhouse gang and my little brother. Before the sale of child pornography was outlawed, you could still go down to an underground adult bookstore and find magazines and films about children in sex. I bought everything I could that involved boys."

John paused for a moment, as he looked at the three listeners to see if he could gauge their reactions to what he had shared so far. He thought Mike had a bemused look on his face. In fact, after listening to the adult tell how he went to the bathroom to get off when he was visiting Jeff, Mike figured it was the same thing when he told his story the day before and John made excuses to go to relieve himself. Chris seemed to have the look of curiosity discovering that maybe there was more to sex than even he knew. Matt's face, though, seemed frozen not showing any reaction. John tried to take it as a positive sign that the boy wasn't going to react the same way as he did last night at the bonfire.

"My last year in the military was spent overseas in Madrid, Spain. I had the rank of Sergeant. That rank allowed me to live off base instead of on base in barracks. Apartments were cheap to rent in Madrid and so I rented a small one-bedroom on the third floor. Right from the beginning, I noticed a 12-year-old boy in the downstairs lobby who offered to shine shoes for 25 cents. Being in the military, you always had to have your shoes shined. Several military people lived in that apartment building and took advantage of getting their shoes shined each morning as they walked out the door to the base. So many mornings I would pay this boy a little extra to shine my shoes. He spoke some English and I knew a little Spanish. It didn't take long before I was looking at him as more than a shoeshine boy." Stopping, John looked at the boys and smiled. "You know where this is going, don't you?" The three nodded their heads affirmatively.

"His name was Roberto and he was an orphan. In Spain, they didn't have a foster family system in place. The churches had orphanages for those who had no one else to live with. Almost all the orphaned kids under 13 ended up there, but many would hustle in the streets selling this or that to scratch out a living. I became Roberto's best customer and tried to learn more about him each time he shined my shoes. On a Saturday I went down to the lobby and took a chance and invited him upstairs. Being a weekend, the business was slow for him. Some men only used his shoeshine business once a week. Of course, my invitation made him a little suspicious, but I told him he was welcome to use the shower while I got his clothes cleaned. He accepted, and after he completed his shower, he'd wrap himself in a large towel until his clothes were ready. Between our broken Spanish and English, we exchanged small tidbits of information about each other. Once his clothes were dry, he would dress and leave, despite my offer for him to sleep on the sofa. This went on for three straight Saturday nights. Looking back, I believe he was judging me to see if he could trust me. I'm sure he knew what I was after." John looked at Matt as though saying their situation was the same, but the 12-year-old gave no reaction.

"On the fourth Saturday, he shocked me. He invited me to take a shower with him. This was something I had never done before with anyone, young or old. It only took a few minutes to realize that this street-wise kid knew more about sex than I did being an adult. I could tell he had done this with men before. Roberto told me that when he didn't make enough money during the week, he would hustle for sex. He didn't like it, but it was either that, starve, or end up in one of the orphanages, which he didn't want to go. He surprised me when he revealed that he had spent many nights with other servicemen in our apartment building. I began to realize that boylovers were everywhere, even in the military. With them, he charged for the sex they requested of him. My being a regular shoeshine customer and paying him extra had given him many weeks with enough money to buy food. He was able lately to refuse the sexual advances he had gotten recently. He concluded I wasn't going to be rough or hurt him, so he took a chance to repay me by offering himself sexually. It had been five years since I had such a young sex partner since the days with my brother.

"That night he was the teacher and I was the student. I remember him smiling at me when he realized how little I knew about sex. That was the best night I ever had. He gave me my first ever blowjob and sucked me dry. I, of course, returned the favor. It was the first time I had ever sucked a cock. In the beginning, I wasn't good at it, but Roberto was patient. Each time I was getting better and I could tell by the moaning he would do, as he got ready to cum. He knew just what parts of me to touch lick and suck to make sex wonderful. And I was in heaven as I returned the favor to him. Imagine my surprise and excitement when I discovered the world of fucking. He was the first boy I got to put my cock into his ass. It was a new fantastic feeling. And Roberto loved it when his smaller cock plowed mine. This 12-year-old boy was opening doors in the pleasures of sex I never knew existed." The three boys' seemed to hang on to every word. They reminded John how yesterday he was mesmerized as he became fascinated with listening to what the boys had gone through at the ranch.

"I saw Roberto every morning as he would shine my shoes, but I couldn't wait until Saturday when he'd spend the night with me and we had such wonderful sex. I tried to get him to move in with me, but he wouldn't accept it. After learning how to take care of himself, being independent, he wasn't ready to lose that control. He was just happy with our current weekly sexual relationship. For the next four months, it was the best time of my life since the early days at the clubhouse. I couldn't wait. It was as though I was trying to catch up on all the years I knew nothing about sex. Now I look back to those Saturday evenings as when I first started experiencing what would be called sexual feelings to having Roberto teaching me how to use my mouth, tongue, lips, and hands. I would cum all over him and he would laugh and say it was another excuse to shower together. He taught me how to suck cock, tease the nipples, and to kiss.

"Then one morning he didn't show up at his usual place in the lobby. At first, I panicked thinking I had done something wrong the night he stayed with me, but couldn't think of anything. One day turned into two, three, and then a whole week without seeing him. I asked the other servicemen in the building if they had seen him, but they were just as surprised at his disappearance as I was. I had a car and drove all over the city trying to find him. But Madrid is a huge city with over two million people. The apartment manager told me one possibility was that Roberto got picked up by the police because of his age and placed in one of the orphanages. Having been the manager for many years at that building, he had seen boys come and go. Roberto was just the most recent. I wouldn't accept that. I checked a couple of local orphanages and Roberto wasn't there. I lamented not pushing harder for Roberto to move in with me. Before I ever found him again, my tour in the military was up; I was discharged and sent back home. I was now 22 years old.

"As I settled into my life as a civilian, I thought constantly of Roberto and wondered what happened to him. I relived in my mind over and over again the hours spent with him in bed. He would flip on his stomach, wiggle that ass of his, and invite to slide my cock inside him. I realized after he disappeared that all the times we spent together, I never took a photograph of him. As the years went by, his face kept fading in my memory. So instead my thoughts were occupied fantasizing with the magazines and videos I had. I can't begin to tell you how many times I jacked off looking at them and pretending Roberto was right there with me. Through these magazines and videos, I associated how men enjoyed sex with boys by what Roberto and I did together. Much of what I originally read I had never done before. Otherwise, I kept to myself in my private little world. I never seriously considered having a girlfriend or the idea of getting married. Somehow I just couldn't stop thinking of the ways I enjoyed sex as a boy myself; the clubhouse, my brother, Jeff, and Roberto. My biggest fantasies were to turn back the clock and relive those days of the past. I knew it was illegal to have such relationships with young boys in the United States and that fear kept me from trying anything. The nearest thing to fantasy was when I was 23 years old and coached little league for a couple of seasons just so I could have some hot sexy 11 and 12-year old boys around me. I wondered what it would have been like to get intimately close to any of those boys, but that was the extent of it. I just lived on memories and fantasies.

"Four years ago I met Joshua. He was nine-years-old. His father and I worked at the same company, but his Dad worked the graveyard shift, so he usually was asleep during the day when Joshua was awake. I'll never forget that special day I was visiting him and his mother, which I did regularly, as they were one of the few friends I had. When my visit ended and I said I had to go home and take care of something, Joshua surprised me by asking if he could come and visit. I had never had a kid in my home since Spain and wasn't sure if I should. But Joshua kept asking and his mother gave the okay if it was no bother for me. When he got to my place, he wanted to learn about computers, as his family didn't have one. So I would sit on a chair with him on my lap and show him. This was the first of many visits. I guess you could say we got closer with each get-together. Every time he sat on my lap, I would hold him closer to me, then start rubbing his bare arms and then even slid my hand under his shirt to touch his chest and stomach. Joshua kept telling me how good that felt and how much he liked me. That should have been a warning, but instead, I looked for an opportunity to go further.

"One visit while I was in the kitchen getting a soda for each of us, somehow Joshua came upon a gay web site. I was shocked when I came back and saw what he was viewing. I immediately changed web sites and told him he shouldn't see such things. But I underestimated his curiosity and maturity. He begged me to explain sex and what the men were doing. Again, I ignored that warning sign for not stopping right there. I had already crossed the boundary by reaching under his shirt and rubbing his bare flesh. And yet, here was this cute blond-headed 9-year-old boy wanting me to teach him about sex. And so I did. This time I played the part of Roberto and Joshua was I as the lessons began. I was surprised at how at the very beginning he would get naked like it was no big thing. I remember when I took off my clothes in front of him for the first time he took it so casually, saying he had seen his Dad naked on several occasions and knew what a grown man looked like. He would just come up to me and hug me, my hands roaming down his back and butt. He was a quick learner and found everything I taught him enjoyable, as never was any force used. As the weeks went by he would visit almost every afternoon and all day during the weekends. The moment he walked through the door, he would strip naked and wait for me to get undressed also and to do the sex we both had been enjoying. He never seemed shocked at whatever we tried. I loved it when I sucked his little cock and watch his eyes squeeze shut and his body arched as he went through one of his orgasms. Of course, he was too young to shoot any cum. And he surprised me, even more, when he sucked my cock and would swallow what I shot in his mouth. He was too young to fuck, but I stimulated his ass with my fingers.

"When Joshua's parents saw how well we were getting along, they used that as an excuse to go out weekends together. Joshua's older brother, Donnie, stayed with some friends and Joshua spent the Saturdays and Sundays with me. At first, I took the relationship between him and me as an avenue for satisfying my own sexual needs. I tried thinking of him as Roberto and not as Joshua. Yes, I made him feel good and he was always asking me if it felt good whenever he did something to me. It was like Spain all over again. But I got a surprise one day when he hugged me and said he loved me. I realized that in all the sexual experiences of the past, even in Madrid, love was never a part of it. And here I was naked with this little boy who said he loved me. That's when I grew to love him in return. I honestly believe the sex between us became more enjoyable now that we were pleasing each other out of love, not just to reach orgasm. In the back of my mind I thanked Roberto for what he taught me, and the many wonderful hours we spent together. But it was time to finally close that chapter of my life. Now it belonged to Joshua and included a love relationship also. It was a wonderful period. Most people would find it difficult to believe that a nine-year-old boy understood love. But they would have had to know Joshua. As I said, he was very mature for his age." John then paused. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. The next part was going to be hard. Mike seemed to sense it.

"Something went wrong, didn't it?" the boy asked. He thought he saw tears in the man's eyes.

"Yes Mike, it did. Joshua spent so much time with me over the months that his parents were wondering what he did during all those visits. They seemed satisfied with the explanation that we watched TV, played video games or I would take Joshua out to a movie. Once more, I should have seen the warning signs and cut back on Joshua's visits, but I guess I was blinded by my love for him. To his parents, he never let slip what he and I were doing. Without reminding him, he knew it was a secret just between us. But one day his mother refused a request to come over. She thought he was spending too much time with me and that I needed time alone without a little boy bothering him. Joshua got upset. It was then that he confided in his older brother what had been transpiring between him and me believing his brother would keep his secret. Instead, Donnie informed his parents. My world came crashing down after that. Joshua was confronted with this information, but the little trooper never betrayed me, denying everything. His parents didn't believe him and called the police. I was arrested and charged with sex crimes against a minor. I refused to say anything to the police and Joshua, bless his heart, continued to deny that anything sexual ever happened. I heard later he was threatened and beaten many times for refusing to cooperate; his parents trying to convince him I was evil and took advantage of a sweet young boy. But he never wavered. I was told I was facing at least ten years in prison if this went to trial. I was offered a plea agreement of three years. At first, I was going to refuse. If Joshua kept his silence, there would be no evidence to convict me. But the thought of Joshua being on the witness stand and the prosecutor constantly badgering him to spill what had happened and the possible trauma by that event to him changed my mind. I loved him too much to think about my welfare. I accepted the plea agreement and spent the next three years in prison."

You could have heard a pin drop as there was complete silence in the room. The three boys were becoming captivated by John's story. Mike was becoming more comfortable with his initial instincts in that John was a good man. Chris was thinking of the term 'sex toy'. Roberto had probably been John's sex toy. Maybe, in the beginning, Joshua was just a sex toy too. Later, when the man began to love the boy, it was no longer the case. And that love was proven even more when John picked prison rather than subject Joshua to a public trial. Matt's emotions were jumbled. He wasn't looking at John with the same fear and revulsion as he did last night. But having sex with the adult was something he couldn't yet accept in his mind.

"I lost everything and spent the next three years of my life as an inmate. I tried telling myself that my love for Joshua was worth what I was going through. But staff and other prisoners don't look at you the same way. I was constantly reminded that I was a sick person, a child molester, and the scum of the earth. I had to see psychologists who kept telling me how wrong my actions were. I was forced to take classes to learn how to have adult relationships. By the time I got out of prison, I was starting to believe I was a predator who took advantage of innocent boys. Looking back now, I realize that I was completely brainwashed. Before I had to report to prison, among the few personal items I had saved and stored were all the magazines and videos I told you about. I retrieved them when I was released and burned them all trying to blame them for my fantasies and my eventual acts upon Joshua.

"But my punishment didn't stop there. Everyone in my hometown wouldn't talk to me or help me get my life started again. Some were very cruel saying I didn't deserve any help, that I should go somewhere and just die. I heard that Joshua, now 12-years-old, tried to come and see me after I got released, but his parents kept him on a tight leash. If I had met him, I planned on apologizing for all the bad things I had put him through. I got to the point where I sort of expected the rest of my life to be miserable. Then, by the grace of God or whatever, I held the winning lottery ticket to one of the largest jackpots ever in California history."

Mike's eyes lit up as he interjected, "I think I remember some big news about a man winning a large jackpot. That was you?" John nodded his head, as Mike smiled.

John smiled back. "I didn't want the publicity as I figured everyone would soon know of my past. Instead, by having money, everyone became my friend wanting to borrow some of it." Skipping many details, he concluded his narrative by telling the boys of his desire to get away from the life he was facing back home and to buy his island. "I thought being away from temptation, meaning young boys, I could live here with a clear conscience knowing I wasn't going to harm any other child. I had some pets at the time I went to prison. I tried to give them to good homes. Sadly, when I got out, most were gone. I was able to get back one dog and bring her with me here."

Chris was the first with a question. "So when you came to this island, you felt the same way about sex as you did when you got out of prison?"

"Yes, I did Chris. Somehow, I thought this isolation would push memories of the past so far away that I wouldn't think of them again. Besides that, there were no hot looking young boys on the island with me to remind me of them." The three immediately knew whom he was referring to. "But then after a while, I thought to myself that reliving those memories wasn't bad. Some nights I had dreams of those long-ago days. So at times, I would jack off thinking of those encounters. After all, unlike in the United States, there was no one here to tell me what kind of person I was or what I could or could not do. Having fantasies and dreams was not harmful. I had let my self-esteem, or self-respect hit rock bottom when I got out of prison. I decided not to let my life here be for regretting the past."

"Do you miss Joshua?" were the first words from Matt, surprising everyone there.

"It's hard not to miss him after the price I paid for our relationship and not knowing what his own life has been since I last saw him. It's been almost four years and I wonder, as he became a teenager, if he now looks at what we did as something good or bad. It was very special then in that, I learned to love along with sex. I see in front of me three beautiful boys I would love to go to bed with and share such wonderful sexual feelings. But I also see three boys that I would like to love with my heart if they would give me the chance."

"You make it sound like the only way we get to stay on this island is to have sex with you," from Matt.

"Matt, you're looking at this from a wrong angle. Let's compare last week and today. You spend a month being naked, whether you wanted to or not. Here, you can enjoy each day wearing clothes or not. The choice is yours. You three have nothing to hide from each other. You saw each other nude 24-hours-a-day. If I were to strip naked now, you wouldn't be as shocked as you spent two weeks with a naked Bruce and Kevin. At the ranch, you had the heat and a view of the desert all around you. On Paradise Island, the temperature is steady all year long. You have a beautiful beach and a forest to explore and enjoy. I know your introduction to sex with those brothers was not a good way to learn. They had to rush it because you were due to leave soon for Singapore. Here, we will enjoy sex at whatever pace you feel comfortable with. Although I believe once you start getting these new feelings, you'll want to do a lot more. And after listening to my story, can you understand how excited I am to have three hot-looking boys here? Yes, I want to hold you touch you and enjoy all kinds of sex with each one of you, but within limits you set."

Looking at Matt, the man continued. "Hopefully I've made it clear that I never believe in forcing someone to do anything against their will. If you don't want to have sex with me or Mike or Chris, that is fine. You will still be treated as an equal member of our new family. Whatever each one of you decides, everyone else will accept it. That means whoever wants to have sex, or not have sex, should be respected for their decision. Can everyone agree on that?" All three boys nodded their heads.

John continued. "Wow! We've sure learned a lot about each other in the short time we've been together. Let's go have lunch. Afterward, we need to move the lifeboat off the shore and moor it at the boat dock."

During lunch, John spoke to the three boys. "I don't know if I believe in destiny. Look at me, having the life I had, its ups and downs, and yet ending up here. If you hadn't had a concerned Captain or if your lifeboat had drifted a few miles one way or another, we wouldn't be together today. I don't want you to interpret this wrong, but I believe this island is allowing me to catch up on all the years I was never allowed to share any emotions with young boys. I thought that first chance came a few months ago. But now I believe I've been given more opportunities with the three of you here. You boys can also reflect on what you went through and how fate brought you to this island. Has the four of us been given a new chance, a new life?"

The boys looked at John with confusion. What did he mean by first chance a few months ago? Before they could ask questions, John spoke with a smile. "Tomorrow I will tell you about my life since I've been on this island. If you think my past was amazing, what I share with you after breakfast will knock your socks off!"

Mike's next comments made John realize that the boy was a lot smarter than he looked. "You said you felt bad about sex with boys after you got out of prison and it stayed that way when you bought this island. But now you would enjoy having sex with us. Did something happen that changed your mind?"

"Tomorrow," was all John would say.

John realized that the boys had been presented with quite a story about his sexual background. He hoped his account would show them what type of personality he had. He didn't want them to think they were trading one lifestyle waiting with Lam Sin with a similar one on this island. He had decided before he began his narration not to spend too much time describing daily specific graphical details of the sex between himself, Roberto, and Joshua. His three visitors had not yet consented to accept what he hoped they would want and enjoy while living here. There would be plenty of opportunities to relive those memories in detail to the three boys when the time was appropriate. He decided to excuse himself for a few moments to allow the boys some privacy to talk among themselves. It was Mike who asked the other two what they thought.

Chris responded first. "I don't know. Would being around here naked be any worse than running around naked at the ranch? You know, after a couple of days naked at the ranch, I never really gave it much thought. It didn't even bother me standing with no clothes on in front of Mrs. Janice." Mike nodded his head in agreement. Chris went on. "I remember guys in school telling me that they saw pictures on the Internet wherein Europe entire families go to the beaches naked. Over here we'd have our private beach. And if we have fun in bed with John or with each other, is that a bad thing?"

"So you wouldn't mind having sex with John?" Mike asked.

The 12-year-old shrugged his shoulders. "As long as he doesn't force me to do something that I don't want, I could handle it. I'm sure it would be a lot better than what we might have been forced to do with Bruce and Kevin. They pretended to be nice, but they didn't care about us. And if Roberto and Joshua kept coming back to John for more, it must have felt good."

Mike turned to Matt. "What about you?"

"I don't know," he replied slowly. "I'm confused. I just keep remembering what my parents had told me that sex is bad. And I can't keep forgetting how Bruce and Kevin forced me to be naked and sleep in bed with them."

John walked back into the kitchen at that moment. "I heard those last statements Matt and I can understand how you miss your family and wish to honor them by obeying what they taught you. But they are gone now. You have to start living your own life. Have you ever been told to do one thing and wanted to do something else?" Matt nodded his head. "So even as a young boy you were already exercising your desire to be independent, to do what 'you' want. Most kids don't get to do that until they're 18 years old. Despite your tragedy, you're getting an opportunity to be your own man at the age of twelve. Sure, there are rules and the need for common sense here, but otherwise, you can explore what's really inside you. Once you open up and be yourself, you may be surprised at what you had tried to keep inside for so long.

"Now let's talk about sex. You were told it was wrong and it seemed that was proven to you by the atmosphere of being naked 24-hours-a-day and knowing you were going to a faraway place to be someone else's sex toy. That's how the brothers thought of you at the ranch, future sex toys. Do you know what rape is against a boy?" directing the question to Matt.

The boy felt a little uncomfortable verbally describing what the word meant. "I think it means forcing sex on him against his will."

"That's a good simplified explanation. If a boy's first sex was being raped, do you think he would ever want to do sex with anyone afterward or even imagine it being enjoyable? Right now I believe it isn't your parents' teaching that is holding you back, but the experience at the ranch. You're 12-years-old. Boys think a lot about sex at that age." Matt slowly nodded his head, thinking back to the sights he had seen while his parents were alive.

"Too many boys think of sex with a man as being frightening, painful, humiliating or worse, being called gay. That makes them afraid to try it or be embarrassed if they do something wrong. If a boy learns the pleasures of sex from someone he trusts and knows will be gentle and kind, there's no way he can say he doesn't love it. You heard my story with Roberto and Joshua. No force was ever used and it still stands as the most beautiful sex I've ever enjoyed. And if the two of them were here today, I'd bet anything they would say the same thing.

"Sadly your introduction to sex at the ranch was not the right way to discover its pleasure. You were forced to participate. You were humiliated. You didn't get a chance to try it, to enjoy it slowly at your pace. That doesn't mean sex is bad. It was the way you had to start learning it.

"Look, we've talked enough about sex for one morning. You three have been through more traumatic experiences in the past two months than even most adults in their lifetimes. I believe that your experiences forced you to mature a lot faster than other boys your age. So despite all, we have shared a lot about each other over the past two days, I know you can handle it. You're not innocent little boys anymore. I'm not a pervert trying to twist your mind or trick you into doing something you feel uncomfortable about. I want you to give careful thought about how you want to live on this island." Everyone then finished their lunch and as the dishes were cleaned, John continued. "We need to go and move that lifeboat. I don't want it spotted and be known to anyone that you're here, right?" The boys nodded their heads in agreement.

Chapter Six
Family?

"Okay, one more piece of news to give you. I told you that on Saturdays I get my weekly supplies flown in by helicopter. I call in my week's needs the Wednesday before. So the day after tomorrow I'll have to make my requests. I'll increase the food supply for sure. But I also need to get at least one change of clothing for you. You can't wear what you have on now forever. After dinner, I'll let you look at some clothing catalogs I have. You can pick a few items to start your wardrobe collection for me to order. I'll get exact sizes from you and by this weekend you'll have some new clothes."

The boys were happy to hear that and stated they were looking forward to wearing something different. Although no one was saying anything, John wondered if unconsciously they were associating what they were currently wearing with the ordeal of leaving the ranch to drifting alone in a lifeboat. They were not allowed to pack anything before they left their foster home.

John continued. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to put on a pair of cutoffs and walk barefoot as we go get the lifeboat. How about you, feel the same?"

Chris replied, "We can go barefoot, but we have no cutoffs."

The man walked to a small table, pulled out a pair of scissors from a drawer, and answered, "Why don't we make the pants you're wearing cutoffs?"

The boys agreed to that. John had each boy stand in front of him as he marked off with a piece of chalk where he would cut, just above the knees. He asked each boy to remove their pants while he used the scissors to trim the jeans they were wearing. He was somewhat surprised when even Matt removed his pants without hesitation. Of course, all the boys were still wearing undershorts. Just like his two companions, Matt's legs also revealed the time spent in the sun. Of the three boys, only Chris's lower legs had slightly darker blond fuzz. John guessed the boy was getting closer to entering puberty. It wasn't long before the boys had put on their new cutoff jeans, removed their shoes and socks, and was ready to go.

After John changed into his cutoffs, all four left the house and walked down the steps to the shore. "Mike, Chris, I want you two to go to the lifeboat and wait for me there. Matt, you come with me and we'll get the Bayliner and drive around to where the lifeboat is." Everyone voiced their acknowledgment and the group split in two. John turned to Matt, "Let's go back inside and go out the back door to the boat dock." The boy replied with okay.

At the dock, John helped Matt on board. He watched the 12-year-old carefully to make sure that being back in a watercraft would not elicit any negative reaction, based on his lifeboat experience, as was last night when the subject of sex was brought up. But the boy didn't exhibit anything but curiosity as he observed the adult going through the motions of checking all gauges to ensure the craft was ready to go. After making sure there was a rope to tow the lifeboat, John reached down and grabbed two life jackets, handing one to Matt. The boy froze, not making any movement at taking the life jacket from John's outstretched hand.

"Matt, I know the last time you wore one of these you went through a very bad experience. But this is different now. We're only going a short way off the shore. The island will always be in sight. And I'm right here to make sure nothing will ever happen to you. And God forbid you fell off the boat, this will save your life." John approached the boy and assisted him in putting on the life vest without any resistance. After putting on his life jacket the man announced, "Alright, let's go."

John fired up the 190HP motor, made sure the mooring line was released and stored and, slowly eased his Bayliner Deck Boat out of the dock. He went straight out about 500 feet so that Matt could get a view of the island. The few times John had taken this craft out, he had always stayed within sight of the island. Even though the Bayliner and yacht had the top of the line navigation systems, he wasn't familiar with their usage. He knew if he got into trouble he could use his radio, but so far had found no reason to take more than just joy rides circling the island. In a couple of weeks, though, he was going to make his first real journey away from Paradise Island as he navigated the 25 miles to Kalauka Island.

Matt became more animated as John made a turn and headed in the direction of where the lifeboat was beached. It wasn't long before Matt spotted Chris and Mike and started yelling and waving his arms. The two onshore saw the approaching craft and hollered their greetings in return. John got as close as he could to the shore without beaching the craft itself and killed the motor. Grabbing the rope, he tied one end to the stern, jumped into the water and, threw the remainder of the rope towards the boys on the sand. Mike and Chris quickly went into the water and retrieved their end of the rope. Following the adult's instructions, the two boys got into the lifeboat and found a spot on its stern to tie the rope. Hoping not to get the same reaction as he had from Matt, he instructed Mike and Chris to get into the lifeboat and put on a lifejacket. Fortunately, the older boys seemed to have gotten over their trauma a few days ago. They hopped on board and donned the same life vests they wore when they landed on the island. They yelled they were ready to go. John couldn't help but be aware it was only two days ago when they were in this very craft not sure if they were going to live or die. Yet, at the moment, neither boy acted like they recalled the incident at all. Ah, to be young and resilient.

With the motor fired up again, John slowly eased the throttle forward and pulled the lifeboat out of the sand and into the water. He then instructed the boys to untie the line on the stern and retie it on the bow. With everything secured, the slow leisurely trip to the boat dock began. As in the beginning, John went out about 500 feet before turning landward. The slightly rougher seas caused the lifeboat to bounce more on the waves.

John carefully watched the boys make sure they were all right. Rather than associating that feeling with the lifeboat as the experiences of the past, Mike and Chris just laughed and screamed. Boys have that unique tendency to most times bury unpleasant memories quickly and look for joy ahead.

Everyone was having such a good time that John decided to pass the dock and make a complete circle around the island. He continued to be amazed at the boys' emotional adjustment so soon after their terrifying events.

Soon though, they were approaching the boat dock and John eased the 21' craft to its mooring. Then everyone pulled the rope bringing the lifeboat in and secured it under an overhang that hid it from prying eyes. After removing their life vests, everyone proceeded back to the house. It was still a little early for dinner, so John suggested that the boys entertain themselves however they wanted. He was going to spend some time at the hot springs. There was some ice cream in the freezer if the boys wanted.

When John arrived at the hot springs, he removed his shirt but left his cutoffs on. After being naked so much when alone, he decided not to be caught as such while the boys were contemplating their future living situation. He hadn't told the three visitors about being nude during most of his residency on the island to date. If he stood naked in front of them, they would see that he also had a tan from head to toe, as he discovered the boys had also.

The formation of the hot springs in eons past included a couple of jutting rocks underneath the water that made perfect seats. As John sat down, the water reached his waist. It was a shallow hot spring, only about two-and-a-half feet deep. It was somewhat circular the widest part being only 10 feet across, just perfect for a small group. In essence, it was more like a hot tub or Jacuzzi. When he first stepped into the warm water several months ago, he wasn't sure if the bottom rock floor would be too hot or if vents were spouting hot steam. But neither was the case and John concluded the heat must come from very far below so that by the time it warmed the water on top, the temperature was just right.

The man closed his eyes and thought about the revelations everyone had shared about each other. A more perfect set of opportunities couldn't have presented themselves. Coming to this island to live like a monk, purging all the evil inclinations of being sexually involved with a boy had reversed itself. He was sure that the three boys would soon enjoy the life of love and sexuality. John knew that this was a different situation from years past. These boys would depend on him. How they emerged from their teenage years into adulthood would surely be influenced by how their experiences on this island evolved. If they grew up thinking that sex was all there was to life, their futures would be bleak. A path had to be set for their imminent adulthood.

It had been four years since he had enjoyed the soft tender flesh of a young boy the day Aukai first visited his island. The revelation by the native boy that the Kalaukan people believed in a lifestyle that involved a lot of inter-gender sexuality allowed John to realize how great it was to be a 100% boylover. But he had only seen the native boy in brief, less than 24 hours monthly visits when he came to Paradise Island. Twenty-five miles back and forth was quite a distance, even for the accompanying warriors who paddled the small canoe. But he had grown close to the native boy and as the two learned more about each other, he was even starting to feel a closer attachment. Now he had three beautiful boys on his island to possibly love and hopefully enjoy a sexual relationship with. How was that going to affect his connection with Aukai? It was too many questions right now to answer. The warm soothing water caused John's eyes to slowly close. How long he was dozing he didn't know when he heard footsteps approaching the hot springs. Looking up, he saw Chris standing at the edge.

"I thought you were with Mike and Matt?"

"They wanted to go back to the beach. Mike wanted to talk to Matt alone about our future. I decided to find you."

"Well come on in. I think you'll like it here. I try to come here as often as I can. It's one of my favorite spots on the island. John realized that Chris could see that he wasn't wearing any shirt and was probably wondering about the rest. He stood up. "Don't worry Chris. I'm still wearing some pants." The boy smiled, took off his shirt, and stepped into the pool of warm water that continued to emit some steam.

"I wasn't scared that you might be naked," the 12-year-old spoke more to assure himself.

"You being scared is the last thought on my mind. After what you've been through, I'm thinking more of a boy with a lot of courage." John noticed the boy was pondering a question he wanted to ask. "Go ahead and ask whatever's on your mind. If we're going to be family, we need to be open and honest with each other."

Family! That was the second time today that John had spoken of all four of them together as a family. "Can we be a family?" Chris asked.

"Why can't we be? I'm aware it's going to be an adjustment after losing your parents and what happened at the ranch. As for myself, I guess being alone after Joshua had made me forget what love is like. Up until I met him, I just wanted to relive the past when I was a boy. But it took another boy's love to make me realize that it was more than just sex. If I hadn't loved Joshua, I know I wouldn't have made the sacrifice to go to prison rather than fight the charges against me. And as I told you earlier, for a moment I forgot about that when I first saw the three of you and viewed your arrival at first as my new sex toys. I was selfish in my thoughts thinking Lam Sin's loss was my gain. But I believe, as we grow closer, we'll have more feelings toward each other. Then sex will be an extension of those feelings and more enjoyable for everyone. And that's how we'll be a family."

Chris nodded his head in understanding. Then for the next hour, the talk was of sports, favorite teams and players. Chris told John how he enjoyed sports and even played on a little league team. John thought for a brief moment about the two years when he coached 11 and 12-year-old boys. Chris shared some information on his parents and how they worked hard every day. His father was hoping that his mother could soon stop working and add another child to the family. About 6 months ago his mother and father were invited to fly with some friends of theirs who owned a small plane to Las Vegas for a weekend. Chris was left with a babysitter. When the weekend ended and the small craft took off from the airport, the engine caught fire and the plane crashed killing all aboard. After the funeral, it was discovered that his parents were very deep in debt. No relatives could be located or for some reason couldn't take the orphaned boy in. There was nothing left for Chris and therefore he was placed in the foster system. He lived with one family for about four months before they decided they wanted to retire and move overseas. His next placement was at the ranch.

"Thanks for sharing that Chris. I know it wasn't easy reliving those events. Nothing will ever replace your real family, but maybe the four of us will be the next best thing." The boy nodded his head as John continued. "I think we're wrinkled enough. Let's get back to the house," as he threw Chris one of the towels he had brought with him. Despite what the man had said moments earlier about love preceding sex, he couldn't help but admire the boy as he stood up, got out of the hot springs, and began to dry himself off. The water has caused the nipples to shrink to tiny little points on the boy's chest and John thought how sexy they looked. The cutoffs had clung to his midriff so that the outline of Chris' cock and balls could almost be made out.

Chris could sense that John was admiring him, so he shocked him with the question, "Do you think I'm sexy?" an unusual question coming from a preteen boy.

John was caught off guard and for a moment and couldn't answer. Chris laughed at the man's momentary embarrassment. "That's okay. I think you're sexy though." Again it was a strange comment coming from a boy. There must be more to the boy's background that was yet to be shared.

Recovering, John responded, "Thank you Chris, and yes, I do think you're sexy."

"You don't have any hair under your arms," the boy observed.

This was moving fast. "No, I shave what few I have there." Taking a chance he went a step further. "I also shave my pubic hairs. Even though I'm an adult, I always wanted to think of myself as a young boy from my old days, so I keep myself hairless as much as possible."

"Cool," as the boy raised his arms showing his armpits. "I'm hairless all over too, although I guess I'll be growing some soon." Only extreme willpower prevented the adult from challenging the boy to show him that he was indeed hairless all over.

Once again, noticing the slightly darker blond hairs on his lower legs, John replied, "You know you're a tease. But yes, you'll be showing signs soon of changing from a boy to a handsome teenager."

Abruptly, the conversation ended as the two turned toward the house. Upon entering, they found Mike and Matt on John's computer playing some video games. Mike, having computer and Internet experience, had figured how to access a game. The man went to the kitchen to fix dinner. This time the three boys offered to help prepare the meal. As they ate, Chris mentioned his enjoyment at the hot springs, but left out and said nothing of the sexually-themed exchange he had with John.

Later, the boys wanted to watch a video from John's collection. He reminded them that first, they had to look at the clothing catalogs to get some idea what new clothes they wanted. This allowed the man to seclude himself on the porch with pad and paper to determine what essentials to order for the larger family the next time he spoke to Troy on Wednesday. The time passed quickly and before John knew it Mike had come to the porch and handed the man the clothing list the boys had prepared.

"Chris and Matt are going to take the two bedrooms. Can I sleep with you?"

Caught by surprise, all John could mumble was, "Sure, I'd like that very much," wondering what the boy had in mind. "How was your conversation with Matt?"

"I think he's more scared than anything else. His parents laid it on him about how bad sex was. If he doesn't join us, will he be making it difficult for the rest of us?"

"Matt is still thinking negatively. It's an extension of his parents' death, being in a foster system with no real family left and then being subjected to what all of you went through at the ranch. We have to turn him around so he can see the positive side of life here. He'll have a new family, a man that will care and love him. In essence, he'll have two new brothers who'll look after him. He'll be living on a beautiful private island. And when the last barrier to sex comes down, he'll discover a more fascinating world than anything he experienced with Bruce and Kevin."

"I hope so. Chris and I decided not to push him and let him change his mind at his own pace."

"Good thinking Mike."

After he showered and waited for Mike, John fed his dog. She had made herself scarce, still not accepting the new intruders. As he reached down and scratched her head, he told her, "I don't mean to ignore you, girl. It's just been hectic these past three days."

John sat on the edge of his bed as he waited for Mike. He decided to wear boxer shorts. He wasn't sure if Mike sleeping with him was going to produce anything sexually, but didn't want to imply sex by greeting him naked. He tried to keep his thoughts in neutral to not get hard and show an obvious erection when the boy walked in the door. He got a pleasant surprise when Mike entered just wearing briefs also. Although the most interesting parts were covered, seeing the rest of the boy's body was an erotic sight as it was earlier that morning. It was hard to believe this lad was as handsome as he was. His package outlined in his briefs showed a probable three-inch cock and balls that could be seen hanging in its sack. Mike quickly hopped on the bed and got under the covers lying on his back. Lacing his fingers across the top of his head gave John another set of hairless armpits to drool over when the time became right. Playing it by ear, John turned off the lights in the bedroom, and soon it was plunged into darkness. Gradually the lights from the stars outside could be seen through the half-opened window and a soft sea breeze flowed in. The man could smell the shampoo and soap the boy used and resisted the urge to turn and start running his hands over the boy's smooth body. Instead, he lay on his back, but with his arms by his side.

"John?" Mike broke the silence.

"What is it, Mike?"

"Do you want to do sex with me?"

No beating around the bush, straight to the point. "As you had guessed earlier, I am a boylover. And I have a very beautiful boy on my island. And it's been a long time since I sexually enjoyed such a boy. And yes, when you're ready, I'd love to share some sexy time with you. And don't worry," John said with a grin, "I won't fuck you the first night?"

The boy turned to face John and lightly hit him on the shoulder. "No, I didn't mean that." Getting serious and looking at John, he continued, "I know men like to stick their cocks inside a boy's ass. I saw the pictures and videos on the Internet at home and the ones I saw at the ranch. And I trust you now that when you do it to me, you'll take it slow and easy. I can be your Roberto."

"No Mike, if and when that happens you'll be my Mike. And the same goes for the others. I'm hoping you're not feeling that sex is all I see and want from you. Sex is an extension of love. It's very personal. You'll care enough about me to want to share those sexual feelings. You can love with your heart. And you can love in sex. The videos you've always seen are actors. They are doing what they were told to do. Lam Sin could be behind the scene directing the show. But did you ever see real love with the sex between man and boy? You give yourself willingly. You want your partner to enjoy you because you know it makes him happy. Not because you know it's going to happen when he tells you too. Fate has made it so that the three of you landed on my island. You're not prisoners. I won't threaten you and you can leave whenever you want.

"You are special Mike. You have your feelings. Coming to this island has awoken something within you that normally wouldn't happen to the average 12-year-old. Your upbringing would be different. It's the same with Chris and Matt. If the three of you had met on the streets, sex would not be a subject you'd be discussing among yourselves. Here, it is different. That means you can adjust to a new way of life. You have a choice. At the ranch, you were just a sexual object being prepared for someone else's pleasure and they wanted to exploit that. I want to know what's inside of you too," as he gently poked his finger on the boy's bare chest. John looked at the boy's face and could tell he was contemplating another question. "What else is on your mind?"

"If Chris, Matt, and I live here with you and only have sex between the four of us, does that mean we're going to grow up gay?"

John thought carefully how to respond to this. "Have you had sex with a girl?"

The boy shook his head no. "I messed around with a friend I knew several years ago. Some of the girls thought of me as a cute little brother. But I've been curious how it would be with a girl. Would I ever get that chance if I live here?"

"Is it that important to experience sex with a girl?"

Mike gave another shake of the head. "I guess not. I was just wondering."

"Don't let the title 'gay' lock you into one sexual lifestyle. In the U.S., I would be classified as a pedophile. I let that bother me for many years. But today it doesn't mean a thing to me. I do what I want because I enjoy it. Hopefully, whoever else is enjoying sex with me is experiencing the same good feelings. None of us know what the future holds for us. I don't want to make you into a gay person or something else. Over time I know you will have the opportunity to enjoy sex with girls and maybe other men. I also bet you, Chris and Matt will find different parts of sex more enjoyable to each of you than other parts. It's what you find pleasure with that determines the type of sex you desire, not whether what you do is classified as gay or not."

Abruptly, Mike turned his back toward John and said goodnight. It surprised the man but figured the boy was tired and had already assimilated a lot of information today. John knew that tomorrow when he told them about the Kalaukans, they would be in for a surprise. Whether it moved things forward sexually or created a new roadblock was unknown. He scooted his back as close to Mike without touching. As he was about to fall asleep, he felt Mike turn and press himself against the man's back and drape his right arm over his chest. John could feel the boy's now hardened cock pressing against his lower back. He grabbed Mike's hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Smiling, he fell asleep. Better a half-naked boy in bed with him than none at all.

Chapter Seven
The Kalaukans

A slight stirring beside him woke John up. He felt Mike turn over to lie on his right side, his arm no longer over the man's upper torso. He lay perfectly still as he thought about the half-naked boy sharing the bed with him. He then realized that the last boy who spent the night in bed with him was Joshua, four years ago when his parents went on a couple of weekend trips. His memories went back even further as he thought of those Saturday evenings with Roberto over in Madrid. With Joshua, he knew he was taking a huge risk with what he was doing with the 9-year-old boy. But the small smooth naked lad pressed against his body made him throw all caution to the wind. John didn't think about the future and consequences. His lust for the boy overrode all sensibilities.

John got out of the military at the age of 22. For the next two years, he tried to live a normal quiet life as a civilian. From his military training, he was able to obtain a halfway decent paying job. He had a home on a half-acre of land. Stray cats and dogs would show up and he ended up adopting them and looking after all those that showed up. A year before going to prison he burned all his videos and magazines. He did not need to find sexual excitement over images of naked young boys. And anyhow child pornography had been outlawed and the penalties for possession were severe. Despite that, the Internet continued to evolve and everything imaginable was available to view. So although John would dream back to those days as a child and later his time with Roberto, it was not something that could get him in trouble. Or could it?

The temptation was in the form of the 9-year-old Joshua. After two years of abstinence from any type of sexual contact with boys, here stood a little angel. As mentioned before, the man ignored all the warning signs as he slowly gained the boy's trust as simple touching evolved to fondling to the final step of the two being naked together and sharing sexual acts.

The thought disappeared totally from John about repercussions from what he was doing. How could something so wonderful be so bad? And even though Joshua was nine, he was experiencing new feelings from his youthful body. He loved it, wanted more, and at the same time desired to return the favor to his adult friend. And although John could give the boy all the oral pleasures he desired, the one memory that came back to him was the anal intercourse with Roberto, the feeling of his hard cock being squeezed by the boy's ass muscles. Whenever Joshua lay on his stomach, John couldn't help but squeeze and massage those small ass cheeks and spread them open to view the tiny pink pucker. Despite his lust, he knew he couldn't enter such a tiny orifice without seriously hurting the boy. So with Joshua giggling beneath him, he would rub his cock between those soft boy buns until he shot his load all over those fleshy globes. For his part, Joshua laughed as he felt John's cream coat his bottom and seep between his cheeks. As a poor substitute that the boy seemed to enjoy, the man would slide his small pinkie finger to the first knuckle inside the boy. John knew by the boy's reaction that when he got older, in another two or three years, he would give up his anal virginity gladly to John's 6" cock. All those happy encounters came to a grinding halt when the police came to his door.

Now, four years later, a beautiful 12-year-old boy from the island of Kalauka greeted him. John was still getting over how quickly the boy, who spoke perfect English, told of his village's sexual lifestyle and thought John would enjoy coming to his island and seeing for himself. Somehow he knew the man was a boylover and would enjoy the freedom of sex that was available

The boy's cock could be sucked, and John did his best to bring the same intense pleasure as he had received. He commented on the boy's shaft as being circumcised, assuming many semi-isolated island tribes did not perform such actions. Aukai answered that all the boys and men in the village were cut and that it had been a custom for many generations. Currently, John's curiosity also extended to his new arrivals as he wondered if they were cut or uncut.

If you read enough boylover stories, the old cliché about there's no greater sensation than sucking a preteen cock is true. Being able to not only fit an entire three to four-inch cock in your mouth but also those smooth hairless hanging balls to play with your tongue is an inescapable delight. It was the same with Roberto and Joshua and now with Aukai. John was sure Aukai's cock had been suck many, many times and, wasn't sure if his efforts were coming close to the feelings he was used to in the past. But the boy's closed eyes and clenched fists were indications enough that the native boy was on an erotic pleasure wave. Aukai's body soon arched up as John felt, surprisingly, several small squirts of preteen cum shoot into his mouth. Aukai, whether being polite or not, told him that was the best sucking on his cock he had ever experienced.

Aukai's coconut brown skin made the youth look even sexier to John. The boy commented on John's tan and told him he looked like one of the Kalaukan men of his island. The man's hand seem to spend a lot of time on the lad's ass cheeks and was amazed that even after spending a lifetime naked in the outdoors, that his skin was still so soft like any other boy the same age who wore clothing all the time. Aukai explained that they had an oil made from native plants that they spread over themselves that helped prevent the skin from drying and cracking. Aukai then surprised John again by stating that although he couldn't allow the grown-up's cock in him until after the 'Rite of Manhood' ceremony, it was permissible to insert no more than one finger and John was welcome to try. So with a little lube, John used it to lubricate his middle finger and slowly slide it within the tight brown opening to his second knuckle as he heard Aukai moan with the feelings he was receiving. John didn't want to hurt the boy by trying to push his finger inside any further, so he stopped at that point.

Aukai apologized for not letting John have the ultimate pleasure of putting his man cock inside his ass, but the man said he understood, and respected, the traditions of their island. As the evening wore on, Aukai told John about their island history and their love of nudity and sex. Aukai also revealed that his father was Haoa, the chief elder of the Kalaukans. He explained that the 'Rite of Manhood' was when the boy lost his anal virginity to a grown man's cock, usually, the father, although the boy was entitled to pick whomever he wanted for that honor and pleasure.

When it was discovered that a new man was living on this island, and from various earlier reports, he was usually walking around in the nude, Aukai begged his father to allow him to go with four other men in their canoe to check it out. It took a lot of persuasion due to the previous experiences of being chased away by gunshots. When the canoe approached the island, John wasn't sure whether to run back to the house and prepare for an attack or stay where he stood and hope friendliness and curiosity were their intentions. As he was usually nude during his walks, he did return to the house and put on a shirt and pants before greeting his visitors. Seeing a boy in the canoe decided it for the man to stay on the beach as he hoped to bring a child along usually wasn't the intent of people wanting to harm.

That first visit by Aukai was just a short one as they were instructed to return to their native island before sunset. Aukai came almost exactly every 28 days for the next two months during the full moon, as John learned they wanted to travel during a full moon in case it got past sunset.

"Lovemaking". Although the sex between him and the boy might be called that, there were never any words of love and affection between them. It seemed both were happy just with the sex they enjoyed between themselves. The purposes were just to please and be pleased. With the three new boys now in his home and the probability of them staying and sex eventually occurring, John was now thinking above the level of just lust and sex, realizing that the orphaned boys had no family now to love. But Aukai had family and therefore didn't seem to need the emotional attachment of love to the sexual interludes between the two of them. John figured the native boy just enjoyed the fact of having sex with someone not of his island.

The last visit two weeks ago brought a pleasant surprise to John. Aukai had requested his father to allow John to come to visit the island and partake in their natural nude tradition. Not only that, but Aukai also wanted John to be the man to take his anal virginity at the 'Rite of Manhood' ceremony. John couldn't believe what was being offered. Here was a chance to see firsthand the lifestyle of a people who believe in wearing no clothes and freely participating in sex among themselves with very little restrictions. For the past three months, he had fantasized and jacked off to the desire of wanting to fuck the lad. He wondered what other beautiful boys resided on Kalauka Island. Before the invitation, he figured he would have to wait until Aukai went through the ceremony and then he would have access to that still tight boy pussy. But now he was being given the ultimate prize of the first adult to fuck this beautiful boy. All he could do when asked was to gently kiss the boy and say yes, he would be honored. He was supposed to arrive the following month (four weeks hence) to stay the night, with the ceremony Friday morning, the point of the full moon, and when normally the boy would have made the next overnight trip to Paradise Island. It was because of this special invitation that John wondered if maybe love was developing between him and the boy. He tried to not get carried away. He recalled the anal sex between Roberto and himself. Never was love a factor. For man and boy, it was just the treasure of pure lust.

Now, as he lay in bed hearing Mike's soft breathing next to him, Tuesday was about to dawn with 9 days left until he was supposed to travel to Kalauka Island. Here, the talk of sex was growing, and although the boys didn't seem to be backing away from the topic, neither were they ripping their clothes off wanting to go to bed with him either. Later he would introduce the Kalaukan tribe to the three in describing their traditions and lifestyles. How would they react to being surrounded by more talk of sex, especially if John was going to visit and participate in their open sexuality? Would they feel pressured to offer themselves to him before they felt comfortable about it?

Right now, the best course of action would seem to be to go alone and leave the boys on the island. He was sure they could take care of themselves for a couple of days. But in his deviant little mind, John also wanted to see these three boys naked among the Kalaukan children and enjoying sex the way it was meant to be, open and unafraid. But the invitation to the island was only for him. Aukai wasn't aware of his recent castaways. Even if he convinced the boys to go along and be ready to have some fun sex, would it be proper to bring uninvited guests? John's mind tumbled with these memories and questions as he slowly felt himself falling back asleep.

He woke up to the sound of pots, pans, and dishes rattling from the kitchen as well as the smell of bacon. He turned to see that Mike was no longer in the bed with him. He got up, rubbed his eyes, and tried to focus. He then recalled the memories he relived and the challenges confronting him when telling his houseguests about the Kalaukan people. He slowly got out of bed, went to shower and then dressed in a tropical colored shirt and cutoffs and prepared to greet the boys.

Entering the dining room, John was greeted by good mornings from the three youths. All had already started eating their breakfast, but Mike quickly got up, went into the kitchen, and came back with a platter of food for the adult.

"Thank you, Mike. How long have all of you been up?"

"About an hour," was the reply from the boy.

"Well, I appreciate you preparing breakfast. You're going to spoil me."

"Mrs. Janice did most of the cooking at the ranch. But sometimes she would let us help. She made long aprons to cover us while we watched her prepare the meals. And sometimes she lets us cook something."

"It's such a contrast to have a woman, especially a mother, have one personality and her sons a different one," John wondered out loud.

"I think if it wasn't for her, we would have had it worse. Who knows what Bruce and Kevin would have done to us," put in Mike.

John agreed. "She probably reminded her boys who were paying for you and not to go against Lam Sin's instructions. I hope you're seeing here that it's very different."

Chris and Matt looked at Mike who slightly nodded his head. "We figured that since you invited us to stay here and make Paradise Island our home, we should start in return by taking on some chores. I guess that was one of the positives of having lived at the ranch and helping out."

John was glad he hadn't gotten three lazy boys who saw this paradise as a means of just fun with no accountability to be concerned with. "That's very grown-up and very responsible for the three of you. With me alone, there hasn't been that much to do. I make some outside checks to ensure the electric batteries are fully charged; the desalinization plant is running all right and just a general check around the island. Most of the work would probably be keeping this house clean and organized."

"We'll help you with that," piped in Chris.

"You know guys, I would hope that you would think of wanting to help not as repayment for staying here, but because you want 'your' home to be clean and functional. If that's how you feel, I'll draw up a lot of chores or responsibilities to be divided between the three of you. It will rotate every week so that you won't feel you're stuck with the same chores all the time."

There was quiet for a moment as what was suggested sank in. Mike got up from his chair and came to John. Putting both arms around the man's neck, he whispered in a low voice, "Thank you, John."

Chris then repeated what Mike had done also wrapping his arms around John's neck and expressing his thanks, realizing he now had a real home again. Then he and Mike looked at Matt as though asking him what he was waiting for.

"Don't rush him guys," John said.

After a few moments, the boy got up and also stated his thanks in the same manner as the other two. He also whispered he would do whatever the man wanted him to. John grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back.

"No!" he stated emphatically. "I didn't make that offer with any strings attached. I told you yesterday that any sex will be because you want it, not because you feel an obligation to repay me for staying here." Then John found himself saying something he hadn't talked about with another boy since Joshua. "I was hoping that over time a bond would develop between us. Like I said earlier, I started to realize with Joshua that love could be a part of a sexual relationship too. I hope the same love grows between us, whether sex is part of that love or not. I'd like the word family to describe the four of us." Letting go of Matt, the man got up and announced he was going to feed his dog. He told the boys that afterward, he was going for a quick walk around the island, and when he returned he would share another major revelation with them. The boys followed him to the porch several minutes later and watched as he and his dog started their walk along the shore.

Turning to his companions, Mike wondered aloud, "I wonder what new secret he's going to tell us?"

"Probably has to do with sex," Matt replied sourly, not realizing how close to the truth he was.

"Did you do anything in bed with John last night?" Chris asked.

"No, I didn't," Mike answered. "I kind of wanted to but didn't know how to start. Remember the nights we spent with Bruce and Kevin? We just laid in the same bed, but never touched each other. I didn't know if I should do the same with John. So I just put an arm around him before I fell asleep."

"Are you ready to have sex with him?" was Chris' next question.

"I think John would make it a fun thing and do his best to give us great feelings. And I believe him when he said he wouldn't force us to do something we don't want to. And maybe the best way to forget what we had to do with Bruce and Kevin is to have good memories with John."

"I know John wants to have sex with me," Chris smiled.

"Oh," was Mike's reaction. "How did you know?"

"The way he looked at me the entire time we were in the hot springs together," recalled the 12-year-old. "He told me he shaved his pubic area and kept his body hair-free. I raised my arms to show him I hadn't grown any hair there yet and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head."

"You were teasing him, weren't you? You want the chance to go to bed and have sex with him, don't you?" was Mike's question.

"I think it would be fun. But like you, I don't know how to approach John and start. It would be easier if he called us to his bedroom and kind of showed us what to do."

"Well, I know John got turned on by my relating to him about our life at the ranch, especially when we were naked all the time and the night we spent with Bruce and Kevin," Mike revealed.

"How?" by Matt.

"He kept squirming and twisting in his chair trying to hide his hard-on from me," Mike replied with a grin. "He probably thinks I didn't notice, but I did. And twice he excused himself to go to the bathroom, the second time with a big wet spot on his crotch. He came back wearing a different pair of pants."

"Really?" again from Matt.

Mike nodded his head. "I bet right now John's wondering if he will ever have sex with us."

The boy wasn't too far off from his assumption. As the adult strolled along the shore, he juggled with two sets of thoughts. First, the best way to explain the Kalaukans, and second if there was anything else he could say or do to relieve any further anxiety or doubts in regards to a sexual atmosphere at home. He felt he had been as open and honest with them as he could. He thought if anything, he should try to relate to the boys in a more emotional context and let sex take its course. He felt optimistic that soon he would have the three lovely boys to enjoy to his heart's content. If he wasn't such a damn horny boylover, he probably could control his lust more. But it was just driving him crazy to have such beautiful boys, right here on his private island. No wonder this Lam Sin couldn't wait to get his hands on them. Probably more so after he saw the pictures taken of them. As for the Kalaukan problem, again he decided that being open and honest was the best approach.

As he finished his circular walk around the island, the boys were waiting for him at the bottom of the steps. "Enjoy your walk?" Mike asked.

"Yes, I did. Helped clear my head and prepare for what I have to tell you," as everyone climbed the stairs to the porch. John then asked, "Does anyone know what day it is?"

"It's Tuesday, isn't it?" Matt answered for everyone.

Yes, it's Tuesday, but what month and day?"

A few seconds went by before Chris shouted, "July 4^th, the 4^th of July!"

"That's right! And even though we may not be living in America to celebrate the holiday doesn't mean we can't here."

The boys gave the man a quizzical look.

"Last week I order a case of fireworks. I was going to celebrate on the shore with a bonfire going. But I thought there are now four of us to set them off."

"Wow!" "Really!" "Great!" were the responses that came from the three.

"So tonight we'll light up the bonfire and also light up the skies!"

The boys grew excited about the idea of a fireworks show they would participate in later this evening. Then John told everyone to go into the living room, as he was ready to share with them another revelation of his life.

After everyone was settled, John began by explaining that many islands were either owned privately or had indigenous, or original inhabitants living on them. One such island was about 25 miles away called Kalauka Island. "For the longest time, my island here wasn't inhabited. The Kalaukans would paddle here for coconuts and fish when their food supply grew low.

"The man from whom I bought this island from built everything you see here about 10 years ago. I haven't added anything to it. But he wanted his privacy and discouraged anyone who came by who wasn't invited"

"Was he a drug dealer?" asked Chris.

"I don't know Chris. I never met the man and never found anything here in the nearly year I've lived on this island that anything illegal was going on. Anyhow, if anyone approached the island he didn't want, the man would scare them off with his rifle, sometimes firing it in the air So for a long time the Kalaukans stayed away and also couldn't pick coconuts or ply their fishing nets here. Over time, the Kalaukans found out that the original owner had moved away and a new resident now lived on this island."

"You," Matt pointed his finger at John.

"That's right. So they sent out, what you could call scouts, to see what kind of person now resided on this island. In other words, they spied on me for several weeks and at the time I never knew it."

"How did you find out?" came from Matt.

"Hold on, you're getting ahead of me. One day while I was out walking, a canoe approached with four men and a boy. The boy, named Aukai, spoke English. He told me of their spying and how they decided I wasn't a dangerous person and took a chance by coming over."

"Did the news of the spying upset you," asked Mike.

"Not that they were spying on me, but the fact that more than likely I was strolling along the shore stark naked while they were watching." The boys chuckled.

"You walk outside with no clothes on?" Chris asked, maybe with a little bit too much excitement in his voice.

"Why not? I live by myself. This is a beautiful island. And although no boy was living with me, I felt the nearest thing to remember the sex of the past was to shed my clothes and live naked as much as possible. It was a little chilly the morning you landed here so I just happened to be wearing clothes. I was glad for that thinking what a shock it would have been to approach you naked."

"We were naked for almost a month before we left the ranch," Matt said softly.

"Yes, I know. Mike told me. Being naked is nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. It's under what circumstances were you naked that's important. Now let me get back to my story.

"But as you'll see in a minute, it was walking in the nude that prompted the Kalaukans to let the island chief's son paddle over here. Aukai was his name and the son of the chief Haoa." John took a deep breath. "For the Kalaukan people live in a society where they are naked as much as possible and have sex with each other as much they want." There, he got that out.

John had expected some sort of reaction upon that revelation, but the boys were strangely quiet, as though waiting for the story to continue. He went on to explain how they believe the body was a beautiful thing and although sometimes it needs to be covered, whenever possible, it should stay unclothed. And along with that was the attitude that sex also was a wonderful thing to be enjoyed starting at the earliest possible age and throughout life.

"You mean boys with girls?" asked Chris.

"Any combination Chris. Boys/boys; girls/girls; boys/girls; young with old."

Mike, Chris, and Matt seemed to take a moment to let the enormity of what was revealed to them sink in. An entire island where everyone young and old, boy or girl, went around naked all day long. Not only that but had sex with whomever they wanted regardless of age or gender.

"The Kalaukans have very few rules in regards to sex," continued the adult. "So you can see there are lots of ways to have fun without feeling embarrassed or forced into anything."

It was Mike who was wondering where this was leading? Why tell them about an island where sex goes on all day long unless somehow it was to let them know how life here could be on Paradise Island. Or was it something else? But he said nothing out loud. The man's next revelation sheds a different light on the matter.

John then told them of Aukai's disrobing of his sarong and inviting him to have sex with him. This got the attention of the boys. He didn't go into details but was honest in saying he liked it and learned a lot about the Kalaukan people during the boy's overnight visits.

"Visits? How many?" asked Matt.

"Aukai's been here three times. He came about every 30 days and on the second and third visits stayed overnight. We had sex inside this house in my bedroom."

"And you're telling us this because it's time for Aukai to come visit again?" Mike wondered aloud.

"Not quite," as John twisted his face as though dreading what he was about to say next. "I told you that the Kalaukans had very few rules in regards to sex. One of the few rules is that a boy cannot have anal sex with anyone older than him until he's 12-years-old and passes the 'Rite of Manhood' test. Now before you ask, I'll explain it. That's when the man of the boy's choosing has anal sex with him for the first time. It's like taking his cherry or his virginity. Remember you said Bruce wouldn't fuck you because he said your virginity was being saved for Lam Sin? Well, this is somewhat the same thing." John took a deep breath and announced, "And I've been asked to participate in the ceremony coming up in 9 days. I'm leaving for their island a week from Thursday."

John waited for the reaction. It was Chris, smart as a whip, who put two and two together. "Let me guess. Aukai is 12-years-old and he's asked you to 'pop his cherry'." All John could do was nod his head. If he thought that outspoken statement surprised him, Mike's next comment floored him.

Looking at Matt and Chris, then to John, Mike concluded, "So I guess you would love to have the 'Rite of Manhood' ceremony on us and pop our cherries?"

John looked at Mike and couldn't tell if the boy was being serious or taking this whole losing the virginity subject with a wry bit of humor. Matt's expression didn't change, but Chris thought it was funny and starting laughing. John seemed to stumble trying to find an appropriate response. "This ceremony with Aukai was made long before you arrived here. And I didn't share this with you to exert some pressure on you to have sex and allow me such pleasure."

"Pleasure?" echoed Mike and now John knew the boy was playing with him.

"Look, guys," John began maybe acting too serious, "boylovers like myself, who enjoy sex with boys like you, most times look forward to the ultimate act of pleasure or love by having anal sex with the boy. If the boy is too young or there is some other reason, then of course it isn't done under the no forcing clause."

"Relax John," smiled Mike. "We're not upset," looking at Chris and Matt. Chris shook his head and even Matt agreed with the slight shaking of his own. "We're not that dumb. Maybe we don't have much experience, but we read and heard enough about men fucking boys as part of the sex they have. As for me and I found out with Chris, what we saw in the videos the nights we spent with the brothers wasn't something we weren't aware of. I'm positive sooner or later we'll all be having sex with each other as part of our new family relationship." Mike paused and then made the next statement that stunned not only John but also the other two boys. "And I look forward to you popping 'my' cherry."

It was deadly silence for several seconds before John looked as if he was about to speak. But Mike again cut in before he could. "I wanted to do something last night when I was in bed with you but didn't know how to start and what you wanted me to do."

It took a moment for John to gather his thoughts before he could reply to such bold announcements. "Thank you, Mike. It's strange because I felt the same way. With what you had gone through at the ranch and also in the lifeboat, I wasn't sure if I tried anything that your reaction would be if you were ready. I didn't want to stretch your desire to come to bed with me as an invitation to sex. But I'm glad you feel more comfortable about it. As for 'popping your anal cherry', I know that it will be done so that both of us get the best sensations possible out of that act of love." John then extended his arms inviting Mike for a hug. The youth quickly responded and for a few moments were embraced, their heads on each other's shoulders.

Chris then got up and added another surprise by walking up to John and saying, "Don't forget about me. I want to be a member of the cherry popping group."

John just smiled and replied, "Come here you", and soon it was a three-way hug. Matt didn't say anything, but quietly got up and walked around behind the grown-up's chair and hugged him from behind. Although the 12-year-old didn't make any commitment about anal sex or sex of any kind, John was glad the boy wanted to be a member of a new family.

It was a few moments before Mike unwrapped his arm from John and stared at his face. "Are you crying?" he asked. The other boys quickly released their hugs to look at the man.

John wiped his eyes and sniffed, "I guess I was. Sorry. It was just a reaction to knowing that we care about each other now, especially so soon after meeting for the first time."

"Isn't that called love?" Mike clued in.

"You're right Mike. Maybe sex is going to be part of our lifestyle, but I now feel that love will be an even bigger part."

Then Chris brought up the question that John had tumbled through in his mind about the three boys and his upcoming visit to Kalauka Island. "Can we go with you next week and see these people ourselves?"

Once more, John had to think carefully about how to phrase his answer. "As I told you, the invitation was made for me as I was the only one on this island that the Kalaukans were aware of. I would have to ask permission of Haoa, the village elder. With nine days to go, I don't know if it's possible." Pausing, he then asked, "And if it were possible to extend the invitation to include you, would you be willing for two days to be naked the entire time?"

"We were naked for four weeks at the ranch," Chris reminded the adult.

"True, but were you surrounded by dozens of full-grown naked men and women? How about teenage boys and girls and even younger? If their belief is a sexual lifestyle, are you willing to have sex with anyone, any age, any time?" John paused again before continuing. "I hoped to have our sexual lifestyle here on this island pretty established before telling you about the Kalaukans and possibly having you meet. This probably sounds silly to you or possibly a little bit jealous, but I didn't want my very first vision of you naked to be surrounded by a group of other naked people."

"I'm not sure 'I' want to go," finally spoke Matt.

"That's fine Matt. Maybe if there is a future invitation to come again, you'll feel more like taking the trip." Looking back at Mike and Chris, John continued. "Let me think of a way to contact Chief Haoa about bringing you two along. Then the grown-up smiled what could be described as a wicked grin as he concluded, "Well, I just can't take two young Paradise Island boys who are inexperienced in sex to an island where everyone else has had years of practice, can I?"

Both boys smiled knowing exactly what the man meant. "If you think you're ready, we'll start our first lessons tonight after we set off the fireworks." Mike and Chris eagerly agreed.

With that long revelation and conversation over with, John instructed the boys to do like they did Sunday night and gather the firewood for the fire, but not to light it as it was a couple of hours yet to the next mealtime. Then he began thinking of how to get the boys invited to Kalauka Island.

Outside, the three boys were searching for wood and having a conversation among themselves. It was Matt who commented on Mike's and Chris' desire to go what he called 'all the way' with John. "You're going to let John stick his dick in your butt? I remember Bruce and Kevin's cocks looking so big and afraid they would try to stick it in me and how badly it would hurt. And I'm sure John's cock is the same size."

"That's because none of us had ever had anything stuck in there before," Mike tried to explain. "I read the first time usually hurts, but can be very little pain if the man is slow and gentle. Afterward, it doesn't hurt at all and you look forward to it."

Matt then asked Mike the next question. "Have you done a lot of sex before?"

"Not really," as the boy paused to reflect. "I messed around with a couple of friends when I was 10 or 11. We just grabbed at each other's cocks and that was it. I heard about sucking but couldn't get them to try it. As I got older, nobody wanted to do anything with me. I played with myself, but that was it. At the ranch was the first time I did anything like sex being naked all the time and sleeping in the same bed with a grown man. I didn't like being pushed into it, but I got used to what we were doing."

Chris then took over as he stooped over to pick up another branch for the fire. "My secret was that I always wanted to try sex, but was afraid to ask someone. If I had asked the wrong person, my life could have been really bad. At first, when John starting talking about sex, all I could think of was the way I had to behave at the ranch. It wasn't the idea of being naked all the time. Like you Mike, I got used to it. It was just I wasn't asked and forced to do it. But in the three days we've been here I've grown to like John and trust him. He's done it with boys before. And look at the price he paid to protect Joshua. So I'm willing to do whatever he wants to make him feel good, as I knew he'd make me feel good too."

Chris looked at his friend. "Matt, instead of thinking of all the bad things about our time at the ranch, try to think of the good feelings you'll get with John. Yeah, having his cock in your ass probably sounds very painful and not the way you want to learn about sex. But think of the good feelings you'll get. He told us a lot about how Joshua enjoyed being naked with him." Matt slowly nodded his head. He had to admit that John's character was no way near that of the brothers. Maybe being naked here and doing sex would be fun and exciting.

"So give John a chance to show you that all parts of sex can be good. We're in a new home. We can forget about the ranch and what happened there. We can make our own decisions. I don't think it's too much to give back to John some fun he wants to have with us," concluded Chris.

Mike then stepped in. "I don't know about you two, but I'm hoping to go with John to Kalauka Island. I'm getting hard thinking about running around naked with other boys and even girls," as he pointed to the tenting in his pants. Both Chris and Matt chuckled at the sight. "What do you say, Matt? Will you try?"

The 12-year-old thought about it for a while as they continued their search for firewood. Maybe his parents were right about men doing bad things to boys. But that was back then in the city where such men could be lurking around any corner. Here on this island lived one man he wanted to trust completely. Mike and Chris seemed so relaxed about anal sex and were even looking forward to their first time. He knew deep inside that despite his fears of pain, John would be very gentle and not force anything if he didn't want it. And he had to admit to himself, while trying to command his cock not to get hard, that the idea of being naked not only here on this island with his two friends and John, but on Kalauka Island among other children did hold a sense of excitement. He looked at Mike and Chris and with a smile told them he would go ahead and have sex with the adult when the man wanted him. But he had one concern.

"What's that?" both Mike and Chris asked simultaneously.

"If we just do sex stuff with John and each other while we live here, will we grow up and be gay?"

Mike vigorously shook his head. "John explained to me that what we do is just a normal part of growing up. We don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed of the sex we'll enjoy. And anyhow," Mike was thinking for himself, "who's going to call us gay?" Chris and Matt realized how true that statement was. "So are you still with us Matt?" The 12-year-old smiled and nodded his head.

"Great!" Mike and Chris said at the same time. Mike then added, "Although we've only known each other and been together just a couple of months, I feel like we're real brothers, something none of us had before as we were the only child living with our parents. I want to think of John as a big brother taking care of us. I think he wants to love us and that we can love him in return." Chris and Matt both agreed. Then the three giggled as they started talking dirty about sex.

Chapter Eight
4th of July

John could only think of one long-shot possibility to get a message to Chief Haoa about bringing the boys along. He had been trying hard to concentrate on that issue while at the same time fantasizing about the forthcoming first-time sex with Mike and Chris. In the now four days they had been here, he was constantly imagining about the enjoyment of their soft smooth hairless bodies. And although he always knew with Joshua, due to his age, that he couldn't fuck him, the memories of his cock inside the tight hole of Roberto were always there reminding him of those fantastic feelings. And now he had on this island with him, three boys old enough to slide his pole inside their velvet-lined rear entrances. And all were virgins! He had gone crazy during Akai's visits when admiring the boy's brown entrance, and knowing at the same time he couldn't satisfy the urge to enjoy the tightness of that beckoning site. When he was invited to be the first to slide his cock inside the native boy, John was constantly looking at the calendar wishing the days would hurry by faster.

Now here lay the possibility of all the sex he could want every day. He quickly told himself that it didn't diminish the forthcoming excitement of taking Aukai's anal cherry, but now he wouldn't have to wait weeks in-between visits to partake of that pleasure again. Although he had been looking at the native boy with lustful eyes, he now remembered that a new emotion permeated the relationship between him and Mike, Chris, and Matt. He was now responsible for them. They were about to share a life. An emotional bond had been started. Though sex may play a major part in their lives, the love among them was even more important.

The porch door banged open and the three boys came in. Mike announced that there was a big pile of wood ready for that night's fire. Then he told John that Matt had something important to tell him. John looked at the 12-year-old and anxiously waited for what the beautiful boy had to say.

The boy was silent for several seconds as he seemed to have trouble starting to say what he wanted, Mike and Chris, one of either side of him, poked him in the ribs to encourage him to begin. "I'm sorry I acted so scared about sex. My parents were always lecturing me into believing sex was wrong and that if I weren't careful, someone could do something bad to me sexually or maybe even worse. Although I wasn't hurt at the ranch, being forced to be naked all the time and sleep in the same bed with Bruce and Kevin made me feel my parents were right all along. I know that this isn't the case here. You're kind and want to love us. I know sex is different between men and boys than men and women. Boys have a special place where sex is involved with a man. I've always known that and the thought of it happening to me scared me to death. But I know you'll take it easy on me and make me feel good like I want to make you feel."

"Geez, Matt, I told you to just tell John he could pop your cherry, not make an hour-long speech," Mike stated with exasperation.

"It wasn't an hour-long," Matt shot back.

John cut in, "Now hold there. Mike, Matt was only trying to say what he felt. Some people can make a speech with a few words; others need to say a little more. What matters most, " as John walked up to Matt and wrapped his arms around him, causing the boy to do the same, "is that he wants to trust me in showing him that sex, along with love, will be a beautiful thing. And he's allowing me the ultimate prize in that trust. Thank you, Matt."

"Now tomorrow, as I give Troy all the information about the clothing you want, it will be obvious that he'll know I have three boys currently on the island with me. There's no way of hiding that fact. And either tomorrow or Saturday when he sees you for the first time, I'll tell him everything about you. Troy is not much older than you. He's 18 years old. He runs a business he inherited from his father. He travels from island to island delivering and picking up whatever is needed. He helped me in getting this island. Without him I might not be here today and who knows what you would have found landing on a deserted island. He's young, but I trust him completely. So the first thing I want to assure you is that whatever I share with him, I know he'll keep it a secret. The one thing I won't share with him is the sex the four of us will be doing together. He doesn't need to know that, only that I'm currently taking care of three young castaways.

I brought Troy's name up because I believe he knows about Kalauka Island. Whether he knows all their secrets are unknown. But I'm going to use him to pass a request to the Chief Elder of the island, Aukai's father, to allow me to bring the three of you with me when I go there next week."

The boys grew excited asking each other what it would be like to spend two days naked with other kids and adults of all ages and if any of them would want to have sex with them. Some of the questions they asked of the adult, but he reminded them that this would be his first trip also. Except for what Aukai told him and he shared with the boys, he knew nothing else. The realization was just hitting John after Matt's acceptance speech, that during the several days he would make love to three lovely boys and have the honor of breaking the barrier to their boy pussies with his cock.

As dinnertime approached, every one helped to prepare the meal. As they ate, John noticed that this was the most chatter he had heard yet from the three boys as all tried to share their ideas of what was to happen over the next few days. He was mostly a listener, still trying to absorb the reality of his current situation. Although he would never trade the sexual memories of the past, he certainly had no idea four years ago that this would be his life today. Going to prison and the short time of freedom afterward before winning the lottery had depressed him greatly. He felt guilt more than anything else after three years of brainwashing behind bars and the humiliation from people back home. His biggest concern was Joshua. He wondered if he had done any psychological damage to the boy. How had he fared these past four years? What's his outlook on sex today? Did his relationship with John change his personality? Was he still the same bubbly 9-year-old he remembered who told the man many times he loved him or has the past four years, now that he's 13-years-old, changed? Is he blaming, or even hating, John for what happened? These questions tortured his mind. And although it appeared he was today on the verge of fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of having all the sex he wanted, he still felt an attachment to the past and Joshua.

"Earth to John!" he heard Mike call.

Snapping back to the present, he smiled and mumbled, "Sorry was thinking about something else. Everyone eats their fill?" All said they were full. Chris told the adult that he and Matt would clean up and that John and Mike should start the fire and they would soon join them.

"Sounds like a plan," acknowledged John as he and Mike left the house and walked the short distance along the shore to where the wood had been stacked in preparation to being lit. The two hardly exchanged a word as they placed some of the wood within the circle's boundaries of large stones that John had placed when he lit up his first bonfire. Mike asked if he could start the fire, so the man gave him the matches and watch as the 16-year-old got a few small branches together, got them lit and, tucked them under the larger pile of wood. In a few moments, the fire was roaring away.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" inquired the grown-up.

"When my parents were alive, they let me light the fireplace we had at home during the cold nights."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up sad memories."

"That's alright. I loved them and miss them. But today I have a new family that I know I will love very much too."

"Mike, are you feeling alright about the forthcoming sex, not only with me but possibly on Kalauka Island?"

The preteen looked at the adult. "Hey I maybe only 12, but I'm not a kid," he replied with a smile. Half closing his eyes he continued. "When my parents bought me a laptop, they didn't know that I already knew about websites that showed sex with kids and grownups. Almost every day I'd watch some video or look at pictures of mainly men and boys. So when Bruce and Keven took pictures of me I had this crazy thought that mine would be on the Internet for everyone to see me naked. But probably Lam Sin is the only one looking at them. I never told Chris or Matt my feelings. Being naked at the ranch didn't bother me inside. But I wanted to act like Matt and Chris and complain a lot about what we were doing. When we had to spend the night with each brother, I thought they were going to do some sex stuff on me.

John's mind was digesting what he had just heard and a particular question came to mind. "Mike, you don't have to answer this if you don't want, but did you want to do sex stuff with either Chris, Matt, or both?"

The boy was quiet for several seconds. Then he slowly nodded his head. "Every night before I fell asleep I thought of what it would be like having one or the other in bed with me and what we would do in sex. On the freighter, since we had locking cabins between us, I almost asked Chris if he wanted to mess around. I knew how Matt felt so we wouldn't let him know what we did. But before I got the courage the fire broke out and then we were placed in the lifeboat."

John remained silent as he knew this may be the only time the boy would share such a personal part of his life. But after a while, he spoke up. "So based on what you've told me, you were a horny kid just waiting for the right opportunity to live your sexual fantasies."

Mike couldn't help but laugh. "I guess so. The only thing I was afraid of was the being gay part and you helped me explain that."

"Hopefully soon the three of you may be on the verge of being naked again like you were before. How do you feel about that?"

Mike leaned close to the adult. "I can't wait. No more pretending. We can do what we want whenever we want. Isn't that what you said?"

"That's the freedom you'll have here. I want the three of you to enjoy the pleasures our bodies were meant to enjoy."

"What about you John? How do you feel knowing you can have sex with us?"

John smiled. "Ever since the three of you landed on my island, I've been trying hard not to grab one of you, rip off your clothes and take you to bed with me." Mike had a long laugh. Being serious, the man continued, "I think you behaved beautifully during your time at the ranch. Your first instincts were to continue to think the worst and put up a wall or barrier. Being suspicious was the right approach to a stranger. And regardless of what you thought, or desired of sex, by behaving like Chris and Matt, you gave them a feeling of support."

"But that didn't last long," Mike concluded. "After seeing how you were reacting to my story and what you said about sex, I felt better and thought maybe here I can be and do what I want. "

John replied. "That's the way I want each of you guys to feel. There's no barrier to what you want to try to experiment as long as no one is forced to do it. For me I know I'll be happy here and can catch up on all the sex I've missed the past four years," as the boy came to John and once again hugged him. This time the man used one hand to slowly rub up and down over the shirt along the boy's back. As he was getting ready to rub over the ass cheeks of the preteen, a shout came out of the semi-darkness.

"Hey," Chris shouted as he and Matt approached the fire. "What's with the new hugging?"

"Nothing," as Mike pushed himself away from John. As opposed to Sunday when Chris and Matt sat on one side of the fire and John and Mike on the other, this time they were on the same side forming a semi-circle. Mike and Chris sat on either side of the adult with Matt besides Chris.

Small talk was heard amidst the loud crackling of the fire. John pointed to the skies to show them the many stars and few constellations he knew. This was the first time the boys had studied the skies since their arrival and couldn't believe the number of pinpoint lights that could be seen. Some laughing also occurred and the atmosphere was open, happy, and relaxed a major change from two days earlier at the same spot.

John asked the boys if they ever gave thought to why the Sea Queen captain put them on a lifeboat.

"There was an explosion or fire," answered Mike. "I guess he wanted to make sure we were safe."

"Then why didn't he put a crewman in the boat with you? How were you supposed to get back to the ship?"

There was silence, as the three boys couldn't think of an answer. Chris asked John why he thought this was important.

"Mike, you mentioned a comment the captain made when he was in your cabin that he didn't mind hauling weapons or drugs, but that child slaves were going too far or something like that." The boy nodded his head. Continuing, the man speculated, "Maybe he was trying to rescue you from going to Lam Sin."

"What makes you say that?" wondered Matt.

"The lack of a crewman in your lifeboat and that the Sea Queen never called in any emergency. While you were asleep that first afternoon, I checked over the radio and no ship reported any problems."

"Does that mean the Sea Queen never had an explosion; that the captain purposely started some fire or distraction just to get us off the ship?" Mike asked.

"I don't know Mike. It was just a mystery I was trying to unravel. Don't worry about it," concluded John.

Although he didn't say anymore out loud, John knew that by now the Sea Queen would have arrived in Singapore. What was Lam Sin's reaction to not finding the boys onboard? And how was the captain explaining their disappearance?

Shortly afterward, John went and got the fireworks from the boat dock shed and brought it to the bonfire. The boys were eager to shoot off the various pyrotechnics. Aerials were consisting of the roman candles, repeaters, and reloaders. For about an hour fire lit the sky as everyone laughed and had fun. A better fireworks show couldn't have been enjoyed anywhere else. Any thoughts of the Sea Queen and that mystery were soon forgotten.

As it grew time to call it a night, John decided now was the moment to make his next announcement. "Since the three of you have graciously allowed me to join you for sex, I believe it should be one at a time. I know both you Mike and Chris offered yourselves at the same time. But I want to do this first special moment privately so that we can learn and enjoy each other to the fullest. I'll take Mike tonight. Tomorrow night I'll share the bed with Chris and Thursday night will sleep with Matt." John thought there might be an objection, especially from Chris, but the boys nodded their heads in acceptance.

The fire was put out and everyone headed back to the house. Chris and Matt talked among themselves and then Chris turned to John and announced that he and Matt were going to sleep together that night. John replied it was a great idea. Two of the bedrooms had queen size beds with a king-size belonging in the master bedroom.

As Matt and Chris showered first, John and Mike sat in the living room not saying a word, both thinking about that day's events and more importantly what was to happen shortly. Some might call it simply sex between a man and a boy. But in reality, it was a bridge between the man and Mike, and later Chris and Matt would cross that would redefine their relationship. An intimate and personal connection was about to be forged. Matt came out of the bathroom first, wrapped in his large bath towel, and said goodnight. Mike then went in next.

"Goodnight John," caused the adult the look in the direction of the voice. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, as Chris stood just outside the bathroom door naked, not even wrapped in the bath towel! "You like what you see," as he spun around, his four-inch cock lifting itself from his ball sack.

"You're a tease. You know that, don't you?" The boy was hearing that for the second time.

"Just giving you a free peak before tomorrow," laughed the 12-year-old.

John thought of Mike and his comments about wanting to have been some sex with Chris while they were on the freighter. "Go to bed," as John admired what he saw in the muscular chest of the boy, the small nipples, and the hairless cock. The semi-darkness of the hallway made it hard to see details, but he had seen enough to know he looked forward to ravishing that preteen body in bed tomorrow. Chris disappeared down the hallway to the bedroom he was sharing with Matt

When Mike yelled from the bathroom he was finished, John got up and proceeded to the shower. Despite not touching himself except for washing, his cock remained stiff and hard the entire time he was wet. Even when he dried himself off, he tried to calm down so that it wasn't so obvious when he walked into his bedroom and Mike would see the tent poking from beneath the bath towel. It was no use. Like in the past when he excitedly waited for Roberto and recently Aukai, his raging erection was hard and ready and a dead giveaway to what he was looking forward to.

"Oh well," as John thought to himself. "At least Mike will know I'm excited and ready the moment I walk into the bedroom," as he opens the door and entered inside.

Chapter Nine
Popping The Cherry

The first thing John noticed as he entered his bedroom was that only one light was on. His king-sized bed had a nightstand on either side with a small lamp on each. Both lamps could either be operated by a light switch on the wall or manually turning an individual lamp on or off. The one lamp on the side of the bed where Mike was lying was off giving the room a softer glow. The usual cool summer sea breeze floated across the bedroom. John thought he saw Mike shivering under the covers and assumed the boy was either naked or wearing the same underwear as when he first saw the semi-nude boy yesterday morning.

"Are you cold? I can close the window."

Mike shook his head. "I'm fine, just a little nervous I guess."

"Hey, you don't have to do anything you don't want. Maybe offering yourself earlier today sounded like a good idea, but now that it's time to go through with it, you may be having second thoughts."

"I'm afraid I'll just do something wrong and you won't like me and not want me to stay."

John walked over to the side of the bed Mike was lying in and sat on its edge. The man was still wearing the towel around his waist, but his erection seemed to have softened for the moment. "You're afraid? It's me who's nervous. I want to make you happy so that you'll be glad you ended up here and that your wish is to stay as long as possible."

"But you've done it with other boys! Although I spent a night each with Bruce and Kevin, it was more like a sleep-in than any sex."

John replied, "From what I understand, it wasn't meant to be anything sexual. Bruce and Kevin were trying to get the closest to what they could do to you sexually by at least having you sleep naked with them. And yes, I have had sex with two other boys since I became an adult I've told you about, but each was different. Do you think it would have been different if you had to do the same sex acts with Bruce, then the same with Kevin." Mike thought about it for a moment and slowly shook his head. "So even if you performed the same acts, you would have probably reacted differently. I don't expect Chris or Matt to enjoy sex the same way as you might. Each of you will like some parts of it more than others. That's the beauty of it. We learn and try to make it the best for all persons involved. The human body, young or old, has plenty of pleasure spots"

"I'm sorry I don't have much experience," Mike began. "I guess I should know a lot more. I certainly saw plenty on my laptop."

Trying not to laugh, but instead putting on a face of sternness, the man in a low voice told the lad, "Well, in that case, I don't do sex with inexperienced 12-year-old boys!" For a moment, Mike thought John was serious until the adult couldn't keep his composure and broke up laughing. Catching on, the boy broke up and started laughing too.

"Remember you asked me outright if I was a boylover?" getting an affirmative nod of the head. "Well, here I am, 28 years old, loving sex since I was twelve and my entire adult experience consists of a few weekends with the shoeshine boy and maybe four weeks with a 9-year-old. And for that little bit, I spent three years in prison. For a man that loved having sex with young boys, that's not much of a track record and it shows how poorly I handled it with Joshua. But," John added with that same lecherous smile, "with three new boys, I plan on catching up."

Mike started laughing. "I'll help you and I know Chris and Matt will too."

John got up and walked to his side of the bed and removed his towel, allowing the boy his first glimpse at the naked man. "Chris said you told him you shaved all your pubic hair. Do you like the feeling?"

"Yes, I do. It's more psychological than anything else. It just makes me feel like a little boy. I can pretend I'm like you, someone whose hormones haven't kicked in yet." As soon as he said that, he regretted it as he saw the look on the boy's face. Getting on top of the covers and resting on one elbow, he looked at the Mike. "I'm sorry, that was the wrong thing to say. I know you look forward to being a teenager and your body reflecting those changes. But that's up to you Mike. Most boys take the growth of body hair as a sign of emergence into manhood. Although from what I've seen on the Internet lately, more and more are keeping their bodies shaved and smooth."

"Well, maybe I'm not in a rush now to grow hair anywhere. Seeing you with no hair makes me understand you don't have to have underarm or pubic hair to be grown up. Maybe I'll keep mine shaved if anything grows there." The boy paused for a moment. "With just the four of us, there's no need to have secrets or cover ourselves up. And of course, we know you like hairless boys."

"What made you say that?"

"The story of your life you shared with us; the clubhouse, your brother, Roberto, Joshua, and even Aukai, all too young yet to grow any body hair."

"There are some men who like boys who are in their early teens that have started to change. Being a teenager makes them a little more mature, possibly adapting to a man/boy sexual relationship a little easier. Their bodies haven't made the complete change into adulthood yet. They have a small bush and sometimes haven't yet grown any underarm hair. Some men like prepubescent boys, that is smooth and hairless boys who haven't started the change into manhood. And that would include me. Does that worry you any Mike? Many other people would call me a sick individual. I was certainly labeled that for a long time."

"You're not sick. You're a wonderful man who's given us a safe place to stay and to love us. I've seen man/boy photos on the Internet before. I couldn't understand it at first, but being here with you, I see you as a big brother type to us. And whatever we do, I know we'll enjoy over and over."

"Well thank you, Mike, for that. But I can't be a dirty old man quite yet with you."

"Why?"

"Why? I haven't ravished your body yet." The man said laughing, then grabbing the blanket covering the teen and throwing it on the floor. Mike's first instinct was to use his hands to cover his cock and balls, but after a short burst of laughing from both, the preteen removed his hands and instead laid them on the pillow on either side of his head exposing his underarms. He then spread his legs about a foot apart and gave John a complete view of his naked form and submission to be explored as the man wanted.

John took several moments to admire the nude form of the boy lying next to him. If it wasn't for the fact that it was Mike, the naked boy could have easily been Roberto from Madrid. He was showing some signs of losing the last of any so-called baby fat and displaying the beginnings of some muscular definition, especially around the abdomen. It was probably from working at the ranch. The muscles of his thighs and calves were a little more predominant. He was closer to Chris's defined muscles. The 'package', still hard, was a beautiful 3½" [9 cm] circumcised cock; its helmet perfectly formed, the ball sack, although at the moment snuggled close to his body, showed its contents of two marble-sized beauties within. All in all, an attractive sight to behold.

Mike didn't say a word but looked at the man and his now hard penis. "Does your cock get any bigger John?"

"No, I never graduated from the 'it's the size that matters' class." Then the man got above Mike and had his cock lay on top of the boy's, their first physical contact. Mike took a sharp breath as he felt the man's body inches above his, their raging hard cocks touching. John's was just a couple inches longer than the teen. "See, we're about the right size for each other. When I entered puberty mine got a little bigger around, but didn't grow much longer."

It was the 'bigger around' part that concerned the boy as he wondered how it was going to fit inside his tight ass when the time came. "How big will mine get?" he wondered out loud.

"Only time will tell. You're perfect now and I know you'll be perfect whatever the result will be," said John as he returned to lying next to Mike. He leaned over and placed a small kiss on the lad's forehead while one hand caressed his cheeks and outlined the edges of the nose and mouth. He brought his lips close to the boy's lips and gently touched them. Mike didn't immediately respond, but then got the message and gave a small kiss back.

John continued with his exploration of the beautiful 12-year-old as he ran his hands along the neck and the outstretched arms. He could smell the body powder the boy had used and it enhanced the eroticism of fondling such a beautiful form. The underarms were flawless, as John gave each a slight lick causing the boy to slightly shiver and, John thought he heard a low moan. He continued licking there until he left each armpit wet from his saliva.

He then changed positions by getting up and straddling the boy's legs. Using both hands, he lightly rubbed the chest and soft area of the abdomen. Then he paused to play with each nipple. Bending over, his tongue flicked the tips of each causing them to get hard. By now Mike's eyes had closed and John felt the slight squirming as each sensation to his body caused him to react. He placed his lips on one nipple, then the other, giving them a gentle sucking. This caused the boy to squirm even more and this time John heard a louder groan of contentment as Mike was experiencing these sensations.

John bypassed the boy's package and scooted down to rub his hands along the smooth thighs and legs. He then told the boy to turn over as John once again straddled the boy's legs and began giving Mike a massage down his back. He complimented the rubbing by slightly using his fingernails to increase the feeling

The boy thought his cock was getting harder if that was possible. John could feel the legs moving in a side-to-side motion as Mike was trying to rub his cock along the sheets of the bed in reaction to the feelings he was receiving.

The adult noticed that there was no sign of a tan line as a result of the recent exposure to sunlight at the ranch. The sight of the boy's ass cheeks almost the same shade as the upper and lower portions of his body created an erotic vision of the boy lying below him. His two hands gently felt the soft fleshy globes. With an insatiable curiosity, he spread the cheeks apart to view for the first time the pink rosebud that was to be his prize in a short while. He lightly ran a finger from behind the ball sack along the perineum and came upon the crinkled opening that caused a reaction from Mike as he wiggled a little more and couldn't help but let out another small moan.

John hadn't fucked a boy in several years, the only one being Roberto in Spain. And even though he would have the virgin Kalaukan boy Aukai in about nine days, the thought of seeing this beautiful ass inches away from him that would be his soon was pushing him toward the desire to skip any more preliminaries and get right to sliding his cock inside the tight chute. But he forced himself to hold back knowing how important this first entry would be to the future of Mike's and the other boys' acceptance of man/boy sex and anal intercourse as part of the sexual lifestyle on the island.

"Everything OK?" the voice came from below him, breaking up his thoughts.

"Everything's fine Mike. I'm just admiring a beautiful boy."

"Are you going to stick your cock in me now?"

"Oh no; it would hurt like hell and you'd never want to do it again. I'll loosen you up first before I try." Mike turned his head toward the adult with a puzzled look. "Just wait and see," John reassured him.

Before Mike could contemplate any more on what John had said, the man reached down between the boy's legs and, for the first time, cupped the cock and balls of the boy and gave them a gentle squeeze. Immediately the boy buried his head in the pillow and gave a soft moan. He started pushing his package into the man's hand wanting to gain every feeling he could. The head was wet with pre-cum.

Telling the boy to turn over, John then laid back down beside him with his head level with the waist of the lad. He rubbed along the area above the cock once again feeling the softness of the flesh. He stroked the 3½" [9 cm] member, occasionally using a thumb over the head and gently playing with the slit. The beautiful ball sack was a pleasure to hold as he rolled the small orbs inside the silk enclosure.

Mike spoke, "That feels so good John."

"The best is yet to come." Then the man's head went to the groin and his tongue started the licking and wetting of every inch of the boy's special area. He reached under and lifted the boy's ass to once again lick between the legs at the smooth perineum there. The ball sack was dripping with saliva from the man. And finally, the young preteen cock was engulfed inside the man's mouth.

John immediately tasted the pre-cum as his tongue licked along the slit of the cock head and then continued along the shaft. He slowly increased the sucking motion and watched as the boy's eyes squeezed even tighter and both hands grabbed the sheets with tight fists. Mike quickly got into a rhythm of pushing his cock as deep as he could inside John's mouth as the man began the downstroke.

Mike's bucking continued as he got nearer his orgasm. John felt the boy's balls tighten up inside the sack he fondled and knew the end was near. With one final shove, the boy erupted inside John's mouth. Three strong squirts hit the back of his throat. The volume of cum wasn't much but he was surprised by its intensity. As the boy settled down from his orgasmic high, the man cleaned the last of the young juice from the softening cock and let it slip from his mouth. He took a moment to savor the boy's nectar. Only Roberto had ever cum in his mouth and it wasn't as much. But Mike's cream reminded him what a wonderful taste it had. John knew he could drink as much of this boy's love juice as the lad could ever produce and never grow tired of its flavor.

Slowly, Mike opened his eyes and a large grin appeared on his face. 'I never felt anything that great before," he admitted. "I jacked off a lot at home, but never got a feeling like this."

"Getting off at home is a poor substitute. But if it's the only way you can relieve yourself, that's all you have. But as you just felt, if someone else gets you off, the orgasm is much more intense and enjoyable. Plus you shot a nice little amount of cum which I found very tasty."

"You liked it? I was afraid squirting in your mouth might have upset you."

"Never. If I get daily doses like this every day from you three boys, I would be quite content. So your first lesson was seeing how much a simple act of sucking cock can feel, so much better with someone else and both of you doing it willingly."

"I could do this every day," Mike added. A slight sheen of sweat covered his body. He then hugged John, both their bodies melting together into a wet embrace.

"Well, from now on out you can. Besides me, you'll have Chris and Matt as hopefully willing partners."

"Wait until they get the same feelings I just did. I know they'll want to do it as much as possible too," the boy surmised. Releasing the hug, he became serious. "I want to make you feel good now," as he turned around and laid back on his stomach, his beautiful white ass cheeks exposed for the man's pleasure.

"Hold on Mike. We're going to do this properly. There's no way my cock could fit inside you right now without a tremendous amount of pain. Your ass muscle needs to get used to stretching before that can happen."

Mike looked intently at the man as he continued. "Usually men use fingers to loosen up a tight ass muscle, starting with one finger, and then fitting in two and then three fingers. When three fingers can fit inside without any major discomfort or pain, then a larger cock can slide inside. Over time, the ass gets used to having a bigger cock inside it, so it goes in easier and with little or no pain. The boy gets used to it and even enjoys it. Some boys feel empty and want to be fucked often because they've grown to like it so much.

"I told you a couple of days ago I only fucked Roberto. Although he was just 12-years-old, he was used to large cocks as he spent many evenings with different men making money on the side. He took me without any problems. But this is new to you, so we have to start slowly."

"Where did you learn all this about taking a boy's cherry?" Mike inquired.

"On the Internet mainly; even before I won the lottery and spent several months alone here on this island before Aukai arrived, I did get my pleasures by surfing the Internet and reading boy stories and seeing pictures. I never thought I would have sex with a boy again, so I learned and relived my memories by what I read and viewed. I wanted so badly to fuck Joshua. But thankfully I controlled myself and just got the pleasure of jacking off and spilling my cream on him."

"You pervert," Mike smiled.

"That's right, and I'm going to enjoy a nice virgin ass soon of a hot-looking willing beauty." That said, John got off the bed and went to the dresser. Opening a drawer, he grabbed a small jar. As he returned to the bed and sat down, Mike got a look at the jar and immediately recognized what it was.

"Vaseline!" he exclaimed.

"That's right. I'm going to use my fingers. I'll start with one which you see is about the size of your cock. Since it's the first time anything is being pushed inside, it may hurt a little. Try to relax. The more you relax, the easier my fingers, and then my cock will slide inside. After it looks like you're handling one finger, I'll try two. That's when we start stretching your ass muscle. Finally, after your ass gets used to it, I'll try three fingers. I don't expect three fingers to go inside you. It's trying to get your ass to open up as much as possible. When I think you're sufficiently loosened, and you give the okay, then I'll slowly slide my cock inside you for the first time."

Mike shivered a bit. He recalled at the ranch when they had to be naked that the thought occurred to him that either Bruce, Kevin, or both would try to rape him. As curious as he was about sex, that idea petrified him. Yet, here it was. Soon he would have a man's cock buried deep in his ass. Would he be able to take the pain? Will he get used to it as John surmised? He was about to say something to the adult when he felt John's finger slowly pushing itself inside him.

John knew what the boy was thinking. And as brave as he sounded on the outside, he knew Mike was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it. Rather than let him keep dwelling on it, he lubed his finger and slowly force it inside the small orifice.

The boy's ass jerked. "You pervert. You didn't ask me if I was ready?"

"The more you think about it, the more you might change your mind. I'm taking your cherry tonight."

It was the shock of feeling something going inside him more than anything else. It didn't hurt. John's finger was small enough to fit comfortably. It was just a strange new feeling never felt before. He saw enough videos of boys happily taking a man's cock and enjoying every minute of it. He tried to relax as the finger did a slow-moving in and out and then wiggled around inside. If this is what he'll feel if Chris and Matt decided to do it to him, it wouldn't be bad at all.

Mike didn't know how long John kept sliding in and out with one finger. But he reacted when he felt two at his opening and their attempts to enter him. "You're doing fine Mike. You're used to feeling something inside. Now it's an adjustment period as you get used to something bigger.

There was some pain as the ass muscle was being asked to stretch like it never had. But surprisingly, the pain quickly died. It was as though his ass knew it was going to be invaded, so adjusted accordingly.

It was at this time that John was noticing the gaping of the boy's ass as it felt two fingers pushed inside. He felt the boy wince when it first started, but now was quietly lying there experiencing this new sensation, the prelude to being fucked for real by John.

It seemed Mike's ass was allowing itself to be penetrated once it felt what was trying to get inside. The boy felt the two fingers go deeper and deeper until they were inside, at which point John stopped any movement. "How are you doing?" was John's question to the preteen.

"It hurts a little, but not that bad."

"All right. Remember if it gets too much, we'll stop and try again another time. I'll work on Chris and Matt next." John knew what he was trying to do and it worked.

"No, I can do this. I want you to take my cherry. I want to be first. Then I can tell how it felt to the others."

John smiled. It worked. "Okay, here's three fingers. They are not going inside you but just trying to stretch your ass a little more. The more it can stretch, the easier and less painful for my cock to enter you." Mike just nodded his head. John could tell the boy was doing his best to accommodate three fingers. And after a few moments, a wide gaping hole awaited its first man cock.

"Now get ready for a pervert to rape that sweet ass of yours and fill it up with a gallon of my man juice," he told the boy getting a slight laugh from him.

"I'm ready John," Mike said as he gripped the sheets even tighter.

John used a generous amount of Vaseline on his cock. There was still plenty at the anal opening from the insertion of the fingers. Leaning over the boy, he rubbed his cock over the opening and then placed the head at the entrance. He slowly pushed in until he felt the anal ring snap over its head. That's when he got the biggest gasp from Mike. "Are you okay?"

"Just give me a minute to get used to it," the boy replied through ragged breaths. Mike almost let his first instinct take over and tell the man to pull it out, he couldn't handle the pain. But several factors stopped him. There was no competition between the three boys as to who would lose their cherry first. John knew Mike wanted that honor and the boy offered to be first. If he failed and the others made it, he would feel he let everyone, especially John, down. He also remembered the man telling him that as time went by, the pain would get less and less. And it was happening. It still hurt, but it was something he felt he could now handle. "Okay John, just go slow please."

John was pleased that the boy didn't quit. He really wanted to complete this deflowering of Mike and deposit his first load of cum inside him. He pushed a little more, then stopped. It took several minutes sliding in a very short amount of his cock at a time. He continued until he felt his balls against the boy's ass. I'm completely inside you Mike. I've taken your cherry. You're no longer a little virgin boy." Mike turned his head to look at his friend, sweat pouring off his face. He then smiled. He had done it. "Okay, now I'm going to speed up so I can cum inside you. It'll be rough, but now I know you can handle it."

Mike then experienced real fucking as the man pounded his ass working toward releasing its first load of jizz inside the boy. The boy's body shook, but surprisingly there was no increase in pain. To Mike's surprise, the pain was giving way to pleasure. He wanted John's cock in him, as deep as it could go. The man was surprised when Mike started getting in rhythm with him by pushing his ass back as John pushed his cock deeper. The man smiled as his balls continued churning its juices preparing to be released. John would never say this to the boy, but Mike was now becoming a bitch boy.

It wasn't long when John announced, "I'm cumming," and blasted long streams of juice inside the newly deflowered 12-year-old. Mike was experiencing another new sensation as he felt the blast of cum hitting his anal walls and coating his insides. John almost collapsed on the boy as he squirted the last drops. He slowly pulled out, grabbed a towel, and placed it under the boy's ass as a steady stream of man cum slowly spilled out. The gaping hole and the cum filled entrance was to John one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. He then noticed something else. Mike's cock had shot some boy cum. The boy had never touched it, but the new anal feelings were enough to trigger an orgasm.

"Mike then made a comment that couldn't stop John from laughing. "I never cum from both holes before." The man hugged the boy. "You took a big step just now. As for the cum I put in you, look at it as a type of love I'm sharing with you."

As Mike was catching his breath from just having his virgin ass opened by a man's cock, his mind was wondering about something. John could tell the boy had a question. "What is it?"

"How young can a boy be to experience sex with a man?"

"Good question, Mike. You'll get different opinions. Most agree that a boy younger than eight doesn't understand sex. He'll feel tingling sensations in his body not realizing it's a reaction to sexual stimuli. From eight to twelve the world of sex is introduced to the boy who now understands what sex is all about. He sees his body as an instrument for feeling pleasures. It's too early for a boy to produce cum, but he can feel as intense an orgasm as anyone older. That's why I hate the current laws of most countries of the age of consent mainly being 18. You're losing some of the best years of your life discovering the pleasures of sex.

"And when he becomes a teenager?" Mike asked.

"During those years is when you decide if you want to have sex with a girl or boy. Earlier it was fun learning and experimenting with an adult male. But now is the time to focus on what will be your sexual orientation."

"I've never done anything with a girl," the boy stated.

"I'm 28 and never really had sex with a girl either," John put in. "It's just that my experiences with boys made me want to continue that even with the many obstacles to overcome."

Mike nodded his head; "The law?"

"The law is a big concern. Like I just said, in many countries, there is some kind of mentality that boys under the age of 18 don't understand sex and how to deal with it. My limited experiences with boys show that to be the exact opposite. Young boys do know about sex and want to experience it."

"I'm glad I landed here and met you. I want to have all the sex I can.. I'm sure I wouldn't want to learn sex from this Lam Sin.

"Including more of what we just did?"

Mike smiled. "Especially that. How did it feel to you?"

"Fantastic! It's like a hot tight sleeve wrapped tightly around my cock. "If I use the same approach on Chris and Matt, do you think they will like it?"

"I know Chris will. I can't wait to tell him how it felt and how gentle you were. I know he will be more receptive to having sex with you. I have to be honest with him and Matt about the pain. Since they'll know what to expect, they can prepare for it. And I'm sure they can handle it. But my ass is very sore now."

"It will take a couple of days for it to close tight like it was before. And each time we do this, it will hurt less and less. Soon, if you're that horny kid I've come to know, you'll want this as much as possible. Looking at the mess on the bed, he told the boy to go and shower while he changed the bed linen. "Take it easy back there. Just let the warm water help ease any pain.

The boy had one last question. "Can we do this all the time?"

"We have an entire private island to ourselves. Sex will be available to anyone who wants it 24-hours-a-day." Mike smiled as he entered the bathroom.

As Mike showered John thought about what just happened this evening. Yes, it was a sexual fantasy he had wanted since the days of Joshua. He recalled the willpower he had had to use not to even try anything anal on the boy. When he was arrested, he got a sour attitude, Well I'm going to jail. At least I should have had a virgin ass to make it worthwhile. But he was glad he never pushed it with the boy. Maybe that kind of love and respect was what made the 9-year-old stand by him.

When Mike was done and John went to shower, he thought of the saying, 'famine to feast'. For the past 10 years as an adult, he never had the opportunity to deflower a boy. Roberto was good and gave him the feelings of what it was like to fuck a boy. But what he felt with Mike was far, far better. He now realized that he had three more boys whose cherries he would get to take during the next several days. And there wasn't a damn thing any city, state or country could do about it. Raising his middle finger and pointing it in the general direction of California, he shouted, "Fuck You!"

As John re-entered his bedroom he saw Mike lying on top of the covers, still naked but sound asleep. As he turned off the light, he felt the boy snuggled up to him, pressing his young body against his. What a difference 24 hours made. Last night he just had an arm that laid over his chest. John couldn't help but smile. A whole new world was opening up to him. The future told of lots of boys and plenty of boy sex.

Chapter Ten
Lam Sin/Ranch Mystery

The men stood there shivering. Not because they weren't wearing any shirts. No, it was the sight of the man sitting directly across staring at them. The men, former crewmates on the Sea Queen, were looking at a man they had heard much about and had hoped never to meet. It was the good pay and no questions asked about their backgrounds that prompted them to work on one of the man's freighters. Horrible thoughts about their imminent futures caused them to shiver in fear, especially after the tortures they had been through the past couple of days.

It was a large ornate room, about forty by eighty feet in size [12m by 24½m]; the walls were lined with expensive paintings and rare pottery on display stands. Opposite the large double doors, which permitted entrance to this museum, was a raised wooden platform covered with a red carpet. It was about two feet [½m] in height, with a large throne-like chair on top. At this moment, an old man in his late 50s with gray eyes that glinted like steel stared down at the shivering men in front of him. He noticed the bruises and dried blood on their faces, arms, and upper torsos. Yes, Wo Fat knew how to torture a man to get whatever information they had without killing him.

An Oriental, who was standing nearby, Lam Sin's lawyer, dressed neatly in a business suit, approached the 'throne'. Bowing slightly, he spoke. "None of these men know anything. Not even the second mate," as he pointed to another pathetic looking man among the group. "I believe the conspiracy was just between the captain and his first officer."

Lam Sin stared at his associate. "You are telling me that three boys disappeared off my ship and only two plotted and knew about it?"

"Master Sin," as he knew how Lam Sin liked to be addressed, "if you will allow me, I believe I can shed some light on what I think happened during the voyage."

Lam Sin gestured to the guards to remove the prisoners. After the large doors were closed, the lawyer motioned to two younger men, also dressed in business suits, to bring over an easel stand. Perched on it was a large map of the South Pacific Ocean.

"For the past couple of days, since the Sea Queen docked, I have investigated and tried to conclude what happened to those boys."

"I'm listening, Mr. Yang. I paid a million dollars to bring them here. Right now, they should be at my feet servicing my cock. Instead, I'm looking at you. So tell me what your investigation revealed."

The Oriental shifted uncomfortably hearing in such crude language what the boys' usage by Lam Sin was to be. Of course, he knew of the man's lust for preteen boys and the many over the years that had become pleasure toys for his amusement and sexual gratification. The three currently missing youngsters was a rare exception to how Lam Sin procured his juvenile sex slaves. The nude pictures received from California and the boys' uncanny beauty drove the man to pay a small fortune to get them. From the caseworker to Mrs. Janice and her sons, to those responsible for destroying the ranch leaving no traces and getting them aboard one of his freighters that was currently at that time docked in Long Beach. They were on their way here when they mysteriously disappeared. At least Mr. Yang didn't think it was such a mystery, as he got ready to reveal what he surmised so far.

"Two lifeboats are missing from the Sea Queen. The second officer and some of the crew saw the motorized one leave with the captain and first officer as they approached docking here. The other missing lifeboat was a small non-motorized craft for temporarily holding about six people. It was designed to be manned by one member of the crew who knew how to use the survival equipment on board. Its use is designed as short-term, being close enough to be retrieved when the emergency was over. That was the lifeboat I believe the three boys were placed in."

"Except for the captain and his first officer, all the rest are accounted for," Lam Sin stated. Getting an affirmative nod from Mr. Yang, Lam Sin asked, "Are you saying the captain put my three boys by themselves in a lifeboat in the middle of nowhere?"

Mr. Yang turned toward the map of the Pacific Ocean. "No, I believe he made a course change from his assigned shipping lane."

"He made a course change?"

"Yes. I believe that the captain and first officer, during the evening of the 30th, changed course." He drew a circle with a red marker on the map. "This is where he should have been if he had stayed on course." He then marked another circle directly above, or north, of the original. Here is the deviation he made."

"Why?"

"The captain probably wanted the lifeboat to stand a better chance of being spotted by other smaller vessels that sail near these lesser islands, or by someone who lives on one of these islands to spot and rescue its occupants."

"That miserable son-of-a-bitch. Any word on where he could be?

"No, Master Sin. It is almost a surety that he and the first officer have left Singapore. I have contacts around the world looking for them."

Sneering, Lam Sin pronounced, "I will have a front-row seat as I watch Wo Fat slowly peel the skin off their bodies." Pausing for a moment, he then wondered, "How did two men change course and no one else was aware of it?"

"The crew ddid not know navigation. They wouldn't know if they were in a lake, much less what part of the ocean they were sailing on. The second officer had retired and was asleep until the explosion. So there were several hours when the opportunity was there to change course. I discovered their GPS was disabled during that evening so a record of the course change was never logged."

"Tell me about this explosion."

"Very cleverly planned," began Mr. Yang. "It was a small propane cylinder wired to explode at a specific time. The damage done was minimal, not enough to slow and stop the freighter as described by the captain in his log. But the vibrations caused by the exploding tank gave the excuse for the captain to order his crew to their emergency stations below deck. He and the first officer then locked the second mate in his cabin, telling the crew the man tried to sabotage the ship. He then sailed the freighter a few more miles before coming to a complete stop for what he called, 'assessing the damage'."

"That is when the boys were placed in the lifeboat?" Lam Sin's finger pointed to the most northern circle on the chart.

"I believe so. After putting them in the lifeboat, he sailed a few miles out of sight before again stopping the ship. He used the time to make repairs as the excuse for falling behind schedule when he contacted us. But it was a cover-up to allow them to get back on course from where they dropped the lifeboat. It wasn't until the crew saw the captain getting away as they were ready to dock that they released the second officer and learned the truth."

Getting up from his large throne-like seat, Lam Sin stepped down and approached the map. Placing his finger on the upper red circle drawn by Mr. Yang, he asked, "And you think the boys are around here?"

"If they are still alive yes waiting to be returned to the United States."

"No, they're alive. It would have been in the news had they been found. The lifeboat hasn't been spotted, so I guess that they landed on an island. The good captain would know about that possibility. That's why, and I believe your assumption Mr. Yang, he changed course specifically at that precise moment, to give them a chance to be picked up somewhere. No, they haven't returned to the United States, even secretly. Our contacts would have known. The authorities there are still puzzled over what happened at the ranch."

"You must understand sir that no emergency messages were sent from the ship. So therefore no search-and-rescue was ever initiated. All the boys could do was float until they hit dry land."

"It's been five days already, Lam Sin pondered.

"I wouldn't give up hope sir. The Captain placed them where he did because he felt they had a good chance of being rescued. I'm waiting for some charts giving me more details on the currents at that time and of the general area. If we're lucky, it will lead us to where the boys could be."

Looking again at the red circle on the chart, Lam Sin asked," Are there many inhabited islands in that area?"

"I'd have to have a more detailed map to answer your question."

"So it's possible they could be on one of those islands? That would be good."

"Not necessarily sir. If it's an uninhabited one, I'm afraid the three boys wouldn't last long. But if it's one that has people, their chances would be much better."

Staring closer at the map, he asked, "Don't I have an island in this area?"

"Yes, Master Sin. That is Island SP 1. Some of the native boys from the nearby islands are held there until you call for them."

"Yes, I remember. Some of the best fucks I've had were with them. Contact the men there and have them search around and see if they can find out anything."

"Yes, Master Sin."

Lam Sin resumed his seat and yelled at the closed doors. A guard quickly came in and bowed. "Bring me that new boy that came in last week. It's time I teach him how to properly sit on my cock." The guard quickly left the room. Mr. Yang and the others also left. They knew that soon there would be cries and screams of pain as another virgin boy was savagely impaled. But little did Lam Sin know that the three boys he lusted for to be the raped and ravaged were already on an island with a man they were learning to love and trust, having committed to a sexual lifestyle very different to what had awaited them in Singapore

***

The bright light in the room was what woke John up. The brightness immediately told him that it was later in the morning than he usually woke up to. He turned to look at the clock. 9:05! He had been asleep for nine hours! He had a hard time recalling the last time he slept so much. As his head cleared some more he looked at the other side of the king-size bed to see it empty. Mike was awake and somewhere else in the house. At the foot of the bed was his dog patiently waiting to be fed her morning meal. "Sorry girl," the man apologised as he got out of bed. "Give me a minute and I'll feed you."

As he entered the bathroom and started cleaning himself up, his mind floated back to the evening before and his first sex with Mike. It had been wonderful and he relived the softness of the boy's body as his hands explored him and the final act of his man cock inside the virgin ass. He wondered, now that it was a new day if Mike was having any second thoughts, doubts, or regret about what happened. How he describes his experiences of last night to Chris and Matt could determine whether they would want to partake in the same sexual experiences.

He got dressed and walked toward the kitchen. He looked in the other bedroom where Chris and Matt had slept together, but it was empty. He then checked the other rooms but no one was to be found. He went into the kitchen and fed his dog and afterward went out on the porch. He finally spotted the three boys sitting about 100 feet away along the shore near the fire pit. It appeared Mike was doing most of the talking. Deciding to leave them alone, he poured himself some orange juice and went to his computer. The first thing he did was email the list of supplies as well as the information on the boy's clothing choices. He figured Troy would call as soon as he saw this list with a load of questions. John would have to explain the situation and there would also be other topics to be discussed. Top of the list would be the request to Chief Haoa allowing him to bring three boys to his island next week.

***

On the sand, Mike was describing what he felt when the man impaled him with his cock. Although he told himself he handled the pain pretty well, in reality, he wanted to scream and tell John to pull it out. But he knew if he did and the other two boys heard it, there was no way Matt and Chris would consent to get their virgin anal cherries popped.

"I won't lie to you. It did hurt a lot. But I told myself I could take it. And John tried to make it as easy as possible. I believe what he said that as you get used to it, it starts feeling better and better. And if this is what part of the sex life here is going to be, we need to be able to handle it. If we don't try, what is our alternative?"

Chris looked at Mike. "Even without you telling me I knew the first time it would hurt. I heard guys at school talk about it. They say after a few times, they can't wait to get fucked by an older boy or man."

"How do you feel about it?" Mike was directing his question to Matt.

"I'm scared," was the simple reply. "It sounds pretty painful. Why does the first sex we do with John have to involve pain?"

"Look!" Mike got serious. "If the Captain hadn't put us in a lifeboat, where do you think we'd be right now?"

Matt slowly nodded his head, "With Lam Sin."

"Right, and by now what do you think he would have done to us? Remember what Bruce and Kevin told us that Lam Sin wanted the pleasure of being the first to take our cherries. I'm sure he wouldn't have taken it easy on us. Somehow I get the feeling he probably likes to hear boys scream in pain. So whatever you go through with John, know he is trying to be gentle and yes, even if it hurts a lot, over time we'll get used to it."

"Why couldn't he take care of us like an uncle or big brother? Why all this sex we have to do?"

"Matt, that's the way he is. He told us his story. He's not Bruce or Kevin. And we don't have many options ourselves. We're orphans that nobody wants. John is giving us a chance to live here. And he wants to give us sexual pleasure too. It's not just for him."

Chris got up and told Mike, "I'm going back to the house. I decided I'm going to do whatever it takes to stay here. I want to enjoy sex as much as possible. And if giving up my cherry is required, I'll do it." Looking at Matt, Chris continued, "We three are like brothers now. We have to look out for each other. Mike and I want to stay on this island. I'm sure you do. And if there is any pain, it's just a one-time thing. Afterward, we can enjoy sex without pain being part of it."

***

Back at the house, John was thinking of what a week so far! He would be going to Kalauka Island in eight days and the following morning in the 'Rite of Manhood' ceremony taking the virginity of the native boy Aukai. Ever since invited, he was curious about how the ceremony was conducted. It was obvious the main act would be to take the virginity of the boy. But were there other steps before or after? And with the experience of taking Mike's 'cherry' last night, he looked forward even more to the same erotic feelings when penetrating the native boy. And even though Aukai's ass was to be plowed by a man's cock, John was learning from Mike, and will later with Chris and maybe Matt, how to be as gentle as possible.

Since it had been a few days since John had kept up on the international news, he decided to check out what was happening around the world since the boys' arrival. Making sure he had a satellite link, he connected to the Internet. He hadn't missed much. The COVID-19 virus was creating havoc in many countries, who were failing to control this deadly scourge. Almost half-a-million people had died from the disease. There were still complications going in other parts of the world; economies were spluttering, prices continued to rise on consumer goods. That part John understood as his weekly supplies were costing more, especially products coming from the United States. As he got ready to proceed to the next web page, a small article at the bottom of the screen caught his eye.

Investigators Still Baffled Over Mysterious Explosion In California Desert

'Police and fire investigators were still trying to determine the cause of an explosion at a ranch outside Barstow California that burned the dwelling with such intensity that virtually nothing was left but powdered ashes. One investigator stated that no normal fire would burn this hot. Arson has been suggested, although it was still being determined what was the cause of the explosion and possible incendiary device, if involved, that triggered it. The magnitude of the destruction has made it nearly impossible to find any human remains. Records show a mother and her two adult sons lived at the ranch and that they were caring for three foster boys, all age twelve. A neighbor several miles away stated he thought he heard a helicopter flying overhead shortly before the sound of the explosion.'

John felt some movement behind him and turned to see Chris looking over his shoulder at the web page. "Morning Chris," he began trying to start the conversation on a light note. "I guess I was really tired last night."

Chris didn't respond but finished reading the entire article. "That's us, isn't it?"

"It looks like it."

"So no one knows what happened to us," was the boy's assumption.

"That would seem to be the plan. For you, Mike and Matt to disappear to another country where no one was looking for you, it had to look as though you were killed in an explosion, especially if they can't find any remains."

"Who knows the real truth?" wondered Chris out loud.

"Lam Sin I'm sure. His ship docked in Singapore two days ago. So he knows you three weren't on board. He's probably trying to figure out what happened."

"What if the Captain tells him where he left us?"

"I'm guessing the Captain planned it out quite well. The explosion wasn't serious. No call for help was made. I'd like to believe he got away before the freighter docked."

"Won't Lam Sin try to find us?"

"I'm assuming he has no clue as to exactly where you were placed in the water. Therefore he can't look for you if he has no starting point. Anyhow does it matter right now? You're safe and in a new home. Thanks to the Captain of the Sea Queen, Lam Sin's plan to own you and make you his sex toy was thwarted. You have a new life here."

The boy's face brightened up a bit. "That's right. By the way, Mike told Matt and me how he felt getting his cherry popped. He said it hurt, but that you tried to be as gentle as you could."

John breathed a sigh of relief. Before he fell asleep, he felt that both had enjoyed a special two-hour session together. But he wasn't sure of the 'morning after' thoughts the boy might have. Thankfully, all went well and Mike had shared his experience with the other two boys.

"When will you and I try it?" Chris asked.

The man smiled. "Thanks, Chris. I look forward to it too. We'll try it tonight if you don't mind sleeping with me."

Chris stated he was eagerly looking forward to the sex with John and losing his cherry. Changing the subject, he asked, "Do you think the Kalaukan chief will let us join you on your trip?"

"We'll know before next week," was all the adult could say. Then Chris went outside to rejoin Mike and Matt.

As John headed to the kitchen to fix himself a light breakfast, the satellite phone rang. "That didn't take long," John said out loud.

"John, what's with this email? And a list of boys' clothing too. What's going on?"

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything Saturday. I wasn't sure if that was the right time to tell you."

There was a pause. "Has this anything to do with your question Saturday about ships sending emergency messages?"

"It did. I was wondering if anyone could be looking for these boys."

"Tell me what's going on. Is something wrong?

"No, everything's fine" Thus began the story he told Troy about the three boys who landed on his island and the need to get them a change of clothing. He didn't go into their background.

"Wow! I take it they are all right?" Then pausing for a moment, the young man asked. "Have you told anyone else about them?"

"No, I haven't. At first, I thought a disaster had happened and they were cast in a lifeboat. But as you can see, they were deliberately set adrift."

"Well, regardless, do you need me to pick them up and take them to the authorities in Majuro?"

"No Troy. They are staying with me for now."

"I don't understand."

"Have you heard of Lam Sin?"

There were several moments and for a second John thought he lost his connection. "Troy?"

"Sorry John. Yes, I know Lam Sin. He's ruthless. He runs a huge operation out of Singapore. He's into everything: drugs, money laundering, and prostitution. What does he have to do with the boys you have?

"They were on their way to him."

"Oh shit. And they're American boys?"

"Yes, orphans without any relatives."

"They must be special for him to risk such a kidnapping. That's going way beyond his method for obtaining boys. He's not going to quickly give up his search for them. What are you going to do?"

"Except for you, no one else knows about them. Let this Lam Sin search where he wants."

"You sure, John? Lam Sin is known far and wide and very feared."

"You never mentioned him before."

"His tentacles can reach this far from Singapore. There's a rumor he owns an island somewhere where kidnapped island children are kept until wanted by this man."

"Local children are kidnapped?"

"Yes, but sadly the authorities don't put much effort into finding them. Believe me, John. He's a man to be afraid of."

"Okay. When you come here Saturday we'll discuss him more. I don't like this open connection that could be monitored."

Troy agreed and wrote down what weekly supplies were needed. "Yes, this is a larger quantity than usual. But I guess you have extra mouths to feed. And I'll get started on this clothing order. Anything else?"

"Do you know Kalauka Island?"

"Boy, John, you are full of surprises. Yes, I've known this island all my life. My father, and now I, do business with them. They are a wonderful group of people, but very mysterious in some ways."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, no one is allowed to land on the western side of their island. Their village is under a very thick canopy of trees, impossible to see by air. They are very friendly people unless you get caught trespassing. Why are you asking?"

John then explained the visits by some from their island and the invitation to be the first outsider to visit their village. "Since I now have three boys to take care of and I was committed to coming over before they landed here, I was hoping to bring them along. So I need you to ask Chief Haoa if that would be possible?"

Troy chuckled. "I'm beginning to think the Arab who lived there before you had more excitement. All right, I'll forward your message. It will probably be through one of the Elders as the Chief hardly comes to the eastern side. Myself, last time I saw him was at least a year ago. And before we hang up, just want you to know I'll want the full story. If Lam Sin is involved, we'll have to be very careful. I expect more details from you when I arrive Saturday."

John agreed and then the connection was severed.

Chapter Eleven
Cherry Number Two

Well, Troy was now cognizant of the three boys. Hopefully, he hadn't put his young friend into a difficult or dangerous situation. He was surprised Lam Sin's name was never mentioned before. Especially since he was such a terror and his name feared over a large portion of the South Pacific. He wondered if he should update the boys about Lam Sin. He decided against it. Enough was going on getting adapted to a new life on an island, and incorporating sex as part of that new lifestyle.

He heard the door open and close as Chris returned to the house. John wondered how Matt was taking the idea of sex with a man, especially the anal part so he asked the boy.

"I think he's still unsure. Even though he said yesterday it was alright, he might be having second thoughts. I think he's scared it's going to hurt too much."

"It's okay. There's to be no pressure on him, understand? He'll let us know when he's ready." Chris nodded his head. "Did you and Matt do anything together last night?"

"We slept naked and touched each other. I sucked his cock, but he didn't want to suck mine."

"Give him time Chris. At least he did something. He slept naked in the same bed with you and I'm sure he enjoyed having his cock sucked. As he feels more comfortable and finds more enjoyment, he'll reciprocate."

At that moment the remaining two boys got off the sand and headed back to the house. They greeted John as they entered and Mike hugged the adult. "Sorry I slept late," John began. "Some kid I know wore me out." Mike broke into a big grin. "Hope you enjoyed our first sex?" the man inquired.

Mike released his hug and looked at the man. "I loved it. My butt still feels sore but also kind of empty without something stuck inside. I hope we can do it again soon."

"Wait a few days and if you still feel like doing it, we will. From what Chris told me, you shared all the details of last night with Matt and him." Mike nodded his head. "It seems like you got Chris all excited and anxious to get started." Mike just looked at his friend and smiled.

"What about you Matt?"

The 12-year-old looked at the man. "I know I said I wanted to do it, but maybe a little later."

"Did something Mike say about last night frighten or scare you or make you feel uncomfortable?" asked John, knowing it was probably the pain that concerned the boy.

"Oh no, it sounded like he enjoyed it. I just want to be in the right mood."

"No problem. I appreciate you being upfront and honest. I'm not holding you to what you said yesterday. You tell me when you're ready." The boy came up and gave the man a quick hug and withdrew.

"Guess what!" began Chris. "What happened at the ranch is on the Internet," as the three boys retreated to where the computer desk was.

Again, there were questions as to what the future held for them. Chris repeated what John had told him about being safe on this island.

Again the question came up: "But what happens when we grow up? Is this island the only place we'll ever call home?" was Matt's query.

John heard that question as he approached the boys. "I wish I had an answer. Maybe as time goes by, you'll be able to go where you want without someone discovering your past. Right now, you're at the beginning of a new life, a new adventure. Don't let your mind think about the past and the ranch. According to that," as John pointed to the Internet article, "they won't find anything of you. A lot of thought went into this plan to make sure no human remains are found. Not knowing for sure whether you're alive or dead, the authorities will still look for you in case you did survive. Unless they find Mrs. Janice or her sons, they won't know where to look. And even if they find them, all the three can tell them is that you're in Singapore."

"John's right," Mike began. "No one knows we're here. We're safe and can now have fun like we never had at the ranch." This got the nods of the other two and the subject was then closed.

"By the way guys, I just placed the order for your new clothes. It will be here Saturday. You'll get to meet Troy. And no, he doesn't know anything about my background or what the sex life the four of us will be enjoying." The boys understood.

The man decided to go and sit on the porch. The boys made some sandwiches, left some for John, and told him they were going on a hike. He told them not to be out late. All three yelled okay as they disappeared on one of the trails leading into the interior of the island. Soon in the comfort of the reclining patio chair and with the smell of the ocean permeating the air, he found his eyelids starting to close.

It was the gentle shaking of his shoulder that awoke the man. The boys were standing there next to him. "You must have been taking a nap," Mike stated.

"I guess I was," John realized. Since the threesome's arrival, the occasional afternoon nap had been eliminated. This afternoon had been the first quiet one where his body had dozed off. "Did you have fun?" he asked.

"We sure did," Chris answered. "We even went to the hot springs and stayed in the water, all three of us naked." John looked at Matt for confirmation and the boy nodded with a slight smile. Having been naked with his friends at the ranch, the 12-year-old felt more comfortable nude even in a different environment.

Chris continued, "Mike showed us his ass where you fucked him. It looked red and swollen, but he said it didn't hurt and he liked it. John gave Mike a look.

"It does hurt a little, but not that bad. When I think of the pain, I think of it feeling better with your cock inside me."

This was moving along better than he thought, John surmised. Mike was already hooked and Chris seemed anxious to have his first taste of anal sex. He was a preteen too, being 12, so he probably felt he should experience the same feelings his friend had gone through the evening before. Then he thought about their comments about the hot springs. He tried to visualize the sight of three naked boys at the same time. He had seen and enjoyed a sexual evening with Mike. He did have that short look at Chris's backside his first evening on the island when the boy was asleep. The boy also teased him when he gave John a quick peek of his naked boy body when he had finished showering last night as well as his upper torso earlier in the day at the hot springs. But he had yet to admire the nude form up close. But he knew later today Chris would be his. Matt sharing his nakedness with his two companions was a good sign. But the man was anxious to finally have the naked boy in bed with him.

The subject was changed as the boys tried to ask questions of how long it would take to get to Kalauka Island, how big their island was, and other facts they wanted to know. John told them as much as he knew but admitted that when it came to their secret lifestyle, he only knew what Aukai had shared with him.

"Will we have to be naked all the time we're there?" the voice of Matt, a little nervousness detected.

"I'll be honest with you, Matt. Since we are visitors or guests, it's proper to behave and participate in their culture. If that is the case, remember, you're not going to be the only one with no clothes on. There will be other kids of all ages as well as men and women. I bet it won't take long and you'll feel right at home. Right now Aukai doesn't know I have three good-looking horny boys living with me. But he'll soon find out," as everyone laughed at that thought.

"I can't wait to run around naked over there," was Chris' reaction. Mike stated the same feeling.

Looking at the two boys, John responded with a smile. "If you feel that way while you're there, I expect to see naked boys running around on this island pretty soon." Both boys gave a big grin in return.

Looking at Matt, the adult continued, "Just because you are naked doesn't mean you have to do any sex. Remember that according to the Kalauka law, certain things cannot be done with anyone until they pass the 'Rite of Manhood' ceremony. And since you are a visitor and are going to abide by their traditions by being naked, I'm sure the Kalaukans in return will respect whatever it is you want or don't want to do. And always remember, all three of you, if there is a question or concern, come see me." Everyone nodded their heads in understanding.

Realizing something, he asked the boys, "I just remember that I have some pictures of when Aukai visited here. Do you want to see them?" The three nodded their heads and John went back to his computer where he had downloaded the images taken with his digital camera. Several were of Aukai standing by himself along the shore. He was wearing his traditional sarong around his waist. The boys noted the darker Polynesian features the adult explained was familiar among the people of the area. Other photos showed the men who accompanied the boy standing by their canoe. The final shots were of John and Aukai standing side by side on the beach. John had shown one of the Kalaukan oarsmen how to use the camera.

"Is this where you and Aukai first met?" asked Chris.

John smiled. "Yes, this is where Aukai landed with his guards and we learned about each other's sexual preferences. By the way, in case you were wondering, the Kalaukans don't allow photos of them naked. With their secret about their sexual society, they don't want to chance nude photos getting out and trespassers trying to come and take advantage, thinking they can have sex with them. These photos you just saw were special because no nude shots were taken." Again the boys nodded their heads in understanding. It would be the same on Paradise Island. If a visitor wanted to take photos of them, it certainly wouldn't be nude ones. They went through that back at the ranch. "But all of us will have the rare privilege of seeing what their lifestyle is like. We'll be the first outsiders to ever enter their village. And if we behave ourselves, who knows what else we may be invited to." John concluded by announcing, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starved."

The conversation around the table during the dinner meal was exciting. It centered on the next week and what it could bring. John noticed that all the boys, including Matt surprisingly, despite his earlier reservations, didn't seem too nervous about being naked around so many people of both genders and various ages. He wondered if there was more to the boys' sexual backgrounds, good or bad, besides what occurred at the ranch that had not been shared with him so far? Mike had shared with him last night how the man/boy porn on the Internet drove him to want to try sex with a man. Will Chris have an eye-opener later tonight?

After the meal, as everyone sat on the sand watching the sunset, Mike asked an interesting question. "What if you hadn't won the lottery?"

John gave the question some thought before answering. "I guess the obvious answer would be that we wouldn't be together today, that I would be home in America struggling to live my life within a society that views me as less than human. Strange as this may sound, most boy lovers in the United States, if they are lucky, have someone they love and trust with their lives. For as you know getting caught is almost like a death sentence. I had that same trust with Joshua. Through no fault of his own, he thought he could trust his older brother to keep a secret. Sadly he didn't. Those with money can live their fantasies anywhere they want. That's why you hear and read about child prostitution and sex slaves in foreign countries. Not because the laws are any laxer than in America, but due to the poorer economy of many nations, it's easier to circumvent those laws. Mr. Lam Sin, for example, probably has all the judges, police and who knows what others under his employ or in his pocket as the saying goes. They know what he is doing but being paid to look the other way. He likely uses fear also as a means to keep everyone silent.

"When I did win the lottery, I could have bought myself a big mansion on some private ground anywhere in the U.S. But in my mind, I kept picturing always being watched by the law due to my past and them thinking I would try to use my wealth for child sex. And even though at that time I had no desire for such after spending time in prison, my private life would still be under a microscope. And I also got disgusted at people who called me all kinds of filthy names before I won the lottery and then tried to be my friend afterward, hoping I'd share some of it with them. Thus I decided to buy my island and get away from everyone. I was going to live alone. No temptations, no law to worry about, just a quiet solitary life."

You never missed any of your old life?" Chris asked.

"No, for two reasons. First, I didn't want to think of Joshua and what he went through after I was caught. I heard he refused to testify but never confirmed that. I had the memories of those times with him. I was satisfied with that. Second, thinking of sex always brought back the three years I spent in prison. I wanted that to fade away from memory as quickly as possible. And I thought I had accomplished my goals.

"It was Aukai's visit that rekindled my old memories of how wonderful it was to have a young boy around to share love and life with. And with your three's arrival, I felt that maybe I was getting a second chance. I can share my real feelings without fear of any sort. I'm hoping that by now you're not believing in any sort of obligation, that you may be trying to please me, or even trying to repay me for saving you and/or living here, by offering to have sex with me. I don't ever want you to think that." looking directly at Matt. "I want us to grow together and to love one another. And I hope that any sex we do share is just a part of that love between us."

It was Mike who seemed to speak for everyone when he replied, "We know that now John. We're old enough to understand what sex is and how good it can feel with someone you care about. I know last night that you and I tried our best to make each other feel good."

"Thanks, Mike".

Chris brought up the next question that took John by surprise. "What will Aukai think when he sees us?"

John then realized what Chris was implying. The Kalaukan boy knew the man lived by himself on this island. The two had grown close over the previous visits. It had grown to the point that not only was an outsider invited to their village but to also participate in Aukai's 'Rite of Manhood' ceremony. John was sure that his father will inform him of possibly three young friends also coming to visit. Knowing John's love of boys, Aukai would instantly realize that the man now had three new playmates to participate in sex anytime he desired. Would that make him jealous? Would he change his mind about John participating in the ceremony? In fact, how did he react when his father told him John was bringing visitors? "I don't know Chris. We'll just have to wait and see."

Changing the subject and with a smile, John then spoke to Chris, "I believe you and I have a cherry popping initiation to go through." Chris smiled and nodded his head not showing any nervousness about the fact his ass was going to be invaded for the first time by a grown-up's cock. "Let's get to bed." Matt decided to sleep with Mike and would be sharing the same bed he and Chris had slept in the evening before. John went to his master bathroom. He figured Chris was going to use the hallway shower. As the other two went down the hallway, Mike came up to John. He whispered something in his ear that made the man smile. Looking at Mike, he responded. "Chris will be in for a surprise."

As the warm water from the showerhead cascaded over the man, John wasn't sure if the rock-hard erection he was currently experiencing was because of the thought of seeing Aukai again and the other naked children, or the 12-year-old blond-headed boy who awaited his first anal penetration. He thought about the comments he made earlier about how his life had changed from the money won by the luck of a certain set of numbers. He had read on the Internet many boylover stories of men whose secret desires could only have been satisfied because of their financial fortunes. Although all these stories were fiction, he wondered if his circumstances, real as they were, would make a good story for someone to read. John smiled as he figured whoever read his story would consider it one of make-believe like the others posted on various websites.

In less than 20 minutes the three boys came into John's bedroom wearing their large bath towels wrapped around them. John came out of his shower and noticed that Mike and Chris had folded their towels so that it just covered their lower midriff, like a pair of shorts exposing their upper bodies, thighs, and legs. Matt was still being more conservative covering from about the knees to just below his nipples. He was feeling comfortable about being naked with his companions, but still shy around an adult. However covered, the three looked so sexy standing there with just a towel separating them from full exposure. "How did you three shower in 20 minutes?" he asked.

"We took a shower together," smiled Mike. "It was a little crowded, but we had fun." Chris had a big smile and even Matt gave a cock-eyed grin.

"Mike asked me to join him and Matt," Chris stated with a grin.

Smiling back, John responded, "Did you make sure 'everywhere' was cleaned?"

"Especially those places," Chris replied with a laugh. The two boys left and finally, John was alone with Chris.

With a towel wrapped around him, he turned and looked at the bed. The sight greeting him was vastly different than the one he had with Mike just the evening before. The room was well illuminated as both lamps were on. Chris had laid on top of the covers naked, his fingers interlaced on top of his head displaying the smooth underarms the boy had shown him yesterday at the hot springs. The same even tan, as with Mike, covered his entire body. Also prominent was the 4" [10 cm] erection standing stiff as though saluting the man who was going to take away his virginity. John stopped for a moment to admire another beautiful creature.

"Are you going to just stand there?" asked the naked teen.

The man quickly removed his towel and got on the bed beside the boy, his cock still rock hard. Chris noticed the erection and smiled, looking down on his four-inch cock, which was staying hard even though nothing was touching it.

"No nervousness at all?" John wondered as his hand started touching the boy's face and neck.

"Maybe a little," was the reply. "I'm trying not to think of the nights with Bruce and Kevin. I know I'll like this a lot more."

John stared at the boy's face. His blue eyes seem to twinkle in the bedroom light as though they were trying to tell the man something. "Why do I get the feeling that before you ended up at the ranch, being naked isn't anything new to you?"

Chris lowered his arms by his side as the man continued to caress the boy's chest and played with his nipples causing them to stiffen. "I don't know if this counts, but something happened when I was ten years old." John removed his fingers and lowered his lips to suck on the boy's nipples. Chris closed his eyes and gave a soft moan.

"One night when my parents had to go out for several hours, they asked Bob, who lived down the street, to babysit me. It was the first time he had watched over me"

"How old was he?"

"I think he was 15 or 16 years old."

"Go on."

"That night I went to take my bath before I went to bed. All of a sudden, Bob walked in and asked if he could join me in the bathtub."

"That must have been a shock," said the man as he moved his hand lower along the smooth frame of the boy.

Smiling, Chris replied, "I remember being in shock. I was an only child and never saw anyone else naked before. I didn't know if I was scared or excited. But before I knew it, he had taken off his clothes and got in the tub with me and sat me between his legs."

"What did he do to you?"

"Not much. He grabbed the washcloth and soap and washed me all over. I remember getting hard as he played with my cock. He did turn me around and let me wash him. It was the first time I saw a larger cock with hair around it. He had me stroke it until this white stuff shot out. And just as suddenly, he got up, told me not to say anything, and left the bathroom. I finished, went to bed, and never saw him again."

"That was interesting," John replied. "You kept it a secret?"

"I never said anything to my parents and never saw Bob again. Mom and Dad got an older lady to watch over me for another year until they thought I was old enough to take care of myself."

"At least it was a pleasurable memory. Thanks for sharing it."

"When you said you thought I did sex in the past, I remembered this, although it wasn't much of a sex thing. But I was thinking of Kalauka Island and meeting other kids there."

"You and the others will do fine. Just respect their rules and let them invite you to whatever they desire. But remember, just like here, you don't have to do anything you don't want. Just politely refuse if you feel uncomfortable."

Chris nodded his head and closed his eyes as he felt John's hand finally reach his lower stomach and gradually trace the fingers around his cock and then to gently grasp the ball sack.

Like Mike the evening before, the man found another beautiful, soft young body to enjoy. Although slightly more muscular than Mike, the flesh was just as enjoyable to the touch. Chris's cock stood stiff and proud as John's fingers stroked the sides and gently massaged the head and its opening. There was even a little pre-cum leaking that he used to further enhance the erotic sensations. Soon, the boy felt the man's lips as he encircled the shaft and began the slow sucking to bring the boy juices to the surface.

Chris was taken by surprise as he felt his cock enter the mouth of the man. Mike hadn't said anything about getting his cock sucked. Of course, he had heard boys at school talk about blow jobs, but he was getting one. John was taking it slowly, working the tongue more around the shaft, occasionally releasing his cock and licking the ball sack and taking it entirely in his mouth, then resuming the sucking. He felt that familiar feeling in his cock as though he needed to piss, but knew it was something different.

John continued with his lips wrapped around the boy's stiff member. While Chris's eyes were closed, John dipped a finger into the Vaseline jar. One hand reached under the boy's ass and worked its way toward the opening, where the finger probed the opening to his eventual entry. Chris raised his ass to give better access and his eyes squeezed even tighter as the moment of peak arrived. As the man's finger slowly pushed inside, the boy's cock gave one last push into John's mouth and released its load of the youthful elixir. Like 24 hours earlier, the man swallowed the few squirts provided by this boy, as he tasted the sweetness of his nectar.

Chris slowly opened his eyes. "Mike never said anything about getting my cock sucked;" he began, "that was the most fantastic feeling ever. And I came more than I can ever remember."

Smacking his lips, John smiled. "Mike deliberately left that part out so that you would have a pleasant surprise. Both of you tasted good. I could drink your cum all day long."

Sitting up, Chris hugged the man, their already sweating bodies pressed close to each other. After a couple of moments of silence, Chris released the hug and flipped over on his stomach to allow John access to his backside as well as to the virgin tunnel waiting to be visited.

In a repeat of the evening before, John began by enjoying the softness of the back as he worked lower. Skipping the ass cheeks, he massaged the thighs and calves of the boy. When he was ready, he set his sights on the slightly tanned globes of flesh directly below his gaze. Chris's cheeks were a little plumper than Mike. He fondled and squeezed each half as he spread them and spotted the same pink opening he had seen on Mike.

Chris, having heard from Mike earlier that day, hoped he was ready to feel John's cock in his ass. He knew the stretching of his ass was now beginning. He relaxed as much as possible as over the next twenty minutes he felt two fingers enter him and then three to stretch his anal muscle as much as possible.

John was trying to control himself. His cock was wet from pre-cum as he was getting aroused tremendously just with the act of sliding fingers inside the tight ass. As he had with Mike, he watched Chris as each finger worked inside him affected the boy. As it got to the moment of truth he saw Chris doing his best to loosen up his ass muscles to accommodate the larger invader. The boy relaxed as much as possible. Rather than get more apprehensive as his ass was worked on, he surprisingly found himself enjoying this new sensation. Of course, he knew a cock entering him was a different matter.

John wanted badly to stroke his cock but held back. Like last night, seeing the ass open up on a beautiful boy was trying the patience of the man to just stop what he was doing and push his hard cock inside. But he held himself in check and soon the moment had arrived.

Asking the 12-year-old if he was ready, the lubricated cock of the man positioned itself at the opening and then began a slow push. Chris continued to squeeze his eyes shut as the first pangs of pain hit him. He knew he was right knowing a man's cock was much larger than three fingers just probing his opening. Mike had said it would hurt the most when the man first entered, but would soon become bearable. He was trying to get over that first stage as he felt his ass stretch even further even before the large cock broke through that final barrier. When he thought he could take it no longer, the head of John's cock pushed past the anal ring and stopped. Chris gasped. This was the real pain Mike was talking about. He wiggled his ass as though looking for an angle that would make the entry less painful. The man noticed and asked if Chris was all right and the boy nodded his head, beads of sweat pouring off his forehead. Like yesterday, John gave the boy a few moments to get used to this new sensation before continuing.

In an episode that most boy lovers only read about in stories, John was experiencing the sensations of a second tight virgin ass wrapped around his cock as he slowly continued pushing inside until he felt his balls hit the boy's ass. As he did with Mike, he waited until the boy signaled his desire to want more and pushed his ass back toward John. Then the slow rhythm began.

Both participants engaged in the erotic trance of their connection, the boy pushing his ass upward at the same moment the man impaled ever deeper inside. An occasional moan came from the boy; an occasional grunt came from the man. Together they consummated an act that had been practiced since the days of the Greeks when pederasty was common; when a young boy was taken by an older man in a romantic relationship. Soon, both man and boy reached their limits as Chris felt his cock shoot forth his sperm for the second time that evening and John's cock pulsated as it filled the bowels of his teenage recipient. Both separated and lay side-by-side catching their breaths.

"Are you all right?" John asked as he noticed the boy's wet cock from his just recent explosion.

"More than all right," was the reply. "It did hurt a lot in the beginning, but what a feeling later as you kept fucking me. It's as though my ass has always wanted something in there? Is that alright?"

"There's no right or wrong to exploring and experiencing new sexual feelings. More than 99% of boys your age will never get the chance to discover what you and Mike have."

Chris was quiet for several moments. "I could have been part of that 99% if it wasn't for you. I think I could enjoy what we just did every day."

John smiled. "Like I told Mike, give your ass a few days to get back to normal. In the future when we do this, it will open quicker.

"That just leaves Matt," Chris realized. "I'll tell him tomorrow it wasn't that bad. If Mike and I can do it, so can he."

"Share what happened, but not in a way to put pressure on Matt. When he hears that you and Mike went through this without any major harm, he'll start thinking that maybe he can do it too."

"Lucky you," Chris said with a grin as the man looked at him with a questioning look. "You're going to have three boys to have sex with any time you want. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

John laughed in return. "It will be a challenge, all right. But I'm sure I'll be 'up' to it," as both man and boy hugged again.

Soon both had showered, changed the sheets on the bed, and cuddled up close to each other as the lights were turned off and the only illumination was from the stars outside. It wasn't long before both were asleep, not only resting from their wonderful first-time sex together but wondering how life was going to be in the future on Paradise Island.

Chapter Twelve
Questions/Meeting Troy

A knock on the glass door got the attention of Captain Hardwick of the Barstow Police Department as he saw his Lieutenant, Joseph Longer, at the doorway.

"Come in Joe," the captain waved his hand signaling the man to enter. "Sit down."

"Thanks, Captain," as the man took a seat in front of the desk.

"What have you got for me?" was the question. The lieutenant had been getting this type of query almost regularly since the explosion at the ranch outside of town. The captain had been getting pressure from the Chief of Police, who in turn was being hounded by the Mayor, to come up with some answers. Rumors had been abounding that it was drug-related somehow and the city was getting unwelcome press coverage from around the country.

"I got a preliminary report from the FBI. As you know, we scooped up several cubic feet of what remained of the ranch after the explosion and it was sent to an FBI forensics lab for analysis. Although 99% of the structure was consumed into ashes, a few bits and pieces survived for them to come up with a possible explanation."

"Go on."

"The initial reports were correct. An incendiary device made up of thermite, magnesium, and traces of other combustible hydrocarbons caused the destruction. This is not something any individual or even a drug cartel could put together. This was far too complex. I checked with the nearby military bases and they are not missing any ordinances or chemicals."

"What are you saying, Lieutenant?"

"I'm not saying, anything Captain. The FBI and I are trying to understand why a solitary ranch 20 miles out in the desert had to be destroyed by a device usually reserved for the military?"

"You sure it wasn't connected to drugs?" asked the captain, cognizant of what the media was speculating. The thought of a drug war in his turf was something he didn't want to deal with.

"There's absolutely nothing to point to that. But here's something else; the triggering device was remote."

"Not a timer?"

"No. There's no way of knowing at this time how long the bomb had been in place before being set off. So it wasn't triggered until all who lived on the ranch were gone. No human remains were found. The FBI stated that with six people living at the ranch, something, no matter how small, would have been found."

There was a pause and then the Captain wondered, "It's possible those living at the ranch were aware of the bomb's presence and at a pre-specified time left the area, maybe even setting off the explosion themselves?" getting a nod from the lieutenant. "What about this helicopter the neighbors claimed to have heard?"

"Another mystery. There's no record of any helicopter flying in that area. We expanded the investigation and came up with one interesting possibility. Someone at the Long Beach docks thought he heard a helicopter land and that's all. There may be a connection."

"How do you connect that and why did no radar pick it up?" the captain asked with disbelief.

"Two nearby neighbors, being 10 miles from the explosion, said they heard a helicopter fly overhead in the direction of the ranch. They stated it was unusual because such aircraft very rarely fly in their area. It's like a phantom moving around. If one existed and the two reports are connected, the helicopter had one hell of a pilot to fly nearly 100 miles under the radar without raising an alert."

"Did you find a flight plan?"

"Yes, we did. The pilot's license he used was fake. Filed one from Barstow to San Diego. Later we found out the helicopter listed had a false registration. Believe me, sir, this was planned very meticulously. From Long Beach, he disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

The captain thought for a moment. "Let's say this same helicopter flew from here and it landed at a Long Beach dock…"

"I was thinking that too, sir. Only one ship left the harbor that evening, a freighter named the Sea Queen, registered to a shipping company out of Singapore. I believe the helicopter was loaded on that ship. It's the only way to explain its disappearance."

"Are we grabbing at straws, or are we putting together a picture of some sort?"

"There are a lot of dots, Captain, but we can't connect too many. This was a well-timed operation with big money funding behind it."

"Explain."

"Well, first, whoever got a hold of such an incendiary device had to pay a lot of money no matter where it was obtained. If the objective were just to burn down a ranch, a simple match would have done it. Whoever's behind this wanted as little evidence as possible to remain that could trace back to someone. If the six who lived at the ranch were transported by helicopter, let's say to Long Beach, getting an untraceable craft and an expert pilot would again smell of big money spent."

"What about the foster family and the three boys living with them?"

"You're going to love this, Captain."

"I doubt it. The Mayor and Chief haven't given me anything to like about this whole thing."

"Mrs. Janice's husband died about a year ago. She has two sons ages 18 and 20. About two months ago, she applied to be a foster parent. Normally, it takes several months; complete background checks, training, orientation, etc. She was approved in three weeks. Right after that three boys, all aged 12 were sent to her."

"How did that happen?"

"The caseworker," was the reply.

"The same one who's missing?"

"The very same."

"Why three 12-year-old boys?"

The lieutenant grinned. "It was tough at first. The caseworker destroyed all computer and paper files concerning the orphans. We had to go back to the last school photos taken before each boy lost his parents and were placed under Social Services." He opened a folder he had been holding when he entered the captain's office and took out three 8x10 photos of three smiling boys and laid them in front of his superior.

Captain Hardwick took a long look at the pictures and then stared at the man seated in front of him. "This isn't funny Lieutenant. These look like normal 12-year-old schoolboys. Are you saying these three were those foster children?"

The lieutenant chuckled and quickly stopped upon seeing the look on the captain's face. "Sorry Captain, no disrespect. These three just recently lost their parents. They have no relatives. They recently became wards of the state and were placed with Social Services. Within weeks they were sent to Mrs. Janice and her sons. The short amount of documentation and any paper trail concerning those boys were destroyed. Officially they no longer existed or never had. Those boys were ripe for being kidnapped."

The captain looked again at the photos shaking his head. "Kidnapped? And these three were sent together to Mrs. Janice?" getting a nod of agreement from Joe. A vague picture was beginning to form that wasn't looking too pretty. "And do you have any idea where all six from the ranch disappeared to?"

"Mrs. Janice and her sons took a plane out of Los Angeles to Mexico City. A surveillance camera caught them, and we discovered they were using phony passports. From there they flew to either Brazil or Columbia. We lost them from there."

A pit of acid was churning in the captain's stomach as he asked about the caseworker.

"Same scenario; phony passport from L.A. to Paris and on to Bangkok. He also disappeared."

The Captain closed and rubbed his eyes, afraid of the answer to his next question. "And the three boys?"

"No trace. If the helicopter landing at a dock in Long Beach is true and was the same one that picked up these six individuals from the ranch, then they might have been boarded on that freighter to Singapore."

"What do you make of this so far Lieutenant?"

"I've only given you pieces. We haven't connected the dots. It's my gut feeling that the caseworker and Mrs. Janice conspired to transport these three boys out of the country. Whoever was behind this planned it very carefully and, more importantly, had the money to pull it off. Whoever it was and for whatever reason, he wanted these boys for personal reasons."

"Personal reasons?"

"Yes sir, I believe we are dealing with a super-rich pedophile."

"It doesn't make sense Joe. If this guy is a child molester, why go through all this expense to kidnap boys 6000 miles away. You and I know child prostitution in Asia is rampant. With the kind of money he spent to kidnap these three boys, he could have gotten dozens over there."

"I don't know Captain. These boys, in my opinion, aren't different from any other. They have no family; they didn't inherit wealth or title. Yet something attracted him to these three particular boys."

"Keep digging into this Joe. We need more answers before we know what steps to take to solve this."

"Yes, Captain."

***

Thursday and Friday went by quietly. The boys got better acquainted with the island and seemed to know its entire layout by heart. John made up a list of chores for the boys to do each morning to be rotated each week. The dog had accepted these young visitors and soon she was following them around, especially when they took hikes on one of the trails. And the three took turns feeding her, and she was spending less and less time with John. "Traitor!" John mumbled the next time his dog walked past him not even acknowledging his presence.

Sex entered a different phase. Mike and Chris were still a little sore from their anal invasion and although both claimed they wanted to try it again. John, fighting his urges, told them to wait one more day. Matt seemed a little astonished that his friends were so eager to have that man's cock up their asses. Of course, both boys kept encouraging Matt to try it and become an 'official' family member of Paradise Island. He kept hesitating, but John could see the boy was starting to think about it more and more. Mike and Chris had yet to try running around naked in or out of the house but they did agree to not wear any shirts. This helped Matt feel more comfortable as a small step to total nudity. He joined his 'brothers' by not wearing a shirt. It gave John the first glance of the upper body of the boy. He wasn't disappointed. Like the others, what the man could see was another sexy preteen living here with him. Matt knew John was staring at him a lot, but it didn't bother him. He even toyed with the thought that he was just as sexy-looking as his fellow castaways. But he knew the final hurdle still awaited him in allowing John the pleasure of taking his anal virginity.

Mike and Chris, when alone, talked a lot about their cherry-busting experience. Although both had to go through the initial pain of being entered, for the rest of the time their ass had the man's cock, the diminishing pain seemed to be slowly overwritten by this strange new feeling of wanting something in there. They wondered if all boys when losing their virginity suddenly have a craving to be fucked. They figured the next time John did it to them, they would know if it was something they wanted and enjoyed, or just that momentary feeling they felt when deflowered.

Chris brought up another topic he was curious about. "John sucked both of us off and said he liked drinking our cum. Do you think we should start sucking him off too?"

"I was thinking the same thing. I've never tasted his cum, but from what I read on the Internet, most boys like it and swallow every drop. Its thickness and taste depend on the man."

Chris nodded his head. "Maybe next time I have sex with John, I'll suck his cock and try it. We should try to please him as much as he wants to please us." Mike agreed with that statement.

But at the same time, both boys had been working on getting Matt ready for his initiation. When they were all at the hot springs naked, the two would talk Matt into bending over and letting them slide a finger inside his tight hole. Of course in the beginning Matt refused but finally allowed it as he figured a boy's finger wasn't anything like the size of a man's cock. Surprisingly, it slipped inside without any real discomfort. It felt strange but it felt good too. It had started him thinking that maybe getting fucked wasn't so bad. There was that first time that he worried about it. He tried to convince himself he could do it, but fear still won. Mike and Chris stated that Matt should lose his cherry before they went to Kalauka Island.

This morning was Saturday. Soon they would get to meet Troy and finally discard the old clothing they had been wearing since the night they left the ranch and put on something new. Also, they were now just five days away from going to Kalauka Island. Everyone, especially John, was anxious to find out if Chief Haoa was willing to bring three additional boys into their very secretive lifestyle. John hoped the answer was yes. He didn't want to see the disappointment in the boys and would be tugged into deciding whether to go to the ceremony or stay with his new family. While waiting for Troy, John had the boys locate coconuts that had fallen and place them in the wagon reserved for that. He explained Troy would take the fruit and distribute it to any needy family he came across.

John brought out some ice cream to celebrate the first week the boys had been on his island. Their spirits had risen, fear was being replaced with love, and a new world of sex was being introduced to them.

There was no further news on the Internet about the ranch fire which made the boys feel more at ease about anyone looking for them. They jokingly commented that they were probably considered dead. "Nobody goes looking for dead people," Mike reasonably concluded.

Shortly after noon, the sound of the helicopter could be heard as it approached the landing pad. John and the boys, pulling the wagon full of coconuts, waited until the craft landed and the blades had come to a complete stop.

John motioned for the boys to stay put as he approached the helicopter as Troy was getting out. "Good to see you my friend," was the greeting from John as both shook hands. The pilot couldn't help but glance over and see the three boys, fully dressed in their old clothes from the ranch.

"Good to see you, John. I wasn't expecting a greeting committee. So these are the lucky boys."

Motioning the boys to come closer, he introduced them to the pilot. "Yes Troy, they are lucky. This one is Mike," as the boy extended his hand and greeted the pilot. "This one is Chris and this is Matt," the hand-shaking repeated.

"You know John, after everything you shared with me and your desire for solitude, the last thing I expected to see was you with three boys."

"It wasn't planned, Troy. It was here or a horrible fate."

"I guess you're right. But first things first. Bring that wagon over and put those coconuts inside in an empty corner. Both men observed the boys working in unison as they unloaded the cart. When they were finished, Troy spoke. "Now before you go, I have something I think you've been waiting for." Troy reached inside and brought out boxes that contained the new clothing the boys wanted. "I don't know who gets what, so you'll have to separate everything." The boys were excited. Finally some clothes of their own.

"Put the boxes in the wagon and head back to the house. Make sure everything is hung up or put in a drawer." When the boys were out of earshot, John and Troy started a slow walk to the house.

"Since we talked last Wednesday, I kept an ear open in case I heard anything regarding your boys. But thankfully I didn't. Maybe they have been considered lost at sea and that's the end of that."

"Do you believe that? A man who went through all that effort, and I'm sure a great deal of money, will want proof, even if it's the dead bodies."

"I don't know what to tell you. All my life I've known about Lam Sin and how he was feared. You don't build a reputation like that across hundreds of miles unless there's some truth to it."

"What kind of story do you think the Captain gave Lam Sin in regards to what happened?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. If he intended to save the boys from Lam Sin, I'm sure he had arrangements made to flee somewhere where he couldn't be found."

As the two men were getting closer to the house, Troy spotted the lifeboat parked under a covering. "John, get rid of that. Burn it preferably. You may think it can't be seen, but I see it as a beacon telling Lam Sin the boys are here."

"I hadn't given it any thought since bringing it there. I'll burn it tonight."

"Good, now I know it's none of my business what your plans are for the boys. But if you decide to keep them here, may I suggest a few things?"

"Of course, Troy. I trust you and appreciate whatever advice you can give."

"First, get new identity papers for them. They need to cover every moment of their lives, from birth certificates to vaccination records, school documents, passports, and anything else you can think of. They can be Mike, Chris and, Matt while here on this island, but everywhere else they are different children."

"Wow! I haven't even thought of that. But how do you get such documents?"

"I know of someone my father used to deal with. His handiwork is so good, no one has ever spotted a forgery."

"Troy, I don't want to drag you into this. I'm beginning to realize this isn't a Disney movie rated 'G'. This is real life and death."

"Don't worry about it. I'll help however I can. But you're starting to understand. Fate has put this upon you. Those boys have nowhere else to go. Their lives are literally in your hands. You must do whatever it takes, even illegally, to protect them. Now next time I come here, I'll get whatever information from the boys that I need to get the paperwork started."

"I imagine this will be expensive."

"Very. You're not making up one life from scratch, but three. Expect a six-figure tab."

"Whew! Okay, whatever it takes," he said as they both approached the house and went inside, just in time to see the three boys in their new outfits. "What do we have here? Did three more boys just land on the island?"

The boys laughed and again thanked Troy for delivering the new clothes.

"I was just the delivery boy. It's John you need to thank. But I must admit you guys look good."

The men sat on chairs while the boys parked themselves on the floor. John looked directly at the pilot. "Okay, Troy. We're all in suspense. Did you get to pass my request to Chief Haoa about bringing these boys along?"

"You must have impressed his son Aukai to even extend such an invitation. And he was there when I passed it along?" He got a questioning look from John. "I didn't give him a lot of details, just that an accident landed three boys on your island and they were staying with you a while." Aukai seemed to accept that. Anyhow, I had to wait while Aukai went to the village to ask his Father. It must have been a long discussion as I waited for nearly an hour. I was ready to take off when the boy came back and said his father permitted you to bring your boys."

This got a yell of happiness from the three boys and a sigh of relief from John. When everyone settled down, Troy announced he had to leave. "I have other stops I have to make." Saying goodbye to the boys, he and John walked back to the landing pad.

As they shook hands, John became sincere. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you. From the first moment I met you as you helped me in securing this island to sending a message on my behalf to Chief Haoa, it seems I'm always in your debt."

"Hey, that's what friends are for. I know a lot of people in Majuro and have a good relationship with all the islands I visit, but it is mostly business-related. Having a real friend is what counts." Getting a nod of the head from John, the pilot boarded his craft, started it up, and in a few moments lifted up and away heading to his next destination.

John returned to the house and called all the boys together. "After dinner tonight, we're going to drag that lifeboat over to the bonfire pit, break it into as many small pieces as we can, and then burn it." Surprisingly the boys agreed to the idea.

"As long as that boat was here, it would always remind us of what happened before we landed here," Mike shared, getting agreements from Chris and Matt.

The man also explained that new identities would be made for whenever they were off the island and into their future. "You once asked if this island would always be your home. I hope you'll call it home. But sooner or later you'll be like little birds ready to leave the nest. It's my hope you'll go to college in America," getting strange looks from the boys. "But that's six or more years away. By then Lam Sin would have surely forgotten about you, having never found a trace. You'll be able to go where ever you want without fear of the past catching up with you." The boys nodded their heads. They were feeling more confident about their futures.

"All right, let's plan dinner and before it gets dark, burn that lifeboat."

Chapter Thirteen
Excitement Ahead/Troy's Revelation

After an exciting afternoon talking about the upcoming visit to Kalauka Island, everyone proceeded to dinner. The conversation continued with the boys asking questions to John.

"Guys, this will be my first visit also. I'm just as nervous and excited as you are. The one thing I'm pretty sure about is that we'll be naked for at least 24 hours." That got a reaction from the trio as they had accepted the fact they would be nude while in the Kalaukan village but hadn't given any thought to how long. John continued. "I know I haven't pushed on what amount of clothing you should wear here. Right now, you're content with just removing your shirts. Are you trying for a new tan line?" getting chuckles all around. "Between now and Thursday you might consider getting used to being naked outdoors before we leave here. Thinking of being naked on Kalauka Island and running in the nude there morning, noon and night are two very different scenarios."

There was quiet for several moments as the boys thought about what John had said. They hadn't any timeline on when they would shed all clothing and live a nudist lifestyle. It was the quick-witted Mike who commented. "You pervert, you just want to see us naked all the time," getting a laugh from everyone.

"And why shouldn't I? I have three sexy boys here. Why wouldn't I want to see them naked and think of all the sex we've done and are going to do?"

Mike and Chris smiled, but Matt had a more serious look on his face. John tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "I understand your hesitation, Matt. Chris and Mike told me you had an ugly-looking wart on your butt," getting the biggest laugh yet and a blush from the third.

"I do not. I've been naked at the hot springs."

"So I've heard. Even if I'm a 'pervert' as Mike keeps reminding me, you need to get used to someone always looking at you. On Kalauka Island, you're going to have boys, girls, men, and women of all ages seeing you naked. You're best to start getting used to it now." Matt knew John was right and nodded his head. If he was going to lose his cherry before the trip, being naked in front of the man should be the first step.

"Are you looking forward to taking Aukai's cherry?" Chris asked with a grin.

"I am, but remember this is part of an important ritual. It symbolizes the transition from boy to man. And I'm sure there's more to this "Rite of Manhood" than just taking a cherry."

Although Mike and Chris responded with comments on John's upcoming honor of deflowering a boy from another island, Matt was creeping closer and closer to deciding to give up his virginity. Mike and Chris had stated he should do it before leaving for Kalauka Island. So sometime in the next five days, he would have to take the big step. He not only worried about still being a virgin boy on this trip, but probably all the older boys on Kalauka Island would have had their cherries taken. He would feel like an outcast. So he kept telling himself he was not a baby. If Mike and Chris could do it, so could he.

As the meal concluded John announced. "There's one more item we need to take care of." The man repeated Troy's suggestion that the lifeboat is burned so that it wasn't accidentally discovered. "Before it gets too dark, let's pull the lifeboat over to the bonfire area. There's a chainsaw in the shed. I'll cut it up and you guys throw the pieces in the fire. We'll drag it by hand through the water, so pick what you want to wear."

The boys understood. After cleaning up from the meal, they went and put on a different set of new clothes they wanted to try. Soon, all four proceeded to the covered lifeboat. Before moving the boat, John removed all the survival gear that was inside and never used. He didn't know if any of it would be of any future use but thought it would be a waste having those items burned. Attaching a rope, they pulled it out about 20 feet into the water making sure the bottom wasn't dragging anywhere. John got a chainsaw and filled a gallon container with fuel and set it inside the small craft. Grabbing the rope, everyone pulled and headed in the direction of where its existence would soon end. The boys were waist-deep in the ocean, but they chatted and laughed among themselves as they pulled the craft the approximate 200 feet to where the first pit was located passing the house along the way.

It wasn't long before they reached their destination and dragged the lifeboat onto the beach. The boys then gathered wood from nearby to help start the fire as John, using the chainsaw, began sawing into the wooden framework. After a few pieces had been cut, everyone grabbed some of the wood scraps and threw them into the bonfire circle. John poured most of the gasoline he had brought over the wood. Standing back, he threw a match. The fire erupted with a roar and soon the boys were yelling and laughing as more and more of their last connection to Lam Sin was fed to the inferno. John told the boys everything was going to be burned, including the lifejackets. He didn't save those as he knew the boys would surely be reminded of the 24 hours alone in the ocean.

John's arms were tired as he cut the last section that was small enough for the boys to carry and throw into the fire. Then, everyone sat silently, each with their thoughts, especially the three young boys, as they observed, being consumed by the flames, what they hoped was the last chapter of their nightmarish journey from the ranch to the ship and thankfully to safety and happiness with John on Paradise Island.

The sun had set and the area around the bonfire was eerily lit as the flames continued to devour the last of the wood. Making sure there was no danger of the dying fire jumping the rock perimeter, John called it a day and everyone began the walk back to the house.

***

The next three days were surprisingly normal if you call three hyperactive 12-year-old boys normal. John pretty much went back to his routine before the boys' arrival. He supervised each boy as they learned their chores, especially around the equipment that gave the island electricity and clean water. When satisfied, he let them use the rest of the day for whatever they wanted to do. Again shirtless, the three would head out exploring more of the island. He smiled when he saw them taking towels, knowing where their destination was and what sexual frolics they would get involved with.

John wasn't sure what the boys talked about that Sunday afternoon, but he was surprised when two naked boys entered the house. Matt was still using a towel to wrap around his body. "There, are you happy?" Mike said with a grin accompanied by Chris' laughing. Only Matt remained quiet.

"I can see why Lam Sin wanted you so badly. There couldn't be three sexier-looking boys in the whole world. But now you'll enjoy the ocean breeze and tropical sunlight. Your entire body will be healthier."

"What about you?" Mike asked, and John knew what he meant.

"You're right, this applies to everyone, including me," the man conceded removing his clothing and stood naked with the three boys. Of course, Mike and Chris had seen him naked before in the evening bedroom sex, but for Matt, it was the first time he ever saw an adult male with no clothing on. "Not as sexy as you three," John put in.

Mike, always looking for a quick comment to jab in, tilted his head as he looked at the man. "You're alright for an old guy," getting chuckles from the other boys. John spoke to the so-far quiet preteen.

"What do you think Matt?" Does all this frighten you? There's no forcing here. You want to put some clothes back on, that's fine."

The boy vigorously shook his head. "This is all new to me; the talk of sex, being naked. I was afraid you wouldn't like me."

"What's there not to like? As a boylover, I see a very handsome boy. The fact that hopefully one day he will allow me to see him naked for the first time will be a great honor. And if we go further, we'll be as close as two can be." John paused for a moment. "I can't replace, or will even try to replace, your parents. That was a special relationship and love only you have to remember. Here, I'm hoping you'll receive a new love, just as wonderful as before." John saw tears in the boy's eyes and before he could say another word was shocked when Matt came up and hugged him." He returned the gesture as Mike and Chris looked quietly on.

Stepping back, Matt looked at John. "Mike says he wants to sleep with you tonight." He took a couple of deep breaths before saying what he thought he never would. "But I want you to take my cherry before we go to Kalauka Island." After saying that he removed the towel and presented himself in the buff to John.

Chris and Mike moved forward and hugged Matt. All John said was, "I'd be honored. And my guess was right. You are a sexy-looking boy."

So from then on a nudist lifestyle started. It was decided no clothing was allowed indoors. Outdoors was optional depending on the weather.

John was happy that in just a week, three young boys were now fully committed to a sexual lifestyle on Paradise Island. With Matt agreeing to try anal sex, and after enjoying the deflowering of Chris and Mike, his cock itched to feel the same tight virgin opening of the third boy.

But he did get a surprise when Mike stated that he wanted to spend the night with him. He explained. "I want to try it again and see if it hurts more or less and how I feel after a second fucking."

"That's kind of a crude way of approaching it, but I'll be more than happy to help you analyze your experience to make the proper conclusions," getting a laugh from the boy.

As bedtime approached, Chris and Matt stated they would sleep together again.

"I want to do my part," Matt whispered to Chris. "I want to suck you."

Chris beamed. "I'd like that very much. And I look forward to making you feel good too," as both boys said goodnight to John and Mike and proceeded to the shower.

In John's bedroom, the man was once again enjoying the soft smooth body of the boy. When he told him to turn over, he spread the ass cheeks and saw that the opening had returned to its closed state. "It looks like everything turned out okay. I'm guessing that since there were no bad side effects from the first time, you should be able to enjoy this as often as you want."

"Lucky you," Mike replied with a grin.

John laughed. "And you. Don't forget that whatever we do is for both persons to enjoy."

As the man gave the signal for the boy to get in the same position he did when he lost his anal virginity, the boy made a request. "Can you lie on your back and kind of let me sit on it?"

John smiled. "Boy, you did see a lot of man/boy porn when you were home."

"Well it was also on the videos we saw at the ranch. You and I can look at each other while we're doing it."

"I like it. The more variety we use, the more we will enjoy the sex."

Mike grabbed the Vaseline and applied a coat to the man's stiff shaft. Facing John and squatting into position, he felt the head of John's cock make contact with his opening. Taking a deep breath he started to push down. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt some pain."

"Does it hurt too much? We can try the way we did it the first time or another day."

"No John. It hurts, but not as bad as the last time." Mike pushed down and gasped as he felt his anal ring give way and the man's cock went through. John used both hands to grab the boy and help him ease his way down. But the 12-year-old took a deep breath and continued sliding deeper and deeper until he felt himself sitting on John.

"You did it! I'm completely inside you. How are you doing?"

"I'm okay. The pain's going away quicker than the last time. Now all I feel is your cock inside me."

"Take your time when you want to continue."

Taking another deep breath, Mike raised himself until only the head was inside him. Then he let gravity take over as he plopped down on the man. "Am I doing all right?"

"More than all right. Let me take over," as he raised the boy until only the head was inside the anal opening. Then John pumped his hips up and down as he began to truly fuck the boy. Mike closed his eyes. Now he was feeling more the pleasure of what it was like to have a grown man's cock inside him. He surprised John by adding to the downstroke with more force as he tried to get every inch inside him. After a while, John lifted the boy off him, placed him on his knees at the edge of the bed, and rammed his 6-inch tool deep inside the young boy.

"Oh, that feels good. Push harder John," as the man increased his pace.

John reached around and stroked the stiff boy cock already dripping with pre-cum. He knew Mike was ready to release. As soon as he felt the wet slippery boy jizz start to shoot from the boy, he gave one last mighty shove as deep as he could go inside the boy and shot several streams of his cum. Man and boy were in orgasmic heaven as both cocks continued to empty their balls. When it seemed there was no more to give, Mike collapsed on the bed with John on top of him, cock still inside.

"Don't take it out yet, please. I like it inside me, even soft."

The man kissed the back of the neck of the boy, but soon with all the jizz trying to leak out, his cock slowly slid outside, whereupon he lay next to the boy. Looking at Mike, he smiled. "That was wonderful."

"Better than Roberto?"

"Roberto was good, but he had lots of experience. I think he was just trying to be nice to me for helping him. You and I, we did this for love. Are you sore," as the boy turned so John could see his anal entrance. Yes, it was gaping due to the stretching it took, but there was no redness as the first time. "You look fine. Are you in any pain?"

"No, just feel empty inside. Is this how I should feel?"

"If you enjoy this type of sex, yes. You can look forward to it as often as you like. That's what makes it beautiful. And when you do it with someone you care about, it can't help but feel great."

"Let's shower together," the boy got up off the bed and surprised John with that statement. The man had yet to shower with one of the boys. In the shower, after they had soaped and help wash each other off, John got a shock from Mike. The 12-year-old bent over and took John's cock and placed it in his mouth.

"You don't have to do that Mike. You've given me enough pleasure already." But the boy continued. It was a learning experience as he had only seen pictures and videos, but he tried. John leaned against the shower wall as new sensations began to overtake him and he soon felt himself on the verge. "You better stop Mike. I'm about to cum." But the boy kept going. A moment later Mike felt what every other boy throughout history felt when they gave oral sex to a man to its conclusion. The thick spunk started filling his mouth. The boy didn't have time to taste it but kept swallowing as fast as he could. Some did spill out being washed away by the shower. When the last dribble finished, Mike licked the cock as though cleaning it.

John looked glassy-eyed, wondering what happened. He looked at Mike, but didn't say a word and just hugged him. No words were spoken as both dried, returned to the bedroom, and changed the linen. Mike began thinking he did something wrong. It wasn't until both were in bed that the man spoke.

"Why? You didn't have to do that?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not. But this wasn't something I was expecting you to do for a while yet. Hey kiddo, we're not on a schedule or a deadline. Hopefully, we have years of being together, getting older, and learning more about one another, in and out of bed. So what did you think of the taste?"

Mike kind of scrunched up his face. "It's okay. Like the rest of sex, I'll get used to it. But it would have been better if it had a chocolate flavoring to it," getting a big laugh from John

So after the shower and a change of bed linen, it wasn't but moments before both man and boy were fast asleep.

***

It was a beautiful Monday morning that greeted everyone. It was the start of a new chapter of life on Paradise Island as everyone was naked. Of course, at breakfast, the conversation started about the previous evening's sex activities. "There was hardly any pain. I bet next time I won't feel any at all," Mike shared. Then he shared the big news about doing oral on John.

"You sucked his cock? How was it? What about the taste?"

John had heard enough. "Guys, I'm trying to enjoy my breakfast. I don't mind a summary of what you did last night, but let's not go overboard."

"Sorry John," Mike said. Then looking at Chris he whispered, "I'll tell you later."

Then Chris asked the man, "Can I tell you about last night?"

"Go ahead," John granted. There was just no way to get around it. For the time being, sex would be the main topic of discussion. But he had no one to blame but himself. He felt like Frankenstein creating new monsters brought to life by the power of sex.

"Matt sucked me," was the announcement. Everyone looked at the boy in question.

"Great!" was Mike's comment. "How was it?"

"It wasn't that hard. Chris said he enjoyed it and when he squirted in my mouth it didn't taste bad at all."

"He was good at it. And of course, I did him. His cum tastes good too," getting a slight blush from the boy.

John got up from the table. "That's it. I know I created junior perverts, but you three in just a week have become non-stop sex addicts," as the boys laughed.

As John left and went to the porch, Mike asked Matt, "Do you think you're ready to lose your cherry?"

"I'm not as scared as I was. I know it will be rough the first time, but I guess that happens with all boys. It's like a sort of initiation. And you," pointing at Mike, "seem to be enjoying it more."

"I did and I did it differently last night."

"What do you mean different?" from Chris.

So the boy told how he controlled the entry of John's cock into his ass by impaling himself.

"That's right," Chris recalled something. "I forgot we saw one of the boys doing that when we watched the videos at the ranch."

"Come on," Mike started as he got up from the table. "Let's clean these dishes up, do our chores, and explore the island some more.

A little later John spotted the boys heading out of the house, naked, and holding towels. "Back to the hot springs," John surmised.

It was the ringing of the cell phone that caught John by surprise a couple of hours later. It was from Troy. "Hi Troy, this is a surprise, everything okay?"

"John, can I come by and talk to you?"

"Of course. You're not just a delivery person, you're my friend. Is anything wrong?"

"My schedule Saturday didn't give the extra time I wanted to share with you, especially after Lam Sin's name was brought up."

John froze for a moment. "Lam Sin. Does he know about me and the boys?"

"No, no! This has to do with me. Is an hour from now all right?"

"I'll be waiting for you," as the connection broke.

John found the boys and told them Troy was coming, to get dressed in case they met. Getting dressed, he waited at the landing pad. After the copter engine had shut down, John invited the pilot to the porch. John explained the boys were probably in the hot springs. "They've taken a liking to that place. What's bothering you, my friend? I've never seen you like this."

"I never thought I would have to bring up the topic of Lam Sin. I still have nightmares." He looked at his friend. "Once a boy ends up in the clutches of that man, he's never seen from again."

"What do you mean?" John feeling uncomfortable about what Troy was about to say.

"For years he's had a steady stable of young boys to molest and abuse to his heart's content. When he grows tired of them, he gets replacements."

John knew he shouldn't have asked. "And what becomes of those he grows tired off."

"They're murdered, bodies disposed of where no one will ever find them."

"Oh my God! What kind of a man does things like that?

"That's why when you said your boys were destined for Lam Sin, I grew afraid. They look like wonderful 12-year-olds. You must protect them at all costs. In all the years, only one boy ever left that place alive."

"I will, but you stated Sunday that with the lifeboat burned, it eliminated any chance of the boys being spotted here. And when you were coming here this Saturday, I wanted you to get the ball rolling on new identity papers. Is there still a danger?"

"I think you've cut down a lot of the possibilities. But I wanted you to know, really know, what a monster this man is."

"I believe you. But how do you know so much about him? Has he been kidnapping a lot of boys from around here?"

Troy took a while before answering. He then looked at John. "My father once worked for Lam Sin. He helped smuggle goods in by falsifying shipping records and import/export bills of lading." John was stunned but didn't say anything. "My father also gambled a lot. He got into debt and Lam Sin paid his casino bills. When Lam Sin demanded payment, my father didn't have the money. So as collateral until my father paid back his debt, I was to live with Lam Sin. I was just 11 years old then."

John was shocked. Up until a week ago, he hadn't even heard of this evil man. And yet here was a friend who was forced to live with him. He quietly asked, "How long?"

"It took almost six months before my father fully repaid Lam Sin and I was allowed to go home."

"You're the only one you said that ever left alive from there?"

Troy nodded his head. "Until the day he died, my father kept begging me to forgive him for what he put me through. Of course, I did. He was my father. He knew what Lam Sin had done to me. After meeting your boys, for the past two nights, I was having nightmares recalling what happened to me and glad your boys didn't make it to Singapore."

John felt himself trembling. In front of him stood a man who at the age of 11 was forced to be Lam Sin's sex toy for half a year. He could only imagine what he had to go through servicing the sexual needs of that man and at the same time wondering if and when he would ever get out of that place and see his father again. He was the only boy who had seen the man, in a perverted atmosphere of sexual abuse and undoubtedly pain, and survived. "I'm sorry Troy. I can't begin to understand what you had to go through."

Troy looked back at John and smiled. "That was a long time ago. You're the first I ever mentioned this to. And don't worry; I don't have any connections with Lam Sin. Before he died, my father passed this helicopter transport business to me. I just wanted you to know what kind of a monster you're dealing with."

John and Troy got up and started heading back to the helicopter. There was one nagging question burning that he needed to know. "Troy, you said you were the only boy that left the clutches of Lam Sin. How long were they boys there before Lam Sin got 'tired' of them?"

The pilot just slowly shook his head. "It varied. Some boys were enjoyed more than others. Some, knowing what awaited them, tried to please him despite the abuse and pain. The boys were only playthings until he got tired of them. Many were only there for a few months. Then they disappeared. I've tried not to think of that. I stayed there longer than usual because of the deal my father made to repay Lam Sin in return for his son. He grew tired of me after a while, so I just stayed locked up with the other new arrivals. I can still see in my mind several of the boys who were in the same room as myself and then one day never saw them again."

John was horrified. Young innocent boys ripped from their family and home, sent to a man who only saw them as a means of obtaining sexual satisfaction. And when he grew tired of them, they were discarded. He tried not to think of the word, but there was no escaping it. The boys were murdered, killed in cold blood, probably buried in some unknown unmarked grave or dumped in the ocean. Their families would never know what befell their sons.

Troy, anxious to change the subject, asked his friend, "Are you and the boys excited about going to Kalauka Island?" As though on cue, the three boys from a nearby hill yelled their greetings to the pilot. After waving back, the young man grew somber. "They'll never know how close they were to a living nightmare. The Captain, and now you, are their saviors." Getting up, Troy looked at John. "I'll be waiting for your call Wednesday and delivery Saturday to hear all about your visit to Kalauka Island."

As the helicopter slowly disappeared from view, the boys came down to the landing pad. "Why was Troy here?" Chris asked. John decided to be upfront with them and repeated what the pilot shared. The facial expressions of the boys were a mixture of shock and fear. Although everyone had been guessing what happened to boys sexually when taken to Lam Sin, here was an eye-witness who saw the horror in person. Boys were killed when they provided no further pleasure to the man. This nightmare was what had awaited these three boys.

"You will never mention this to Troy. It was hard enough for him having to recall what happened to him and the others. I would have never guessed it based on his personality today. What he went through and how he has kept it all suppressed inside him I'll never know. If anything, he has earned a great deal more respect from me. If it had happened to me, I don't know if I would ever be the same again."

"Why did he decide to tell you John?" the question came from Mike.

"He only knew about you a couple of days ago. When I told him you were on your way to Lam Sin, he decided to share what kind of a monster that man is and what he went through." The boys were quiet, not knowing what to say. "I'm looking at this as a good sign. Troy knows all the islands around here and hears the gossips and stories. If there is anything he picks up that looks like we're in danger, I'm sure he'll let us know."

"Are we safe here?" Matt asked, his voice barely heard.

"Yes, we are," John replied with a voice of confidence. "No one knows you're here. It's been over a week, so Lam Sin must have come to the conclusion something happened to you. Over time, he'll have to accept the fact he lost the three of you and move on." The man looked at his new family. "Enough talk. No more discussion about Lam Sin. But I do have a question for all of you," as the boys looked at the man. "Why aren't I seeing three naked boys running around the beach?" as laughter broke out and the boys returned to the house to undress and continue their nudist lifestyle.

John went to the house and also got naked. He sat in front of his computer mainly to access his financial portfolio and see how he was doing. A large chunk of money was going to have to be spent protecting the boys with new identifications. He scrolled on the news and froze.

Investigators Believe Arson And Kidnapping Behind Explosion In California Dessert

'San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department and Barstow Police announce that Fire investigators have determined the cause of the intense fire that destroyed a ranch about 20 miles west of the city. Traces of thermite, made from aluminum and ferric oxide, was reportedly discovered as the components of what some officials are calling a military-type firebomb explosion. Officials would not confirm reports that parts of a triggering device were found among what some are saying is just a pile of ashes that once was a large six-bedroom, three-bath ranch home. Once ignited, thermite can melt steel. No human remains have been found, leading authorities to suspect the destruction of the ranch was a cover-up, possibly involving the kidnapping of the three boys that had been placed in the foster family care. Adding to that speculation was the fact that the caseworker of the boys in question, and responsible for placing them at that foster home, disappeared shortly after the explosion and has not been located. Although no one would officially go on record, a conspiracy has been rumored. An all-points bulletin has been issued for the foster family and caseworker and an Amber alert initiated for the three missing boys.'

John felt his heart beating a little faster. He tried not to overthink what's going on. But he couldn't help for a moment feel like he, the boys, and Paradise Island were in the middle of a vise: Lam Sin coming from the west and American authorities coming from the east, slowly squeezing in on them.

Chapter Fourteen
The Last Cherry/Ready For Kalauka Island

No matter how tense a situation is, one can always find an escape, if you're a boylover, with a nice naked youth lying in bed with you. John quickly forgot the revelations about Lam Sin and the Internet news article about the continuing investigation at the ranch. His hands were enjoying a preteen boy lying there next to him. Chris's eyes were closed as he let his body absorb the feelings John's touch was giving him. He unashamedly spread his legs as the man stroked his hard boy cock and played with the smooth ball sack. When he was told to turn over, he eagerly waited for what was to be his second anal invasion. Although losing his virginity hurt, he was beginning to understand what Mike was trying to tell him. He felt empty inside. His ass muscle kept squeezing as though seeking something to grab on to. He was in heaven. If this is what it feels to be molested, he wanted more.

So Monday's sex with a boy ended the same way it had done the previous evening with Mike. Generously greasing John's manhood, Chris positioned himself facing his friend as at first, he felt his tight opening make contact with the man's cock. Taking a couple of deep breaths he slowly pushed himself down. He instantly stopped as his anal opening grabbed the head of its invader.

"You're doing great Chris," John encouraged. "Take your time. I want it to be good for you also." Nodding his head, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, Chris pushed further. It hurt. But somehow based on the first time, he was expecting it and seemed to be handling it better. The boy gave John a slight grin and slowly proceeded to go deeper until with a sigh he felt his butt make contact with John. "You did it! How does it feel?" was asked of the boy.

"The pain is starting to go away, faster than last time. Does it feel good to you?"

"Great! My cock is sending me signals what a tight grip you're giving it. Let me know when you're ready to continue."

The boy nodded his head and slowly raised himself and slid back down again. Chris was surprised that there was hardly any pain. He did it again. Now it was the sensation that Mike shared with him, that he wanted John's cock deep inside him, even if it did hurt some.

Although John enjoyed Chris's slow up and down, he needed to feel the more frequent harder pounding that would lead to the floodgates opening and a large amount of cum shooting inside the boy. He told the boy to lean forward as they were inches from each other. "I'll take over from here. If it's too much, let me know."

For the next several moments Chris felt the piston pounding motion of John's cock, pulling almost out of his ass and then plunging in hard trying to find the innermost depths of the boy. After the man was buried in him all the way he pulled out some, then he pushed back in. At first, it hurt but John did not stop and after a few deep strokes Chris was feeling good being fucked. He recalled when John took his cherry that this same pounding occurred. But at that time he was focusing on trying to handle the pain as his ass was getting used to accepting the man's cock. But now something different was happening. The pain had nearly disappeared. He wanted John's cock inside him. He surprised himself, and John, by pushing down at the same time John shoved his cock into the boy. He now wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. He felt himself moaning and saw the happy look on the man's face as again his cock pushed deep inside.

John was surprised. Although Mike gradually increased the tempo of their fucking, he wasn't expecting Chris to desire the same hard pounding. Maybe all boys are like that. Once they get a taste of anal sex, especially with a man, they get hooked on it and want more. John hoped that would be the case with all three boys. No complaints though as he felt his balls churning readying a batch of man cream. He reached down, grabbed the boy's cock, and vigorously started stroking.

Chris now understood completely the experience that Mike had. His ass was feeling better and better and now his cock was being coaxed to release its boy juice. "I'm going to cum John," the boy stated, eyes closed, body motionless as the piston pounding continued. Then in a minute of split timing, he felt his boyhood released its load over John's hand at the same time he felt several strong squirts of semen ejaculated deep inside him. It was like a symphony as both man and boy floated on an orgasmic rollercoaster and at the same time both moaned their pleasures of reaching that ultimate peak. As both separated and lay side by side sweaty from the just-completed sex, John reached over to hug the boy. "That was wonderful."

"I did all right?"

"You did better than all right. I wanted you to discover this world of sex between a boy and a man. What you experienced has been practiced for over 2000 years. It was a glorious union between two people. Poor families were always looking for someone to raise their son in a respectable trade. Some became carpenters, others sculptors and some lucky ones were squires to knights. And it was known right from the start that part of the boy's duties was to please his master."

"But we can't do that today," Chris lamented.

"Sadly, many boys will never experience the youthful sexual pleasures being with a man can provide. Only a very few lucky ones will," John said with a smile as he looked at Chris.

"Mike, Matt and I," Chris answered with a smile.

"And if what we heard is true, so do the boys and girls of Kalauka Island," getting an understanding nod of the head. "Come on, time to shower and change the bedding."

While showering Chris thought of what Mike had said about sucking John's cock. He decided to wait until another time to taste the man's jizz. His ass had received plenty as it took what seemed like forever to drain every drop left inside.

***

John again woke up to the sound of the boys' voices and the rattling of dishes. Realizing he slept in late again, being 9:00, he quickly got up, dressed, and headed to the kitchen where the three boys, totally naked were having a bowl of cereal. The three gave him a stare until he realized that by habit, he had gotten dressed. With a sheepish smile, he removed his clothing and joined them at the table. "Sorry. When I woke up and heard your voices I just went into automatic mode and got dressed.

"Weren't you naked all the time before we landed here?" asked Mike.

"I usually shed my clothes before I went outdoors. The ocean breeze and sunlight were what I wanted to feel."

"Do you want us to only take off our clothes when we go outside?" Chris asked with a grin.

"This is different. We all agreed to total nudity when possible." Then giving a grin in return he added. "I didn't have naked boys to look at all the time before you three arrived."

Mike changed the subject. "Chris said he enjoyed the sex last night with you."

"I enjoyed it just as much." Looking at Chris he asked the boy if he was alright from the anal pounding.

"I'm okay. I was telling Mike how I understood more what he meant about how it felt to have you inside us."

"Good, but I want to slow the pace, especially if anal sex is part of it. We can enjoy each other as often as we want. But we should give our backsides time to recuperate. This is new for all of us. I also want to enjoy as much of it as possible. I know the temptation will be there, but we must take care of ourselves. The last thing I want is to rush you to the hospital because we got too rough, too soon. Besides the medical treatment aspect of it, I believe none of us want to answer some personal embarrassing questions. You two adapted well after just doing this twice. We're not on a schedule. Soon what we do will be 100% pleasure." The boys seemed to understand and nodded their heads.

"Now two announcements to make; One, tonight is the last night for sex. Tomorrow we turn in early to be refreshed for Thursday morning when we travel to Kalauka Island. Save your sexual energy for whatever you might encounter," getting chuckles from everyone.

The man's announcement caused Matt to make his decision. "John, tonight I want to lose my cherry." That got a "good for you" and 'way to go Matt" from Mike and Chris.

John looked at the boy. "Are you sure? You don't have to lose it as a condition for going to Kalauka Island. It will be a real test just spending 24 hours naked among a group of people."

"No, I want to do it. I've listened to Chris and Matt go through it two nights with you. And they want to do it some more. I just don't want to cry and act like a baby because of the pain."

"Come here," John told the boy as Matt got up from his chair and stood next to the man. "How many times have you heard me say I don't believe in forcing anyone to do anything they don't want?"

"A lot of times," came the reply.

"This is the only time where there may be some pain back here," as John patted the boy's ass. "It's a part of the body that originally wasn't meant to be invaded by a cock. When it was first tried, it was like a woman losing her virginity. But with a woman, she not only feels pain but bleeds from a tearing inside. In a boy, your ass muscle is being asked to stretch like it never did before. It won't like it and will let you know by the pain you get. But if done slowly and with love, we can keep the pain level as low as possible. I'm not going to lie, Matt. It will hurt. But as I'm sure you've heard from Mike and Chris, it's less the next time and then strangely, you 'want' to feel it inside you."

Matt looked at his two 'brothers'. "Yes, Mike and now Chris said they felt empty when you weren't doing it to them."

Mike looked at Matt. "Do you think we'd ask John to do it again to us if all we got was pain and nothing else?" Matt shook his head. Mike continued. "It looked horrible in the video at the ranch because we thought Bruce and Kevin were going to fuck us. And before we got to know John better, his desire to do it to us also sounded a little scary. But we trusted him and we learned there is more to sex than just sucking cocks. By the way, I did like us sucking each other off last night. Your sperm tasted good."

"Okay guys, if we have no more morning business, let's finish breakfast and get started with our chores."

When the boys went outside, the first thing John did was log in to the Internet and see if there was any update on the ranch fire. Surprisingly, the first thing that popped up was seven photographs. Three were of the boys on his island. They looked like photos taken from a school yearbook. The next three he assumed were Mrs. Janice and her sons Bruce and Kevin. Mrs. Janice looked like the motherly matron type the boys described and John wondered how she allowed herself to get involved in sending three innocent boys to what would have been a nightmare of sexual abuse and possibly death? The brothers didn't seem out of place, yet they too had to have had an indifference to what awaited the three boys. The last photo John assumed was the caseworker. What motivated these four to participate in this scheme? It had to be money and lots of it.

John then searched the Internet for Lam Sin. Surprisingly there wasn't very much. There was no photograph. The man was 65 years old. He was a very private individual with investments mainly in shipping, but also many Asian stocks. There were rumors he controlled much of the prostitution in that area. Although very seldom seen, he was known to be a generous philanthropist. "Probably to keep all the authorities in his pocket," John said out loud. He had a huge gated estate in Singapore. The rest of the article just went into specifics of his financial empire. Although rumored to be a billionaire, Lam Sin refused to have his name listed and his wealth revealed. "Makes sense," John thought out loud. "The less you know about him, the more difficult to connect him with some of the atrocities involving young boys."

What John couldn't understand was why he was so obsessed with getting his hands on Mike, Chris, and Matt? His wealth, his connections, all appeared to be within Southeast Asia. So why take a risk to kidnap three American boys? From what Troy stated of his experience, new boys were brought in regularly. There was no shortage of preteen sex available to him. All John could do was make guesses. There's no point having this man constantly on his mind. The boys were safe for now. Let time diminish Lam Sin's search for them.

When the boys returned for lunch, John brought up another topic. "Have you guys thought about school?"

"Not really," Mike answered. "This is summer vacation," getting agreements from Chris and Matt.

"Weren't you home-schooled by Mrs. Janice?"

"Just for a month," Matt clarified. "She mainly wanted to see what we already knew for our grade level."

"But you told me Mike you wanted to be relocated, to have friends and go to school, play sports and do other things."

"That's true, but we thought we would never get off the ranch. That we were going to be stuck there."

"Like here on Paradise Island?" caused a shocked look from the boys.

"No! No! John! That's not what I meant," Mike replied. "We love it here. You're not Bruce or Kevin. We 'want' to stay here."

"Even if it means going back to school?" John asked with a slight grin, causing the boys to realize the man wasn't really serious when he made his shocking comment.

"Yes!" Chris replied. Then thought, "How?"

"When you get your new identification papers, I can register you online. You'll use the Internet to connect to a virtual classroom and learn from there."

The three boys thought about it and together nodded their heads.

John smiled. "Okay, I guess we're stuck with each other," as the boys realized for sure the man had been pulling their leg. As though on cue, three naked boys jumped on the man wrestling with him to the floor. "All right, I give. But I need to get to my computer right away."

"Why?" Matt asked.

"To pull the ad off eBay for three naked boys." The boys held him to the floor as all four laughed and wrestled. After several minutes all got up. "But seriously, you must get an education. Like I mentioned once before, I want you to go to college. From there you can live wherever you want."

"We can't come back here?" Mike asked.

"Of course you can. Right now being here is the safest bet for you. Lam Sin won't be looking for you six to ten years from now. So you'll have the whole world, including Paradise Island, to call your home." The boys seem to understand what John was trying to say. He was not only looking after them today but in the years ahead.

John then made contact with Troy to set up what supplies he would need for the next week. "You're leaving tomorrow?" the pilot asked.

"Yes, hopefully by noon."

"Aren't you concerned about what kind of secrecy the Kalaukans practice? It may not be something your boys should see or get involved with so soon after escaping from Lam Sin."

John had to stifle a laugh. If only his young friend knew what kind of a lifestyle the three boys were now living and that the Kalaukans practiced the same, he would be shocked. "I know they have their privacy and shun everything and everyone to preserve it. But seeing Aukai, and you've seen him too, I don't believe they harbor some deep dark secret that would endanger the boys or myself."

"You're probably right," Troy had to admit. "They've always been great people all the years my father and I have known them. But let me know the moment you're heading back to Paradise Island." John promised he would.

After dinner and watching the sunset, it was time for bed. Mike and Chris looked forward to sharing a bed. Matt knew the time had come. John told the boy to use the shower in the master bedroom and that he'd join him soon.

"You can do it," Chris encouraged and Mike backed him up. Matt nodded his head and headed towards John's bedroom.

"Don't worry guys," John told the two boys. "Matt will do fine. He's just as tough as you two are. He just doesn't know it yet," as Mike and Chris said goodnight.

Fifteen minutes later as John concluded his shower and entered the bedroom he spotted Matt lying under the covers. The room was almost dark. Removing his towel, he got on top of the covers next to the boy.

"Matt, the more you think about it, the harder it will be. Mike and Chris have done it twice already and they are not only getting used to it but finding the pleasure involved. I can't promise it won't hurt, but you have my word to stop if you tell me to."

"But if I don't go through with it, won't you hate me for not being like Chris and Mike?"

"Never! Every boy is different. I don't know why, but those two have approached it based on their backgrounds."

"What do you mean?"

"Mike has told you of all the child porn he saw on the Internet at home. His curiosity overcame whatever discomfort he might have so that he could learn why the boys in the movies seem to like it so much. And after two nights with him, I can tell you he doesn't care if there is any further pain. He just knows it feels good to him.

"I think Chris wants to be equal to Mike. Whatever Mike was willing to do, he would do also. But what happened was that challenge turned into a new door of pleasure. No normal kid today would think that a man's cock inside their ass would feel good. But Mike and Chris have found it does. It would be nice if this sex act didn't involve any pain, like getting your cock sucked. But maybe it's meant to be the final barrier and test to a 100% connection between man and boy.

"Your background is different from theirs. You've heard nothing good about sex, especially with a man, and the time at the ranch reinforced that. But in the week plus you've been here, look how far you've come. You're running around naked with two boys and a man. You're sucking each other's cocks. A few months ago would you have thought of this happening to you?" Matt shook his head.

There was quiet for several moments. John began to think the boy was not yet convinced this was what he wanted. As he turned over as though getting ready to go to sleep, a soft voice came from next to him. "John, you can take my cherry."

Could there be any sexier words from a virgin boy than those six? Matt was ready to give his ass to an adult male. And John was sure the boy, having heard the experiences from Mike and Chris, knew that once this important ritual was done, he belonged to him. John had read enough so-called studies by boylovers that once a cock had found its home inside a boy, it would become more of an addiction, the craving needs to not only feel a man inside him but wanting that man to control him, own him. And his reward would be the payment of man seed left inside. Thus Matt's words were telling John that he was ready to join that special group. He threw off the covers, still slightly shivering as he waited for John to begin. He tried to reconcile what he was about to face with what Mike and Chris had said. The first time was rough, but it instilled in them the desire to do more. Would Matt feel that way after tonight?

As though reading from a script, John repeated the same slow rubbing of his hands over the chest and stomach of the boy. His 3½" [9 cm] cock stood up stiff and strong. He spread his legs as he knew the man wanted full access to his cock and balls. For just a few moments he felt fingers return to his small nipples, gently squeezing them and rolling them with his fingers. The boy couldn't help it. He began moaning to this new sensation that until now he never knew existed. John went back down and massaged the thighs and legs. This indeed was another beautiful boy.

He told the boy to roll over, to lie on his stomach. The first thing John noticed was the small ass cheeks. He had the smallest ass of the three. Yet as he groped and fondled them they were jugdst as soft as on the other two boys. Matt remembered his mother hugging him and patting him on the back, but never without clothes. A different set of hands was now exploring him, like taking stock of what he was about to own. He knew the moment of truth was getting closer.

As with Mike and Chris, John told Matt he was going to try to loosen him a little so that when he first pushed inside it hopefully wouldn't hurt as much. The boy just nodded his head. He felt one finger enter and probe around. There was a little discomfort, but no pain. After several minutes he felt two fingers trying to breakthrough. This time he felt pain, but nothing he couldn't handle. And to his surprise, he felt the pain diminishing as his anal muscle got used to stretching to accommodate two of the man's fingers.

"Okay Matt, I'm going to try three fingers. It's not so much to get inside you, but to give you an idea of how my cock will feel as it makes contact with your hole." The boy just nodded his head. The boy felt his ass cheeks spread as far as it ever had as three fingers made contact with his virgin opening.

After several moments he felt a cold slippery substance being spread between his cheeks and around the soon-to-be-forced opening. He knew he was about to lose his cherry. He shivered even more. He felt John move him closer to the edge of the bed and place a pillow under his groin elevating his ass for the position needed for John to proceed.

"It's time. I'll go as slow as I can, but no matter it will still hurt. But remember this will be the worst pain you'll feel. Just like Mike and Chris, the pain started going away, and then they could handle my cock. But if you can't stand it, let me know. We'll stop and try another time."

"Please be easy on me John," was all the boy could say.

John leaned over and kissed the boy's neck. "After tonight you'll be an official member of our sex club," getting a muted muffle in return. Before the boy could think any further, he felt the cock's head pressed against his hole. Doubts were now coming to his head. He couldn't do it he told himself. He was about to turn his head and tell John that when he felt the opening of his ass give way and the cock head enter.

The man placed his hand over the boy's mouth as he sensed he was going to scream. Matt tried wiggling his body as though to expel the intruder, but John's body weight held him down. "It's okay, it's okay," he whispered in the boy's ear. This is the worse part. Relax and soon you'll feel less pain.

Matt was taking deep breaths, his fists clenching the sheets. No further word came from John. He desperately wanted the pain to go away. But all he could do was lie there and take it. John wondered if he had done the right thing. Instead of introducing the boy to another aspect of sex, he had raped him. He hoped that Matt would forgive him.

As the boy seemed to calm down, John knew the pain was getting less. It still hurt, but nothing like when John's cock first pushed through his virgin hole. "I'm going to push myself deeper into you, a little at a time. You've gone through the worst of it. Now you'll get to feel how a man's cock feels deep inside you. I'll start slow but soon will go faster until I shoot inside you. Do you understand?" as John removed his hand from the boy's mouth.

"It hurt real bad John."

"I'm sure it did. But look at it this way, you did just as good as Mike and Chris. And although it hurt the same to them, did you see how much they wanted to do it again?" getting a slow nod of the head. "Now relax, it will be over soon."

For the next few minutes, John's manhood pushed deeper and deeper into the boy. Occasionally Matt's body would jerk a little as he felt a new twinge of pain as he felt more of his anal canal opening up to its visitor. John, having just a six-inch cock [15 cm], wasn't considered huge or hung by many gay standards. But to a 12-year-old, his cock could reach the innermost depths and ignite feelings never before felt. Those new feelings were what Mike and Chris wanted to enjoy, encouraging him to go deeper.

When the man was fully inside him, he asked the boy if he was okay. The boy responded by stating he was beginning to understand what his brothers had felt. "So you can now tell them you have lost your cherry and are just like one of them." Getting a nod in return, John decided it was time to finish. Pulling his cock almost out, he pushed it forcefully back inside. He heard a grunt from the boy but no complaint of pain. So the man increased his tempo as his cock waited for the signal to release. As John told Matt he was cumming, the boy felt strong shots of the man's semen go deep inside him. It was another new strange feeling, but this one he liked. As John pulled out, Matt squeezed his ass as though not to lose a drop. The man smiled. Matt had overcome the pain and found new sensations. Another boy slut had joined the family.

***

Wednesday reflected everyone's excitement, and, anxiety as the day approached Kalauka Island. And although everyone was continuing the new mandate of living naked, they knew a whole different world was about to unfold tomorrow. But first, at breakfast, Matt told Mike and Chris his experience from last night.

"I don't know how you did it," he began. "I never felt pain like that. I thought I was being torn open inside."

"But the pain got less, didn't it?" from Mike. Matt admitted with John's encouragement it wasn't hurting as much. Today, his anal opening was still red but John put some medical cream on it and it was feeling a lot better.

"The next time it will hurt even less and you'll 'want' to feel John inside you," added Chris. Matt hadn't given any thought about the next time. He gave up his cherry. Did John want to fuck him regularly?

"One step at a time guys," John cut in. "Don't scare him about new pain before he's gotten over last night. Like you two, Matt did great. But now we're through with any more cherry popping. When we return from Kalauka Island, we can do any kind of sex we want. And I want to thank you three for the honor and pleasure of being the first. And don't think anal sex is just when you're with me. You can do it with each other. It will be easier and hopefully no pain of any kind."

After breakfast and later in the morning John went and sat on a towel on the sandy beach. He reminisced about the last few days. No story could have been written more beautifully about the getting together of a man and three boys than the real-life experiences all had recently gone through. Yet his mind floated over to Kalauka Island they would visit tomorrow. And although Aukai hinted of a sexually open lifestyle, did he mean it as a nudist type environment? Or was sex enjoyed anytime, anywhere, and with anyone? The latter seemed more exciting. He tried to picture himself walking among all the naked young boys and randomly grabbing one to enjoy. His thoughts were interrupted when Matt approached, gingerly sitting down on the large towel. "Still hurt?" he asked the 12-year-old.

"A little bit."

"As I said earlier, it will be a little red for another day. But the opening is almost 100% close. By the time we start our trip tomorrow, you'll be fine."

"I'm glad it's over."

"Hey, I've said it several times already. You did fine."

"I was going to tell you to stop, but you put your hand over my mouth. For a moment I hated you more than anything else."

"And now?"

"I know you wanted me to get through it."

"Matt, if I had let you tell me to stop and I did, when would you try it again? You would never have asked me to take your cherry again."

"But you said from the beginning no force!"

"True, but you were halfway there. Yes, it hurt and you're still a little sore, but tell me, aren't you glad you got through it?" The boy had to admit he was glad he wouldn't have to go through that cherry-popping ordeal again. "And did you get any new good feelings?"

The 12-year-old was quiet for a while. "Mike and Chris said they felt empty inside after you pulled out. And they even looked forward to more fucking in the future. I don't know how to describe it, but when you came inside me it felt weird but good. You left part of you inside me."

John reached out, grabbed the boy, and hugged him. It was then that Matt felt John grab his small cock and start stroking it. He thought of asking the man what he was doing but knew the feelings would be great after having been sucked by Mike and Chris. He leaned back against the man, closed his eyes, and just rode the wave as his cock exploded and small streams of boy cum splattered on the towel beneath. His last crazy thought as he rode the waves of orgasm was if this is how sex would always feel, he'd let John fuck him as often as he wanted.

The sun had barely set that evening when John told everyone to shower and go to bed. "Tomorrow is our big day. Everybody needs to be bright and alert." Chris and Mike took the two hallway bedrooms. Matt surprisingly wanted to sleep with John.

As they both settled on John's king-size bed, the man looked at the beautiful boy. "Aren't you afraid I'll want that sweet ass of your again?" getting a laugh from the boy who just cuddled next to the man as both quickly fell asleep.

Chapter Fifteen
The Journey To Kalauka Island (Part 1)

As opposed to the previous morning when John woke up at 9:00, this time it was shortly after eight when his eyes fluttered open and squinted at the brightness inside the bedroom as the new day sun was up and shining. He awoke facing the edge of the bed, he turned over and saw he was not alone. Nearly uncovered laid the still-sleeping Matt. His cock started reacting immediately as he observed the naked features of the boy he had enjoyed last night and the thrill and pleasure of taking his virginity. The man smiled as he recalled that now he had experienced the warm tight tunnels of all the boys who willingly gave of themselves to him. And although he realized that today was going to be a momentous one traveling to a new island where customs, according to Aukai, were patterned on a sexual lifestyle, he knew that whatever happened there, he now had here his erotic island with three beautiful boys.

Getting up, he dressed and went into the kitchen followed by his dog. As he passed the bedrooms where Mike and Chris were sleeping, he noticed the door closed. He smiled wondering what happened between those two. He could envision Mike or Chris' nude forms. Now that they were living a nudist lifestyle he had the luxury of seeing three naked boys all day long. He wondered if the two boys, unable to sleep due to the excitement of today, pleasured each other as only two 12-year-olds could. John chided himself for the momentary thought of installing video cameras to monitor their sexual activities. He had three sexy boys on his island. He doubted a day would pass by without him enjoying sex with one, two, or all three every day. He wondered with Mike's knowledge of sex acts he had seen at home on the Internet if he was teaching Chris something new. John had his agenda, but wouldn't mind if Mike had advanced Chris' participation in new sexual acts.

After feeding his dog, John sat down with a glass of orange juice and went over in his head the trip to Kalauka Island. After Aukai's first visit and the description of its location, he had studied the charts of the nearby waters to find its precise location. The island was marked. And although he had the latest navigation equipment aboard the Sea Ray, he wanted to make sure of his piloting. Since his arrival here, he had not taken either craft out further than a mile or two, always within sight of the island. Today, he would be traveling for approximately 25 to 30 miles surrounded by ocean. He also hoped the sight of nothing but water wouldn't trigger any flashbacks of the boys' harrowing experience nearly two weeks ago aboard that lifeboat. A trio of panicked boys would not be a good omen to begin their journey.

He turned his head as he heard Chris and Mike enter the kitchen. Both boys were naked. Again, seeing these beautiful 12-year-olds brought back memories focused on them losing their anal virginities and their desires to make that act an important part of any future sex with the man.

"Morning John," Mike came and greeted the man.

"Good morning," as John got up and started preparing breakfast. "How did it go last night?" He was surprised when Mike gave that look of being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But then he showed a smile. Addressing the 12-year-old, he continued, "Based on that smile, I guess you had a good time."

"How did you know?" Chris asked. "Did you peek in?"

"Of course I didn't. We may be naked and have our nudist lifestyle here, but what you do privately is your own business, whether it involves sex or not."

You're already dressed," Chris observed.

"Yes, I want to spend some time at the boat dock making sure the Sea Ray is ready to go. It's hardly been used since I moved here and this morning must travel maybe 30 miles to get where we want. So did you have fun last night?"

"We did," Mike started narrating. "First, we sucked each other off."

"Oh really?" was the adult's response.

Chris put in. "I think we're getting better at it. At least I seem to feel like I'm shooting more cum than before.

Looking at Mike, the man asked, "How did it taste? Did you like it?"

Without his smile ever wavering, the lad replied, "It was sweet. I liked it. And it did seem like he was shooting more."

"Well, you're getting closer to puberty," John explained. "As you move into your teenage years, you'll produce more cum each time you get off. It might not taste as sweet, but after swallowing so much over time, you'll hardly notice the difference. Your main focus is to give your partner pleasure and getting a reward of cum."

Chris then spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't suck you the night you took my cherry."

"What's there to apologize for? We do everything at our own pace. I'm going to be the opposite," smiling at the boy. "I want to suck you every chance I can," getting a laugh from both boys.

"Chris and Matt will get a mouthful of cum from you to enjoy," Mike shared.

"Well so far you're the lucky one as you've had both holes filled with my man juice," smiled the man at Mike.

Both boys agreed that despite any pain felt while being entered, the feeling of John's jizz shooting inside and the desire to hold it as long as possible was worth any discomfort.

"To take your cherries, I used my fingers to help you get stretched. In the future, if you want, I have some toys you can use to stretch yourselves out and go deep. Not like the real thing, but I'm not a machine and may not be in the mood or tired when you want sex."

Mike thought for a moment before his eyes widened. "You have dildos?" getting a nod from the adult.

"What's a dildo?" as Matt entered the kitchen. "And how come you're wearing clothes?"

"Morning sleepyhead," John greeted the boy that the man thought looked so beautiful standing there naked. John explained that he was going to the boat dock to check to make sure the Sea Ray was ready to go. "Mike, fix Matt some breakfast and explain to your brothers what a dildo is."

Mike, being the pornographic expert from his hours viewing it on the Internet, described what a dildo was and its purpose, along with other toys that can be used when having man/boy sex.

"You have straps to tie us down and make us helpless?" Matt looked at the man with a questioning look. "Why?"

John's face looked a little sheepish as he tried to explain. "Yes, I do have different toys. Just because I lived here by myself didn't mean I couldn't fantasize. When I looked at them, I pretend I'm with Roberto or Joshua. I never expected to have real live boys here living with me."

"Boy, you need help," always the sarcastic Mike.

John smiled back. "That's coming from a 12-year-old who now likes a man cock up his ass."

"I'm under hypnosis," as everyone laughed.

Matt narrated his experience of last night feeling the first adult cock in his ass. Mike noticed Matt's' reactions were very similar to his deflowering. The man tried hard to contain his feelings as he realized that sex with these boys appeared to be something that will occur frequently and with ultimate pleasure from all involved. John even thought he saw a hint of lust in the boys' eyes as they probably wondered how long, with their upcoming trip to Kalauka Island, before they would resume their nudist/sexual lifestyle on Paradise Island. But eventually, the topic came around to the upcoming trip to Kalauka Island today.

"When will we be leaving?" was the first obvious question that came from Mike.

John looked across the table at the three boys in front of him and continued to be in awe of such beauty. He had found them an amazing trio, who, within a few short days, had changed his life dramatically in so many ways. "I thought we would leave around noon. I figured a two-hour boat ride should get us there with plenty of daylight left to see where we will be spending tonight and tomorrow."

"Which boat are we using?" came from Chris.

"I thought I would use the Sea Ray, the larger craft. It has a cabin with beds in case any of us wants to sleep there instead of on the island."

"Why would we want to sleep there?" again from Chris.

"This is my first visit to Kalauka Island also. I didn't give Chief Haoa much notice that I was bringing three others with me. So I don't know what accommodation they have for the four of us. I'm sure they don't have box springs and mattresses in their huts." This comment brought chuckles from the three boys. "And," without looking at any of the boys directly, "if any of you feel uncomfortable about being naked or maybe participating in any of their sexual customs, you can go back to the boat and sleep there until the next morning." All three boys felt they had no problems with sharing the Kalaukan lifestyle. The idea of spending a day on another island naked with other boys their age was something they looked forward to.

"Are we just staying today and tomorrow?" was from Mike.

"Just the two days I mentioned," John answered "I don't want to overextend our welcome on the first visit. We'll leave around mid-afternoon tomorrow. Even with a GPS onboard I don't want to try to find Paradise Island in the dark." Looking at Matt, John asked, "After last night, do you feel up to going?"

"I do," was the simple response.

"You understand you'll probably have to be naked for 24 hours. And some of the native kids may want to have sex with you. But once they know you're twelve years old, nobody older will make any attempt to fuck you. I can't tell you what the younger boys may want to do."

"I know," stated Matt. "I'm ready."

"You mean some of the older men will want to fuck us?" Mike wondered, looking at Chris.

"I doubt it. Being your first visit and not knowing what kind of experience you have, I believe any sex will be simple touching, fondling, and maybe sucking. It's up to you to tell them if you want, what little experience you have so far. Regardless, again, you decide."

The balance of the morning was spent preparing for the trip. Sufficient food and water were laid out for the dog. John realized he was going to be away from his island overnight for the first time since the day he moved here for good. He had gone to Port Moresby or Majuro with Troy to get a decent haircut. He had been cutting his hair and it was looking worse with each attempt. He wanted also to become more familiar with the cities since he purchased the island. The boys had had their hair cut recently, probably at the ranch by Mrs. Janice.

Port Moresby and Majuro were two of the atolls that comprised the Marshall Islands. It was in Port Moresby that John first arrived for the first time a year ago. When inquiring about islands for sale, he was directed to the smaller city of Majuro where he met Troy who helped him in his search and eventual purchase of Paradise Island. He had only been to Majuro a couple of times in the past year for business matters, with Troy ferrying him in his helicopter.

While the boys were doing their morning chores Mike informed John that the trash incinerator was almost full. John accompanied the boy to the brick structure that stood about 75 feet from the edge of the ocean. A metal door opened to allow trash to be dumped inside. A battery-operated igniter lit the fire. A tall chimney-like chute extended well above the tree-line. After an hour, all that was left was ashes. A smaller door allowed the ash to be collected and it was taken to the water's edge and slowly poured in there.

The boys then helped him fuel the Sea Ray from one of the barrels in the shed. He started the motors and checked the gauges to satisfy himself all was in readiness. He used the radio for the first time making contact with Troy, who wished him good luck and looked forward to seeing him Saturday when he brought the weekly supplies and to hear all about his visit. He promised to stand by his radio in case John needed any assistance.

All three boys decided they needed one last shower before they began their trip. John didn't think it was a bad idea and agreed as he felt he should take one too. A few moments later as he passed by a closed bathroom door, he paused and heard all sorts of laughing and giggling coming from inside as well as the running water of the shower. Were all three taking a shower together again as they had before? The thought of three naked boys in such a small space couldn't help but make his cock start to get hard. He closed his eyes as he once again relived the pleasures he had had so far with all three youths.

Shortly afterward, all four of them were at the boat dock boarding the Sea Ray. John was tempted to ask what happened in the bathroom but controlled himself. The boys didn't say anything and the man decided that they should have their little secret. So on Thursday at almost noon on the dot, the craft pulled away from the dock. The course was set and the trip began. There was no rush, so he set the speed to cover the distance in about two hours.

As the island receded from sight, John watched the boys closely to see how they would react to being surrounded by water once again. But thankfully they appeared to be over their trauma of the past and were watching the waves and an occasional dolphin that leaped out of the water ahead or by the side of the craft. He engaged the autopilot and went back to join the three. Soon they were all having a great time, especially if some sea spray came over and got them wet. John would occasionally check the autopilot and gauges to make sure all was how it should be and then went back and sat on one of the deck chairs with the others. He was amazed at how the boys had adjusted. Some traumatic events take weeks, months, or longer to get over. He figured being young the boys somehow could put such memories, like their recent stay at the ranch, behind them quickly. He also assumed that they had also adjusted after the death of their parents. Maybe the new life they were about to embark upon even including non-stop sex had helped. But still seeing the boys laughing and having a good time so soon after such recent double major events made John appreciate what he now had was a real family.

About halfway into the trip, the quartet was quieter. They figured they were about an hour to their destination. The noise of the motors was all they heard. Each was with their thoughts as to what they would expect when they landed and what the next 24 hours were going to be. John occasionally checked to make sure the autopilot was still on course. When he thought they were getting close, he checked the GPS and figured they were less than six miles from Kalauka Island. It wasn't long though before a small dot appeared on the horizon indicating they were approaching their destination, now less than two miles away. John disengaged the autopilot and manually guided the craft to the island. He was looking for the spot where Aukai told him they moored their canoes. He grabbed his binoculars and looked ahead. He saw the movement of figures scramble into canoes and start paddling away from the shore. His craft had been spotted.

"Look!" Mike pointed to the others as they were getting closer. With the naked eye, they could see the canoes that were approaching in the direction of the Sea Ray. Soon, they were close enough to see individual men inside each one. The boat was now less than half a mile from shore. John cut the engines and lowered the anchor. He didn't want to risk getting closer, not sure of the water's depth.

There was a brief concern among John and the boys as they saw the oarsmen hold spears as though ready to throw at a moment's notice. Then a boy's figure appeared in one of the canoes and yelled to the others in their native tongue. The men lowered their weapons and paddled closer to the craft.

"That's Aukai!" John pointed to the boy who had convinced the men in the other canoes that these visitors were okay, that they were the chief's guests. Different thoughts went through each of the three young passengers as they saw in the flesh for the first time the boy who had visited John monthly before and had sex with the man on Paradise Island. Although they had seen the pictures John had taken of the Kalaukan lad, seeing him in person was a different feeling. Here was the boy that was going through a ritual "Rite Of Manhood" ceremony tomorrow who had invited John to be the one to take his virginity. The three boys knew what it had been like to lose their cherries to the man, but wondered how the upcoming ceremony was conducted. They also noticed Aukai and the men wearing the traditional sarongs wrapped about their bodies as well as wreaths of woven native leaves upon their heads.

The canoe containing Aukai bumped alongside the Sea Ray and soon the native boy climbed the ladder and was on deck. "John!" the boy yelled as he approached the adult. He gave him a hug that the man returned, enjoying the touch of the flesh he experienced during the boy's earlier visits to Paradise Island.

"Aukai, it's good to see you again. How's your father, Chief Haoa?"

"He's fine. He sends his greetings and looks forward to meeting you and your friends," as Aukai looked at the three boys for the first time.

John stood between Aukai and his three passengers. "Aukai, I'd like you to meet Mike, Chris, and Matt," as he pointed to each one. "Their arrival on my island is a long story and I'll tell you later."

Aukai approached each boy, gave a slight bow, and said, "Welcome to Kalauka Island. On behalf of my father, I hope your visit here will be an enjoyable one." He turned and gave John a questioning look.

"They know all about your lifestyle and want to be a part of it during our visit here," John enlightened.

The native boy's features lit up as he replied, "Great! Now I can give you a proper Kalaukan welcome," as he approached each boy, gave a hug, and even a small kiss on their cheek. Mike and Chris stood frozen not knowing what to do, but Matt quickly caught on. He hugged Aukai in return and kissed the native boy on his cheek.

"Matt is a fast learner," Aukai said with a big smile.

"Oh, yes, he is a fast learner," as the man gave the 12-year-old a wink and the boy gave a sheepish grin in return knowing John was referring to the sex they had last night.

Aukai leaned over the boat railing and called out to three other canoes as they approached the Sea Ray. Aukai explained each boy would ride in a canoe and John would go with him in his. The oarsmen helped each boy down the ladder and into their craft. Soon the four canoes, accompanied by others, paddled to the nearby shoreline. It wasn't long before they beached themselves and the adult and three boys finally set foot on the sandy shore of Kalauka Island. As they looked around, they saw canoes of various sizes, capable of holding anywhere from four to eight men in each. A large canoe Aukai explained belonged to the chief and required 20 oarsmen to paddle. It was large enough for the chief and the elders. John then asked about the cautionary stance of the men as they approached his craft.

"As I told you, we don't allow visitors to this side of the island. Our lifestyle is very private. Until we knew who you were, we were ready to chase you off." John nodded his head as the native boy pointed to a trail among the tall trees that lined the shore and indicated everyone should follow him. The forest seemed very dense, like a protective barrier and shield against anyone trying to see beyond the shoreline or from above. "Let's start toward the village. Father is waiting to meet you and has ordered a feast in honor of your visit."

"Are those drums I hear?" Chris asked Aukai.

"Yes, normally they are warning if danger is approaching. A runner has sent word to my father of your arrival and the drums are welcoming you to Kalauka Island."

Now that they were in the forest, the drums were getting louder. John turned towards Mike, Chris, and Matt. "You three seem to be doing fine. How are you handling the excitement?"

"I'm doing fine," Mike was first to respond. "I feel like I'm in a jungle movie hearing those drums and seeing these native people."

Chris was next. "I've got butterflies in my stomach."

"You're not alone with the butterflies," the man replied with a smile. "This is my first trip to this island too. The only one I know here is Aukai. So I feel like a stranger among them so far. I imagine as we get closer to the village, we'll be seeing more and more nudity. So behave accordingly. No staring. Remember, we'll be naked also before too much time passes by. We'll play everything by ear. I hope all this isn't giving you second thoughts about coming here."

"Not at all," from Mike. "This is exciting," a statement agreed upon also by Chris and Matt.

Aukai dropped back so that he could talk to John alone. "I'm glad you're here. I missed you. I hope you missed me," as he looked at the man's companions.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," as he noticed the boy looking at Mike, Chris, and Matt. "Don't worry. They might not have the sexual experiences you and your people have, but they're anxious to be a part of your culture and join you in your fun."

Aukai smiled, acted as though he had another question about the boys, but instead asked, "How long will you stay?"

"We can only stay the night. I want to get back to Paradise Island before dark tomorrow."

Giving John a grin, the native boy replied, "Well, I hope you weren't planning on getting much sleep tonight?"

"I wasn't counting on it. But I'll be ready for the "Rite of Manhood" ceremony tomorrow you've honored me with."

"You gave me a lot of pleasure while I was on your island. It's only proper that you have the first honor with me." Again looking at John's companions, he asked where they came from.

"I'll explain everything when we reach the village."

After about a fifteen-minute walk, they came upon a large clearing of land. The sun shone brightly through the break in the trees and John and the boys could see this was where the Kalaukans grew their crops. This was also their first exposure to the native lifestyle of wearing no clothing. There were men, women, and children in the fields working among the rows of various vegetables, all completely naked. The visitors stopped for a moment to look at this community of workers.

"We grow as much as we can here," explained Aukai. "We use some of our crops to trade with those who visit us on the western side of the island. We wear our sarongs when trading, but otherwise, we stay naked as much as possible here and in our village."

The boys were fascinated. Seeing so many people of various ages without clothing was a sight that no matter how much they tried to prepare themselves for was still a shock for such young eyes. John cleared his throat to get the boys' attention and then turned to Aukai. "I apologize. We didn't mean to stare. Even with our new sexual lifestyle on Paradise Island, this is a wonder to behold."

Aukai laughed. "I would have worried if none of you showed any interest. We trade and work in our fields during the day, but when night comes, we enjoy the pleasures of each other's bodies."

Two naked boys of about nine years of age approached Matt, Chris, and Mike. Using some English they had learned, they greeted the three and welcomed them to their island. The boys stammered a greeting in return as the native boys turned and ran back to the fields. Aukai tugged on John's sleeve and pointed to three prominent bulges developing in the boys' pants. "I think they will enjoy their visit here," he said with a smile. John thought they would too as he felt his erection begin with the sight of so many beautiful naked people.

As they resumed their walk, the drums ceased their pounding and more natives approached them from the village. It was hard not to stare, but seeing so many individuals naked without any shyness or embarrassment was difficult to grasp. Despite the many hours Aukai spent describing life on his island during his visits to John's, the man still didn't seem prepared to accept what he was seeing. He noticed his three companions' eyes were wide as they too tried to absorb the sights around them. More children came up to greet them and see the first strangers ever to enter into their secret world.

Aukai explained. "Foreign people are not new to us as we trade with them almost daily and all the children go to school. But they have been told never to tell strangers about how we live within our village and that no one comes any further inland than the shore. You are considered special being the first."

"We are honored indeed," the man responded. "Despite being strangers, I can see the warmth of their greetings. I'm anxious to meet your father. It took courage to break tradition to allow us this opportunity to be among you."

Aukai smiled. "I kept badgering my father to let you come after my first visit to your island. It wasn't easy and some of the elders were against it. But he decided that sooner or later we needed to trust an outsider who would understand and appreciate our customs and traditions. I convinced him it should be you."

As the trees parted again, they were finally at the Kalaukan village.

Chapter Sixteen
The Journey To Kalauka Island (Part 2)

The village itself was not a shocking sight. The dwellings were typical of those you would see in a National Geographic magazine or a TV documentary. There were various size huts with roofs made of palm leaves. Small fires were seen throughout. Cattle, sheep, and pigs were observed in pens; women worked on crafts intended for trade; men were seen bringing in some of the crops. It looked like a well-organized society except for the total nudity. John noticed that as the oarsmen who had come to meet his boat arrived in the village, they immediately removed their sarongs even before entering their huts. He turned to look at Aukai, who was now naked holding his sarong in one hand. The sight of the boy brought instant recollections of that body he enjoyed during the lad's journeys to Paradise Island. Even the three young visitors, upon seeing Aukai naked, had different thoughts as they recalled how John told them of his sex with this boy.

Pointing to a nearby hut, Aukai told the four from Paradise Island to follow him. Many of the villagers trailed along. Although seeing light-skinned visitors was not uncommon, as they traded with many on the western side of their island, having them within their very private sanctuary was a new experience. As the visitors followed the Kalaukan boy, John couldn't help but notice the beautiful looking children he passed by. There were boys and girls of all ages, standing there unashamed in their nudity, even around new strangers. As a boylover, John paid special attention to the 10 to 12-year-old preteen boys who looked so sexually attractive. One thing he noticed and wondered about when he first saw Aukai naked, was that all the boys, and men, were circumcised. That wasn't common in this part of the world but was the norm here. The young cocks were cut expertly and none showed any deformity caused by any crude method of removing the foreskin like in some sort of pagan ritual. To John, he could imagine sucking every one of them, as they looked so tasty.

Lastly, not one pubic hair was evident on any of the villagers, young and old. Again, John thought back to his first meeting with Aukai and if the boy would make any comments about his own shaved pubic area. But the 12-year-old acted like it was nothing unusual. And now he understood why. Whether the lack of body or pubic hair was natural or kept shaved, John wasn't sure at the moment.

Soon, they were at one of the empty huts. A long cloth served as a door as Aukai led the man and boys inside. Pointing to a table that had sarongs of various colors, he explained, "Forgive the crowd. Everyone is curious and wants to meet you. I hope you don't mind"

"Of course not," John began. "We're honored by all this attention. We realize that we're breaking an age-old tradition by coming into your village."

"My father thought it was time for a change," the boy smiled. "And after all the things I said about you, I guess he was curious. I told him you were special."

John smiled back. "I hope I won't disappoint your father. And I know my young companions are also looking forward to being a part of your customs."

"We understand that being comfortable naked here might take you a little while. So wrap yourselves in these. There are sandals there for you also. I'll be back shortly to take you to my father." Before John could utter a thank you, Aukai turned and left the four of them alone.

There was silence for several moments as each one in that hut dealt with the thoughts going through their heads. Finally, John broke the silence. "Well, here we are. Are any of you having second thoughts? Now is the time to speak up. You can return to the cabin cruiser and wait for the rest of us." All three boys shook their heads no. Although it was apparent that being naked among so many people was in itself a major step to mingling with the Kalaukans, the boys seemed determined to be a part of this unique culture. John turned to grab the sarongs to hand out to each boy. He was surprised, and proud when each said no thanks. They were going out of the hut completely naked. Mike reminded John that the three of them had spent a month without clothes with two grown men and a woman. That time they had been forced. Today, they got to make their own decision. Accepting that explanation, John put the sarongs back on the table and began undressing. The three boys followed suit. In a few moments, the four had shed all their clothing.

John looked at them as though he was seeing all three boys naked together for the first time. He looked at their beautiful young bodies and felt the love he had for each one as well as the intimate closeness he was now sharing with them. Their transition and acceptance of a new lifestyle in just two weeks was amazing. Maybe they were just 12-year-olds in age, but he sensed a maturity beyond their years. Despite himself, he felt his cock stirring. Even with the warm weather outside, probably about 85 degrees [29ºC], all four of them were shivering. John knew it was the nervousness of their first nude exposure among these native people. Being naked at a ranch with three other adults or just with John was one thing. Being nude among 300 strangers of different genders and ages was something else.

A moment later Aukai stepped back into the hut. He paused for a moment to admire the three boys for the first time; slowly roaming his eyes across each one and taking a good long look at each boy's young 'package'. Despite their recent experiences in being naked among others, having Aukai look at them in such a lustful way made it hard for their hard cocks not to stand even taller. Finally, the boy looked at John and commented, "They are beautiful." Such a comment seemed unusual at first coming from a 12-year-year-old, but with the sexual lifestyle of these people, compliments about the nude body, young or old, were considered normal. "You are lucky to have them living with you to love and enjoy." Lowering his voice a little, he looked at the adult and queried, "I hope you haven't changed your mind about tomorrow?"

John grabbed the boy and gave him a tight hug. "Yes, I am lucky to have Mike, Matt, and Chris. But I'm also very lucky to have you. I can't wait to have the honor, and the pleasure, of making you a man tomorrow."

Aukai seemed pleased with that response. He broke the hug and turned to face the four visitors. "If you are ready, my father awaits your presence." He turned to the front of the hut, paused, and then back to face the group. "Do not be ashamed that your cock is hard. Here, it is a symbol of admiration one has of those he looks upon. Many men and boys will get hard when they see you. So please take that as a part of greeting you," as he pointed to his cock starting to point up in anticipation of the evening ahead.

John thought he felt a sigh of relief coming from his three boys. They had been concerned about the villagers' reactions of them sporting raging hard-ons as they walked among them. Now they knew it was normal and even considered a flattering response.

It was time to leave the hut and walk to one of the largest ones in the village as it served as both the home of the village chief Haoa and Aukai as well as an adjacent meeting hall. As the native boy led the way, John and the boys stepped outside, naked as the day they were born. The first thing they saw was several Kalaukans waiting outside that erupted into a cheer to welcome their first outsiders. If anything, John had been concerned as they walked through the village that they would be stared at by possibly those who opposed their private world being invaded by such foreigners. He worried about how that might affect the boys. Although they appeared to have gotten over their experiences at the ranch and on the lifeboat, being stared at like new animals in a zoo could have unknown consequences, possibly forcing them back into their shell, making them afraid of nudity and sex all over again. But thankfully, the Kalaukans were doing their best to make the Paradise Island quartet feel welcomed and as comfortable among them as possible. Whether this was genuine or orchestrated was unknown.

With the tall trees, the daylight was diminishing rapidly even though the sun was still up. Torches were being lit and John even observed some Coleman lanterns being used. These were some of the items gained through their trading. More and more of the natives came to accompany the small group to the chief's hut. Many curious boys and girls came right up to Matt, Mike, and Chris trying to get acquainted with them. John wondered if any possible interaction with the opposite sex here might give them second thoughts about their sexuality in regards to being with him and among each other. He wouldn't discourage them but hoped whatever experiences they had on this island wouldn't affect their relationship, especially sexual, back home.

John saw the boys' questioning looks as they too noticed the Coleman lanterns. "As I told you before, on the other side of this island we couldn't see is where merchants come to trade with the Kalaukans, including Troy. In exchange for crops and other items, they get some of the modern conveniences to make life on their island a little easier. They want to learn about the rest of the world but don't want it to interfere with their customs and traditions. There's even a schoolhouse built so the children here can be educated. You heard Aukai mentioning that all the kids go to school. That's why they speak and understand English as well as their native language.

"I believe there's a lot to learn from these people. Somehow, even though only through Aukai so far, I can't help but feel they will be the best and truest friends we could ask for." Leaning a little closer to his boys, John continued. "I don't know why Aukai liked me so much right from the first moment we met. Being the chief's son and with all and any kind of sex he wanted, I shouldn't be anything special."

"You'll always be special to us. Don't ever forget that," the wise 12-year-old Mike pronounced. John could only smile in return; glad the boys felt that way about him.

Their attention turned as the walk brought them to what appeared to be the main hut judging by its size. The reactions to the many beautiful-looking Kalaukan boys and girls were having their effects on the visitors. John could see cocks staying hard on Mike, Chris, and Matt. With his perverted mind fantasizing about sex with the boys of this island, even he didn't think his cock could get so hard. He even thought he felt a drop of pre-cum on the head. Thankfully, they didn't feel out of place as many of the boys and men were having similar reactions. John imagined the Kalaukan men having horny thoughts about the three light-skinned boys and the native boys wondering what sex would be like with others their age as well as the man accompanying them.

As they stopped in front of the largest hut in the village, Mike asked John, "How do we behave? What do we do?"

"Just be yourself. If there was any proper ceremony to go through, Aukai would have told us."

At that moment Chief Haoa stepped out of the hut. Except for a small headdress of some stones and feathers, he wore nothing else. He stood about six feet tall and John could see the resemblance between him and his son, Aukai. He was naked and had not one hair of any kind on his body. Aukai approached the chief. "Father, this is John. He now lives on the island we once knew as 'Mecca'," apparently a reference to the previous Arabic island owner. He now calls his home 'Paradise'. And this is his 'family', Mike, Chris, and Matt," as he pointed to each boy.

John was touched by the Kalaukan lad's reference to the three boys as his family. He was concerned Aukai might have felt a little jealous knowing three other boys now enjoyed the intimacy only he had had with the adult during his visits to Paradise Island. Then, to his surprise, the chief extended his hand in a traditional handshake. As John shook hands with the Kalaukan chief, Haoa began, "Welcome to our island and my home. I am honored by your visit and your desire to partake in our customs."

"It is we who are honored by your invitation," John replied.

Haoa turned and beckoned everyone to follow him inside. Some outside followed the chief as the rest turned and went back to what they had been doing before. Within the hut were two long low tables, with straw mats on the ground for everyone to sit on. One table seemed to be for the men as several were already seated. The second had boys and girls of various ages. Matt, Chris, and Mike were invited to sit with the children while John was seated to the left of Chief Haoa and Aukai, his son, on the chief's right. The food had already been placed on the tables and comprised of meat and different fruits and vegetables. A drink made from the grapes of the island was the liquid refreshment.

Everyone waited for the Chief to make what apparently would be pre-meal opening remarks. "We welcome John and his family, Mike, Chris, and Matt to our island. This is a historical moment as they are the first outsiders to come to our village. They have honored us by desiring to join in our tradition. I hope they will consider this their home as long as they stay.

"May we bring happiness to you not only in our words but with our physical intimacy. We believe a lot of love and emotion comes when two unclothed people are together. It is an age-old belief that has followed us from generation to generation. When you must leave, may it be with pleasant memories and a promise to return soon." A lot of murmuring approvals came from the tables.

John appreciated the chief's welcome and asked if he could give an appropriate response. Given the okay, he began, "On behalf of Mike, Chris, and Matt, I join them in thanking you Chief Haoa. Your son, Aukai, and all the people of Kalauka Island have extended their warmest greetings to us. It is we who are humbled being the first from outside your village allowed to enter. Your warmth and love touch the four of us deeply. It has made it easier to become an open and hopefully active participant in your traditions.

"We too believe the human body is a beautiful thing that shouldn't be hidden. Pure emotions expressed without clothes to bind us are the keys to understanding and respect. More of the world should see the wisdom of the Kalaukan people. Then there would be fewer differences and a greater desire for peace and love. We also look forward to a long-lasting friendship. I hope we can give back to you some of the love you have shown to us so far." An even larger murmuring of approval erupted with Haoa nodding his head in thanks.

The feast began and both tables began eating of the bounty in front of them. The hut became noisier as more and more voices joined in: the higher-pitched voices of the boys and girls from one table and the mature deeper voices of the men at the other. The Kalaukan women were busy serving the meals. When not addressing the visitors, the Kalaukan tongue was heard. At the table with the boys and girls, the three Paradise Island visitors tasted the meat that had been prepared and covered in a tangy sauce.

Chris slowly tasted a piece of the meat. He asked Mike if he thought it was chicken.

"It is chicken," came from Mike. "Tastes like they use some special seasoning."

"Whatever they use, it tastes good," Matt added taking another bite of the meat.

At the other table, the first questions brought up were about the three boys now living with John and how they happened to be there. He told them of what he knew of the boys' loss of parents and their eventual placement at the ranch run by Mrs. Janice and her two sons. He repeated what the boys shared with him of the sexual initiation they were going through to eventually be sent to a man named Lam Sin in Singapore. John thought he noticed a trace of recognition among some of the men when that name was mentioned. The story continued of their ocean trip, placement in the lifeboat, and their landing the following morning on his island last week.

Without embarrassment, John continued that when he learned of the boys' sexual past, he tried to get them to see beyond the uncomfortable episodes they had been through and to discover the pleasurable safe side of sex. Over several days, they had come to see that sex could be a wonderful thing to enjoy. And it led them to want to come to Kalauka Island with him not afraid of what, if any, sexual acts occur during their visit. By the time he was through, almost fifteen minutes had passed and the meal was nearly over.

Tangaroa, one of the elders of the village, although he didn't look older than forty spoke first, directing his comments to John. "Fortune has smiled upon you," as he pointed to the three boys at the other table. "It is fate that they shipwrecked on your island, especially being orphans without a family. After what they went through, they couldn't have landed in a better place. Wanting and needing love is very necessary. I can see that your boys are with a man who cares for them." John thanked Tangaroa but was feeling a little embarrassed with all this praise.

Haoa then picked up. "Your boys were indeed brave to go through what they did and to trust another so quickly. On top of that, they wanted today to be a part of our culture that includes sex. You have done well in such a short amount of time. When my son suggested having you over to our island, I was hesitant. No one outside our village has ever entered here. I thought it was just my son's excitement of having sex with you that made him make this request. I began to see over time that he saw something else within you."

"Our tradition about sex is very old," Tangaroa began again. "We don't teach our children anything. We let them, out of their curiosity, learn to explore the human body and discover the pleasures it contains. They seek what gives pleasure to themselves and others. The only teachers are the children themselves as they pair up to explore and enjoy sex. Their desire and enthusiasm make sex the pleasure that it is. We adults live our lives in this village naked like the young ones. When it is time for sex, we sometimes look to a child who has the strength and love to make us feel young."

"We know that outside our village," Haoa spoke once more, "many would consider us a degenerate group of people. But let me share this: all match-ups are part of the learning about sex. Boys can pair with other boys to try whatever they desire to get the most out of their love. It is the same with girls. And boys and girls together can explore and discover. Every human body is unique and therefore responds differently in whatever type of sex they seek. No one gets hurt. We have no problems with diseases and we are not overpopulated. We treat sex with respect and in return, we get the most from it."

John was awed by the wisdom of this man. The village may look like a primitive way of living, but the people knew how to respect and treat their bodies. They had taken sex to another level other cultures would be envious of if they knew the truth. "That's a wonderful philosophy, Chief Haoa. I believe healthier regard to sex and its wonders can make people more appreciative of life itself. I hope the boys staying with me will carry that with them as they grow older." Recalling the chief's comments on how the world would view them had they known of their lifestyle, John openly shared his own experiences of boy love and its cost.

"I'm sorry you had to go through such an ordeal out of love," Haoa said. "But fortune did smile on you and the results are that now you are living the life you want and sharing your love with three boys who need it."

At that moment, Aukai got up and went to the other table, whereupon he brought the three young visitors to the chief. "Father, can I take them to the swimming pond?" John wondered if they had a hot spring similar to his on Paradise Island.

The chief seemed to read the man's mind and explained. "Many generations ago we dug a channel to feed the ocean to a place we could swim in private. It is not far from here and later on, I'll take you there." Looking at his son, Haoa answered, "If the boys wish to go, take them."

The three looked at John who replied, "Do what you want to enjoy yourselves. Just behave and remember we are guests." Aukai gave John a quick hug and soon led Matt, Mike, and Chris, along with the other boys who had sat at the table with them, off to their destination. Then the chief invited John to sit outside to enjoy the cool breeze as the last of the daylight was disappearing and the lights from the fires and lanterns were casting their glows upon the village.

As Haoa, Tangaroa and John stepped into the twilight, they proceeded to sit on chairs made from the wood and bark of the trees. Padding, made from the fur of sheep, made them quite comfortable. John took a moment to observe and admire the surrounding beauty. He considered his island paradise a place of appeal, peace, and tranquility. But Kalauka Island had its unique harmony of splendor coupled with the good looks of every man, woman, and child of the island. Everyone seemed to have an aura about them that made you want to get to know them personally and share in an intimate sexual encounter. But, of course, John's focus was on the preteen boys and their beauty and innocence.

Haoa noted John's eyes lingering on the boys and smiled. "We men do enjoy the sexual love we have with our young boys."

John quickly jerked back to reality and stammered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

"Do not apologize friend. You have told us of your love for boys and we understand. Some of the men here desire the companionship of young boys, others girls; some of teenage boys and girls as they develop into adulthood; others of those nearer their age. We don't condemn any match-up."

"I noticed all the males are circumcised?" John asked.

"Yes, that is a tradition we have. The reason seems to have been lost with time, but no one has ever spoken against it, so we continue the practice." Leaning toward John and speaking a little lower, the chief added, "I always thought that it made the boys sexier-looking and their cocks more sensitive to whatever stimulation was given them." John couldn't help but smile at the chief of an entire village sharing such a private reflection with him.

"Chief Haoa, I noticed that everyone seems to have no hair on their body of any kind. Is this natural or do you remove it?"

"For some reason, we grow practically no hair except on our heads of course. As you probably know, the people of the islands as well as most Orientals tend not to grow a lot of hair over various parts of their bodies. We are that way also, but more so. Lack of body hair to us makes sex more enjoyable."

"Tell me about it," thought John to himself of his smooth hairless young lovers.

"If any hair does grow, it is removed and a homemade ointment we have keeps it from growing back."

John decided he would get more information later on this ointment to use himself as he regularly still had to shave what hair continued to grow on his own body.

Then John noted the faces of Haoa and Tangaroa getting serious. It was Tangaroa who spoke first. "You spoke of a Lam Sin. His name is well known among our people, but with fear and loathing. His men scour the islands of the South Pacific searching for boys to kidnap and take to the man for his pleasure. To protect us we set boundaries around our village to always stay in sight of one of our warriors. This is to protect them, especially our young boys, from being stolen. Two weeks ago, a 10-year-old boy from our village walked beyond those boundaries and disappeared. I fear Lam Sin's people kidnapped him. We found the boy's footprints along with two other men. Some of our people heard a boat motor racing away."

John was shocked to hear of this. Not only the act of a boy being kidnapped from these wonderful people but that Lam Sin operated in these waters. Having associated Lam Sin only with Singapore made the man seem far away and no threat to him and his new family. Now it wasn't the case. A menace lurked just 30 miles from Paradise Island.

Haoa then picked up the story. "The boy's name is Kauri." He then stopped and hesitated before making the next stunning statement. "He's my son and Aukai's younger brother!"

There was silence as John tried to absorb what had been told him. So many thoughts went through his mind. Men, apparently working for Lam Sin, had taken a boy from this island. Aukai had never mentioned to him about having a younger brother during his visits to Paradise Island. It never crossed John's mind to ask him if he had any siblings. The boy had only mentioned his father. He started to feel a little guilty thinking about the 12-year-old from mainly a sexual standpoint. What was the boy going through not knowing the fate of his younger brother? Yet Aukai greeted the man on his visits to his island and only a short while ago with happiness and love even though he recently lost his brother to sex slavers. "I don't know what to say Chief Haoa. Have you contacted any authorities for help?"

"That was our dilemma, John. To involve outsiders would jeopardize our private lifestyle."

"But he's your son!"

"That made it worse. I couldn't ask my people to risk discovery of what we had for many generations just because he was my son. Kauri knew the boundaries and went beyond them."

"But you're not giving up on him, are you?" John asked wondering if he was being told this information for some specific reason.

Chief Haoa looked John in the eyes and replied sternly. "Of course not. I sent men out as far as we could with our canoes but found no clues. But a few days ago, a merchant we trade with regularly told us of an island about 250 miles southeast of here that is owned by Lam Sin and rumored to have kidnapped children held there until he calls for one to be taken to his palace in Singapore as his sex toy."

The chief paused for a few moments as though trying to choose his next words carefully. "When Aukai spoke of his admiration for you and that you had become special to him, I selfishly thought of asking you to help us go and find Kauri. That's when I spoke to the elders about allowing you to break tradition and come to our island. I understood their objections that I was only thinking of myself by trusting an outsider with knowledge of our culture and traditions. But I was able to convince everyone that having just one man come here was better than who knows how many to investigate the taking of my son, or the other choice facing me of giving him up for lost. I could handle this if I knew he was dead. But how can a father deal with the fact that such a monster was abusing his son? If I have offended you, I'm sorry. I know it looks like I offered this invitation to visit us to use you for my issue."

Tangaroa picked up from there. "With your craft, we could easily make such a journey. We would go with a group of our best warriors and rescue Kauri if he is still there, and anyone else on that island and make sure that at least, at that place, no more young boys will ever be taken there."

"I don't know what to say," John's mind was racing. "And please, Chief Haoa, no apologies are necessary. In the short time, they have been with me, I've grown to love my three boys such that had anything similar happened to them, it would probably be me here asking for 'your' help. And Aukai has become someone special to me. Except for you, he never mentioned having any family, certainly not a younger brother."

"One of the conditions of allowing him to visit you was to keep information about family and lifestyle to a minimum, although I suspect he shared quite a bit. I ordered him this morning before your arrival not to say anything about his brother until we knew more about you. And then it was to be me who would reveal it."

"I understand. The thought of Lam Sin's influence so close scares me. When my boys find out, who knows how they will react, having been so close to being sex toys of that monster themselves? If there is any way I can help get Kauri back to you, Aukai and your village, I'll do it."

The chief stood up, followed by Tangaroa and John. Extending his hand, Haoa concluded, "Thank you, my friend."

"No, thank you for your trust in me."

"Shall we go and see how the boys are doing at the swimming hole?" Haoa asked. Getting a positive response from John, the chief started leading the way. Tangaroa excused himself also shaking John's hand and saying how he looked forward to working with him in the upcoming rescue.

It didn't take long to reach the area where the man-made pool was located. Torches lit the way, although the sound of children's voices would have been a beacon to lead them there. The pond itself was about 25 feet in diameter and appeared to have been dug like a regular swimming pool with one side being shallow and getting deeper as you went from one end to the other. Small waves occurred as the ocean kept feeding this private lake. A two-foot wall made of stone surrounded the pond to keep the water from overflowing. Off to one side, the channel leading from the sea to the pond could be seen. An arch of branches covered the entranceway. John wondered how long the channel was and how much effort must have been made to get the seawater to this location, out of sight from the rest of the world? Some of the younger children, many with adults, were in the shallow side, while the older boys dove off an adjacent rocky point approximately eight feet above the water at the deeper end. John and the chief sat by the end of the pond, their feet dangling into the water.

The area was well lit and John soon spotted his three young lovers. They, along with Aukai and other boys, were taking turns diving from the rocky point into the water. He discovered that his boys were good swimmers as they splashed and played in the deeper end, which Haoa enlightened him was about 12 feet. The sight was also erotic as young boys' cock flopped around as they ran along the side of the pond and dove into the water. He watched his three boys running around naked as though they had been used to this all their lives. He recalled the pleasures of their young bodies and the taking of all three cherries.

The sex play was starting early as boys were grabbing at each other genitals giving it a gentle squeeze. Matt, Chris, and Mike were also grabbing at soft asses and hairless groins of their playmates. Many teenage boys were also among them groping their younger friends under the water. John suspected that fingers were being inserted into tight openings as shown by the expressions of the faces, even though their asses were under the water and you couldn't see anything. There were very few girls around the swimming hole. Maybe they came later after the boys were through or waited later for whatever sexual fun they would enjoy.

A few moments later Aukai got out of the water and approached John and his father. "I would like permission to take John to bed with me." This straight out request seemed so out of place compared to the spontaneous sex John and the Kalaukan boy enjoyed on his visit to his island.

The chief nodded his head. "If John so wishes." Trying to sound humorous, Haoa added, "If he hasn't grown tired of you already."

"Never Chief Haoa. I worry about him getting tired of me with so many others here to choose from." Aukai grabbed the man's hand and was about to lead him to a hut. But first Haoa asked John for a private moment.

"Don't mention Kauri or any rescue until we have talked further." John nodded his head in understanding.

Putting that issue aside, John began to follow Aukai, lustfully looking at the boy's ass cheeks and knowing that in a few hours his cock would be entering its virgin opening for the first time. Even in the cool air, he felt his cock getting hard again as he quickened his pace to catch up with the boy.

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