Jeff Spencer

Pleasure Island

It's hard to say how one hears about such a place. A short note from an admiring reader… a whisper in a bathhouse… sufficient to say that I found myself on a jet to an airport on an island somewhere west of California or east of Florida, and then on a small boat to a remote island minutes, hours or days away. As the boat approached the island, I saw lovely, swaying palm trees and bright bursts of tropical flowering bushes, like pubic hair at the base of so many young cocks.

As the boat tied up at the short pier, I pulled my 25 year old, 6' [1.80 m], 180 pound [82 kg] frame up onto the grayed wooden wharf, and strode towards the native-style villa a few hundred yards away, under the phallic palm trees. Before I had walked more than a few feet though, a small figure detached from the villa and hurried toward me. The figure turned out to be a young boy, no more than 13 or so, about 5' [1.50 m] tall, perhaps 85 pounds [38 m], wearing a thin fabric thong and sandals only. The fabric did nothing to hide the fact that the boy, whose face appeared angelic to me, had an erection. I could clearly see the outline of his full 5" [13 cm] of cock, pointing straight up towards his face, and his small balls beneath.

His beautifully white, even teeth signaled his mood, as he smiled broadly at me, his tan skin making the contrast even greater. His long brown hair, shoulder length in the back, and with a long tuft in the front that would, from time to time, cover his green eyes, flowed with his movement, and curled against his smooth skin where it touched him. "Welcome to Pleasure Island," he announced in his young boy voice. "My name is Chris. May I take your bag?"

As I only had a small gym bag, since I'd been warned of the dress code, it was very light and easy for Chris to handle. He immediately took my left hand into his right, and led me toward the building. His touch was warm and soft, and I felt my own 8" [20 cm] cock stiffening at this unexpected contact with such a delightful and lovely boy. He chattered about the weather, the foliage, and so on, but I found my eyes fixed on his warm, slim body, and the very thin piece of fabric slipping between his tight butt cheeks, to disappear between their plumpness. I wondered if I'd be lucky enough to see more of Chris.

Too soon we arrived at the "Administration Building," whose origin and styling appeared to be French. Inside, I found a small reception desk manned by a beautiful 30 year old woman. She greeted me warmly by name,

"M'sieur Mercer, may I call you Matt? We are very informal here." At my quizzical look, she laughed. "You are wondering why there is a woman at a men and boy's island, yes?" I nodded, and she continued. "The owner discovered that no man could work on the island, regardless of his orientation or proclivities, and resist our boys for long. The first few resort managers were straight men, but, unfortunately for the owner, not for long. So, he decided that a lesbian would make a better choice, and so it has worked out. I live here with my life partner, and we are very happy to have each other, thank you!"

She explained that her name was Noelle, and that this would be the only time other than checkout that I should see her. All my other needs would be taken care of by staff, who were boys ranging in age from 8 years old to 18, with most between 10 and 14 in age. I asked where the boys came from. She replied that the owner was a wealthy traveler who specialized in rescuing boys from desperate situations of poverty or family abuse, and his travels took him all over the world in this pursuit.

Noelle explained that there was only one piece of apparel for the male guests on the island, basically a Hawaiian type shirt, of colorful print, and nothing else. At the look on my face, she added, "Our guests find that they have no need of shorts, or pants, or even underwear. Indeed, often those things impede them unnecessarily, so the shirt to keep the sun off is ideal." With that, she handed Chris a small package and told him to take me to "Number 7." With that, Chris eagerly took my hand in his, and led me out, and around the rear of the building.

We walked down a wide path which was walled in by beautiful foliage, as colorful birds flew to and fro overhead. On the way, Chris took my hand, and, unexpectedly, placed my hand on his smooth, warm rear end. I could feel him wiggling his butt inside my grasp, and he looked up happily at me. My hand closed over his hairless orbs, and then we paused. Chris folded himself into my arms, and buried his face in my chest. He lifted his face up to mine, and we were soon joined in a passionate kiss, his warm, soft lips pressed against mine, his wet tongue sliding against my lips as he sought entry into my increasingly hungry mouth.

Reflexively my hands both kneaded his butt cheeks, as Chris pressed his completely erect penis against my leg. Reaching down with one hand, Chris freed his cock from its slight imprisonment, and began frigging himself hard. I knelt down in front of him, right there on the trail, and took his rampant, cut dick into my mouth, slowly at first, then more deeply, sucking his hot, smooth tube of boy flesh into my mouth, swirling around his already wet head with my tongue. The darkening red, smooth, flared head of his penis fit perfectly into my mouth, resting on my lips, with no danger of teeth scraping, as might happen with a larger dick.

"Oh, yes, Matt, oh god, that feels so nice! Please suck my dick into your hot mouth! Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Play with my ass while you suck my hot cock! That makes me cum so much harder!" When he said this, I slipped my right hand around to his luscious ass cheeks, moving aside the little piece of floss keeping me from his hole. He cooperated by wiggling his ass around for me, spreading his legs wider, and my hand slid under the thong. I could feel the intense heat coming from Chris's tiny anus. My index finger quickly found the puckered entrance to his 13 year old rectum, and I tentatively touched it to see his reaction. Chris sighed, and pushed his ass against my finger, anxious to feel me inside him.

My finger continued to toy with the puckered flesh of Chris's tight anus. I felt it open, like a flower opening up under my touch, and I slowly slid inside Chris's volcano-hot rectum. He moaned loudly as I did, and his little cock jerked several times in my mouth, spitting a premature ejaculation, signaling the approach of a greater cum in my mouth. I savored the taste of Chris's lovely fluid, and worked harder for more of it. I started sucking on his boyish cock, which was completely hairless, except for perhaps 5 or 6 tightly curled hairs at the bottom of Chris's tight ball sack.

I began fucking my finger in and out of Chris's delectable little ass. He was silky smooth back there, like an aroused woman's pussy, and I wondered how that could be. It was later that I found out that many of the boys on the island would lubricate themselves before an encounter with a male visitor, the better to please their guests. I felt Chris's little anus grip my finger as it slipped in and out of him, and I could actually feel him sucking my finger back in, or at least that's how it felt.

As Chris moaned again, then whispered, "Please Matt, please let me shoot my cum in your mouth! I can't wait, it's too much…". Chris then began tugging on the sparse patch of pubic hair at his ball sack, while I swirled my tongue around under the flare of his delicious cock head, and my free hand stroked up and down the base of his shaft, for a distance of 3 inches [8 cm] or so. As you might imagine, the friction on all parts of his cock and balls, combined with the frantic finger fucking of his hot asshole, brought impetuous Chris to orgasm very quickly, and he shot his full load of creamy, hot cum onto my tongue, filling my mouth and leaking down my chin.

I savored his semen, running it over my tongue to get the full impact of this young boy's male juice, then swallowed the excess, leaving a small amount on my tongue to taste, and feel, and smell. I rose up and kissed Chris's gasping mouth, feeling his warm breath join with mine, and his exhausted tongue touched mine. We resumed our stroll to my residence, my hand this time resting firmly on his ass, under his thong, my middle finger inside his rectum.

I opened the cane door to the bungalow, and Chris entered first, spreading his arm in a flourish, and grinning madly. The accommodations were sumptuous, but entirely in keeping with the tropical milieu. A small cane settee, chairs and coffee table, accompanied by a cane and wicker bar, made up the seating area. Chris eagerly led me to the partially divided bedroom suite beyond it. I was very much impressed by the king size bed which held court in the center of the room.

"Please, can we…" Chris said, then pulled me over to the bed. He quickly removed my few clothes, then gently pushed me onto the middle of the bed, my head resting on a plump pillow. He then slowly, sexily removed his one little piece of clothing for me, slowly and teasingly exposing his smooth, hairless body to my delighted sight. After divesting himself completely of clothing, he stood naked in front of me, his penis adorably twitching with his indefatigable passion, then twirled like a ballerina, allowing me glimpses of all his young, male beauty.

Chris then made a mad dash for the bed, and jumped on, landing perfectly next to me in the comfortable mattress. I pulled him to me, content to feel his hot body next to mine, though I'm sure that my hard, twitching 8" [20 cm] cock, with its drooling pre-cum dripping from the piss slit, gave me away.

I asked Chris how it was he had ended up in such a place. He looked at me confidently, and said softly, "Matt, I haven't 'ended up' here. I'm making my way up in the world, and this was my best chance. You see, the owner of this island discovered me living in a house with my parents in rural Arkansas, that they had turned into a crystal meth lab. My chances of surviving the next year and avoiding either being blown up or drugged to death were very slim. This opportunity has saved my life, and after I accumulate enough money, I am going to art school. The owner thinks that should be in another year or so. That is, if one of the guests doesn't fall in love with me and take me away first, as often happens here!" With that, he looked deeply into my eyes in a way that moved me profoundly.

Chris explained the ways of the island to me, as he lay nestled in my arms, his warm breath racing across my chest, his hand resting comfortably on my hairy cock and balls. "Matt, I have been assigned as the person to turn down your sheets at night. You are free to acquaint yourself with any of the boys you meet here, in any manner you choose, but I will be here at night to tuck you in, and anyone else you may choose, to sweet dreams."

I lifted Chris's small body up so that his sweet face was next to mine, and sighed, "If the other boys are anything at all like you, Chris, I'm going to be very, very exhausted, I think."

Chris and I spent a leisurely next day, although I was anxious to explore his sweet, smooth body, and so, between trips to the beach and nude swimming in the lagoon, we spent the rest of our time on just my second day at Pleasure Island, in each other's arms. I loved to feel his 5" [13 cm] cock stiffening under my caress, and the feel and taste of his pre-cum. I tried to torment him all day, by exciting him, then letting him cool down, but even with such restraint he still came 3 times during the course of our play. But given his youth, and randy nature, being thirteen years old, he was soon ready for more action.

At one point, lying on the beach naked together, Chris was lying on top of me, his dick pressing against mine, a thin thread of his pre-cum drooling onto my hard cock. I had my hands on his smooth, round ass cheeks, as he wiggled into me, causing his ass hole to flex open under my inquisitive fingers. As he felt my index finger penetrate his tight rectum, Chris brought his soft, ruby-colored lips to mine, pressing them to me in a warm and passionate boy-to-man kiss. I opened my mouth, to feel his warm tongue searching against mine.

I could feel his little nipples harden with excitement, and his breathing quicken as he began to hump himself against my cock and hips.

"Uhh, uhh, fuck Matt! My dick feels nice little tingles from pressing on you! Is this fucking that we're doing?" He giggled. He looked into my eyes with his deep green eyes, his long brown hair hanging down into my face, and pressed his lips together as though to kiss me. "Ohh, Matt, I SO want you to fuck me! PLEASE fuck my bottom! I want to be fucked by a man! By you, only you!"

"Okay Chris, you've convinced me," I smiled up at him. "Just let me guide you first." I brought my hand to my mouth and spit a big wad into it, then transferred my saliva to Chris's tight rear hole, working the lubricant into his anus. It easily slipped in, with his eager cooperation and, after he felt sufficiently slick, I lifted his hips up. He sat up, moving his wet hole downwards, where it could better accommodate my raging 8" [20 cm] penis, dripping as it was with cum.

I slowly lowered Chris down, and he reached behind himself with his left hand, and between his legs with his right, to grasp my hot cock and guide it to his young boy's hole. I felt his puckered anus briefly resist my soft cock head, but as he continued to descend, my hard dick soon pierced through his token resistance, and I felt Chris's thirteen year old rectum gripping my cock, like a warm, wet glove gripping me. Chris sucked his breath in at the initial pain, but continued to lower himself, as it was apparent the pain was fleeing before his growing pleasure.

"Ohh, god Matt! I feel so full! It's like taking a giant shit, but it feels so nice when I move up and down! Uhh! Uhh! Fuck! Fuck me, Matt! Fuck me HARD! I want to be your hot whore!! Fuck me like the slut I am, Matt!! PLEASE FUCK MY HOT HOLE!! FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM!!" As Chris got hotter and hotter with his description of what he wanted, his dick got harder. As he moved up and down faster and faster on top of me, his dick was wildly leaking cum all over my chest and stomach. I thought about how nice it had tasted the previous night, and soon was ready to shoot inside him.

"Fuckin' A, Chris!! I'm gonna shoot your hot hole full of my hot, sticky cum!! I'm ramming into your hot little bitch hole!! You're my hot little ass slut, bitch!! FUCK!! YOUR HOT LITTLE HOLE FEELS SO NICE AND TIGHT!! FUCK!! I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOU, YOU HOT LITTLE SLUT!!" Chris was wildly bouncing up and down, impaled on my huge cock, ramming me as deep inside himself as he could. His cock, as hard as I'd ever seen it, began shooting out long jets of his beautiful white semen, the first shooting across my mouth and chin, the following jets falling closer to my stomach. His hairless balls pulled together, and I reached out to cradle them in my hand. They felt warm and soft, the wrinkled skin welcoming my touch.

I could almost feel my own cum being sucked out of my balls, through the shaft of my penis, exploding out of my cock head, to bathe his boyish rectal walls in my sweet, white fluid. My balls pulled up tight behind my hard cock, then slowly relaxed as they were drained. Chris slowly slid himself back down then, to remain filled with my cock, still hard and warm inside him. Chris lay against me, his head on my chest, my arms around this warm, sweet boy.

We dozed off, my cock inside of him, for about a half hour, then woke up together, and gathered ourselves to return to the bungalow. Hand in hand, we strolled up the winding path. Chris would look up at me shyly every few minutes, and we'd each tighten our grip on the other's hand and smile. The flowers looked so colorful to me then, and smelled so fragrant, and I know the feeling was the same for Chris. We entered the hut, as I held the door open for my young lover.

"Can we snuggle together, Matt?" Chris asked hopefully. I smiled and took him in my arms, leaning down to kiss his sweet, warm lips. We embraced, naked, and then I led him to the sofa. I sat down in one corner, stretching out my legs to the other end of the pillow. I held my hand up to Chris. He took it in his, then gracefully lay down between my legs, to make himself comfortable in the warmth of my crotch. My hands rested against his smooth, hairless back, and Chris snuggled into my firm pecs. Once again, we both fell asleep, and this time slept for at least an hour and a half, just as darkness fell.

We heard a knocking at the door, and roused ourselves to see who it was. It turned out to be two of Chris's comrades, with a cart containing our dinners. "Matt, this is René and Sergei. They work in the kitchen when they don't have guests, so right now they're our caterers," Chris explained. Both boys were less than 100 pounds [45 kg]. René turned out to be the 12 year old, with black hair and blue eyes, no more than 4' 8" [1.42 m] tall, and Sergei a little older, maybe 14, with brown hair and brown eyes, 5' 2" [1.57 m] and a beautiful, winsome smile. They entered with the cart, and quickly set our table.

Chris and I sat down to eat as René and Sergei set to serving us, though they couldn't resist some teasing. "M'sieur has spilled some cream on his chest, I think," said René, looking pointedly at my chest, still showing traces of Chris's cum. "Oh, I hope that it is not cream that I spilled, or M'sieur will be forced to spank me!" I grinned up at René, and said, "Perhaps a good, hard spanking is just what you need, young man!", then assuming a fierce look. René squealed and pretended to hide behind Sergei, though he made sure that his plump, round ass was plainly in my view. I felt my cock twitch, and looked over at Chris, who grinned back at me.

"René always benefits from a good spanking," he laughed. I gestured to René and Sergei to sit with us when they had served us, which they did. Both boys told us of their life stories. I suppose Chris had heard it before, but I was rapt at their perils. René was from the island of Guadeloupe, but looked just as French as any native of Paris. His parents had died in a tragic auto accident. Sergei was from the Republic of Georgia, and his parents had been killed during the breakup of the Soviet Union, and he had never known either of them. They had both been rescued at opportune times by the island's owner, and had given their consent to be taken to Pleasure Island.

"And that is how we find ourselves, here, sir," finished Sergei, in his pleasant boyish voice. "If only René would not call me 'Sir Gay,' life would be completely pleasant in all of its aspects."

"But, you ARE Sir Gay to me, and I think you love me a little bit," René said, in his lightly accented voice. "As I love you," he finished. The two paused, staring lovingly deep into the other's eyes. I broke the silence.

"René, Sergei, would you like to share our dinner? There's much more here than we can eat, and…" I said.

"No, no, thank you, M'sieur, but we ate earlier. The same food as you, of course, but in the kitchen. We WOULD like to help entertain you, if you would allow." From René's lustful expression, it was clear what sort of entertainment he meant. I could feel my cock harden at this, and I looked over at Chris to see him squirming in his chair. His face was flushed.

"Please, Matt, it would be SO much fun…" his voice trailed off. I leaped up from my seat, having finished, and I could see that each of the three boys had a hand in his lap, stroking his cock. My cock gave away my interest, and the boys gasped to see it sticking straight out from my groin, surrounded by its full bush of pubic hair.

"Ooh," cooed Sergei, "can I touch it? It's so BIG, and THICK!" His excitement was evident. Without waiting for permission, his hand quickly grasped my hard member, with perhaps the softest touch I have ever felt, and his thumb went to my piss slit, lightly smearing the copious pre-cum that was oozing out. I groaned at his gentle touch, then groaned again, as I felt René behind me, his small hand slipping between my ass cheeks. His finger slipped knowingly to my puckered anus, and I felt an intense desire to have his small fingers inside me.

"Fuck me with your finger, René, please," I begged him. "Sergei, touch me there, harder!" I commanded him. I felt both dominant and submissive all at once. The two boys were busy working on me, René, fucking my ass hole with first, one finger, then two and three, my pleasure increasing as he stroked against my prostate. Meanwhile, Sergei was masturbating my hot cock with his talented, silky fingers and I felt like I'd cum quickly, which I didn't want. "Wait, wait," I said, "on the bed."

Once the four of us were on the bed, I set up my dream positions. I got on all fours in the middle of the firm king-size mattress, and directed Sergei to lay with his head at my crotch. He happily began sucking on the head of my rampant dick, and stroking the long shaft, toying with my heavy hairy balls. René I positioned behind me. His dick was large for his age, 7" [18 cm], and his firm fingers had whetted my appetite for being fucked in the ass. He cuddled up behind me on his knees, his stomach against my lower back, my ass pressing against his crotch..

René expertly slipped his rod between my ass cheeks, and positioned the blunt purple head of his circumcised pleasure tool in the opening my anus provided for him, and slowly entered me. I grunted as he began fucking me, and felt chills as he thrust into me harder, and harder. I gestured to Chris to kneel in front of me, and bring his sweet cock to my mouth. I eagerly sucked in the spongy, hot head of Chris's 5" [13 cm] dick, as he began thrusting into my mouth.

We were silent then, other than the sounds of grunting, moaning, and flesh slapping into flesh. I felt my excitement build rapidly at the thought of being fucked in the mouth by a 13 year old boy, while a 12 year old boy fucked me in my tight ass hole with his big cock, and a 14 year old boy sucked on my cock and balls with his warm, wet mouth.

Fuck! I could feel the sperm boiling up in my balls, and I knew I'd shoot very soon. Sure enough, my cum began spilling out from between Sergei's red lips, as I shot into his mouth and throat. Sergei moaned, and I heard Chris then, too.

"OHHH!! MATT, I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOUR MOUTH, BABY!! I CAN FEEL MY HOT CUM SHOOTING ALL OVER YOUR HOT MOUTH!! OHH FUCKK!! IT FEELS SO GOOD, FUCKING YOUR MOUTH!! OHH!! OHHH!!" I felt the first splashes of his sticky honey, and swallowed it all, loving the taste of Chris's semen. Soon enough, Chris and I slowed our hip movements, and Sergei and René withdrew from me, not having cum yet.

"Didn't you all cum?" I said, though I knew they hadn't.

"We have a surprise for you, sir," said Sergei. "It's your dessert, Pleasure Island's Cake of Many Nations. It's quite our most desirable delicacy," he grinned. With that, he and René walked hand in hand over to the serving cart, where they uncovered a small chocolate cake.

"Well, it looks nice, but it's not even iced," I said.

"Ohh, but it's the frosting that makes it so special," René grinned. While he removed the cake from its place on the cart and moved it to a waist high end table that he moved to the center of the room, Sergei walked to the door, and let in two other boys. These two looked like they were 15 years old each, one a Hispanic boy with light brown skin and the other an Indian boy with equally creamy brown skin. Both had very fine, delicate features, almost feminine. They were introduced as Paolo, and Sanjiv, and both smiled warmly at me.

"Please sit here, with Chris, so that you can watch the cake frosting", Paolo said. As we sat, Chris on my lap, my hands in his crotch, playing with his hairless dick and balls, the four boys arranged themselves around the cake at the four points of the compass. Paolo and Sanjiv gently slid down their thongs, allowing their 6" [15 cm] cocks to hang downward. Now each of the four boys was completely naked. Paolo was closest to me, and I had a perfect, unobstructed view of his creamy brown ass, the most perfect ass I had ever seen. Completely flawless skin, smooth, not a single hair visible anywhere, perfectly formed round, buoyant ass cheeks, with a tiny pink puckered oval in the center, peeking out from between those luscious butt cheeks.

Then each boy took his right hand, and placed it around the cock of the boy to his right, and began stroking up and down, from the hairless base of their cock, up to the cum-leaking piss slit centered in their cock heads, each boy circumcised, but their cocks ranging in color from Sergei's light pink, to Sanjiv's medium brown. With their left hands, they reached behind the boy to their left, and began caressing that boy's round, hairless ass, with the goal of invading his partner's pucker with his finger.

Chris and I started giggling, and stealing hot kisses from each other, as we watched the boys trying to maintain their concentration while having their cock rubbed by one boy, and their tight asses frigged by another. I stroked Chris's cock lightly while we watched, and Chris moaned, feeling also my growing erection poking him in the ass.

Pretty quickly, the four boys began cumming, four thick ropes of fresh boyish semen hitting the cake, then more as they came again, and again. All in all, it looked like each boy shot 5 or 6 loads of thick honey, almost all of it depositing on the chocolate cake. I looked at the cake, and it was glistening with its sweet load of frosting. The boys slowed their movements, then sheepishly looked at me for further instructions.

"Let's eat!" I shouted, and the boys broke into wide grins. "But…" They looked at me quizzically. "I want MY piece on a special plate." Now they looked confused. It was good to be able to turn the tables.

"I want Paolo as MY plate," I said. "In particular, that creamy milk chocolate ass of his!" The other boys quickly picked up on my intent, and put Paolo in a mock arm lock. He pretended to resist, but soon enough he was bent over with his naked ass sticking up in the air, his pink opening winking lewdly at me. Chris cut the cake into sections, small 1 or 2 bite pieces. I took two of them, and began gently pressing the cum-coated cake into Paolo's tight pink anus, which opened willingly at the feel of my finger. I pushed the pieces as far inside his rectum as I could, the boys' cum easing its entry into his ass.

After I had the pieces of cake well centered on my 'plate', I then set to work eating my tasty delicacy. I slid my tongue around the outside of Paolo's tight pucker, where the skin was still smooth, then spiraled inward toward his pink center, slipping over every part of the wrinkled flesh until I could feel the intense heat of Paolo's sweet ass hole. Then I plunged my pointed, stiffened tongue deep inside his tight latin rectum, meanwhile stroking Paolo's sensitive butt cheeks with the palms of my hands, desiring to touch every square inch of that smooth, perfect skin while I consumed his ass from the inside.

Paolo moaned loudly, and I could feel his hips rotating with ecstasy as I fucked his boy ass with my man's tongue. Paolo helped me by tightening and loosening his sphincter to help push the cake back to my willing and eager mouth. I ate him out for nearly ten minutes, until I was sure his sweet and spicy ass was perfectly clean. As I reluctantly withdrew my tongue, Paolo moaned, "Don't leave me like this! Please, fuck my hot ass so I can cum, too!"

He didn't have to ask twice! As the other boys ate their pieces of cum-covered pastry, I mounted him from behind, slipping my hard cock into his well lubricated bottom. I slipped all the way in on the first push, as Paolo moaned even louder. "Fuck! Rape my bottom! Fuck me harder! Cum in my ass, daddy!! Fuck me!! Fuck your little boy's tight ass hole!!" I stroked him from one end to the other, my balls banging into his plump ass cheeks, then pulling out until just my swollen cock head was caught behind his anal ring, in and out.

Very soon, I was shooting inside his hole, though I doubt I had much semen left at this point. Still, the feeling of filling this boy's perfect ass was intoxicating. I could feel his sphincter clutching at my cock, as Paolo came into the bed sheet below him. I knew that Chris and I would enjoy sleeping on his cum later. I rolled off Paolo and lay gasping. He slumped down, also gasping, then slowly collected himself together.

Finally, our four visitors went stumbling around to find their thongs and had each slid them halfway up their smooth thighs when I said, "Where is our drink for when we wake up thirsty during the night?" They all, including Chris, looked at me quizzically.

Finally, René said, "M'sieur?"

I said, "I want you take one of those large tumblers by the ice bucket, and each of you is to contribute to Chris's and my liquid refreshment supply tonight." After a few seconds, their eyes widened, then they grinned. René was the first to put the tumbler between his legs, below the head of his penis, and start the flow of his piss. Only a few drops at first, then a wild stream, then a forceful stream of yellow, hot liquid, filling the tumbler quickly.

"Leave room for the others," I said. "I want to taste you all tonight." Chris grinned, then laughed quietly at my audacious idea. " You mean, WE want to taste you all," he said. I grinned back at my Chris. Paolo was next. He took his 6" dick and flopped it into the tumbler. I watched his tight ass muscles, fascinated, as he let out his stream of urine, his butt clenching and unclenching. He began pissing a clearer, less yellow stream of piss into the tumbler, but it seemed to actually steam as it entered. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting his sweet piss. When he finished, he shook his dick slightly to get the last few drops out.

Sergei and Sanjiv followed, with Sergei first putting his dick into the tumbler. Sanjiv teased him, by cupping Sergei's ass with his brown hand, then sliding his index finger up into Sergei's tight ass hole. Sergei wiggled his ass, but didn't let his cock slip out of the glass, or spill any of its precious contents. By this time, his penis was nearly submerged in the hot liquid, and by the time he finished jetting his load of piss, it was covered by the yellow liquid. He handed the container to Sanjiv, licking his hand where a small amount of urine splashed while handing the glass over. Sanjiv began eagerly peeing into the tumbler, knowing that later we would be drinking his hot piss. I wondered idly how long it would be before the boys tasted each other's piss direct from the source for the first time. Finally, the tumbler was full of the four teenage boys' urine, and the hour was growing late.

"Paolo, would you like to stay with Chris and me?" I asked. I still lusted after his hot, tight ass, and what better way than to have the two boys sleep with me, and enjoy some sleepy fucking during the night. Paolo excitedly agreed, and rushed over to Chris, to kiss him passionately on the mouth, then come sit in my lap, his warm, naked ass rubbing against my erect cock. The other boys said their goodbyes, with many lingering kisses, and sweet caresses, and Chris, Paolo and I got ready for bed.

We got under the cool sheets completely nude, and Chris wrapped himself around my back enthusiastically, kissing my neck hard, while Paolo embraced my front, my hands caressing his smooth, round butt. Paolo began thrusting his sweet young tongue deep in my mouth. Then, pulling back he said, "Can we drink the piss, NOW? I've never tasted it, but I trust you, Matt!"

"My thought exactly, Paolo," I said, and we toasted our day on Pleasure Island, then shared many pee-flavored kisses as we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The End