This is a story of magic, set on an enchanted island of eternal youth, beauty, and sexual freedom. As such, I don't expect you to believe a word I'm telling you. That's fine by me. I must tell my story, whether you believe it or not.

Part 1
The Island

-1-

My story begins when I was 23 years old. Upon graduating from college at the University of Hawaii, I got a job working for a local television station. It paid the rent and gave me the money to pursue my true hobby – aviation. I owned my very own one-man airplane and I enjoyed nothing more than flying out over the mighty Pacific Ocean all by myself. Something about the infinite blue expanse called to me and I always pushed farther and farther with each flight, hoping to find the thing which summoned me.

I was single at the time with very few friends and family. My parents had passed away when I was younger and I barely knew the few relatives I had. My friends had all scattered to the four winds after college ended and I kept mostly my own company.

I had no girlfriend of any kind either. Sure, I had dated before, and sometimes the relationships had been long term. But something was always lacking. I could never escape the feeling that my true destiny, the love of my life, was waiting for me in a place I could only find if I stopped looking.

The last day of my normal life was not unlike any other day. I woke up and took a shower, taking a moment to admire myself in the mirror. I was tall, over 6 feet [1.80 m], with short, wavy brown hair. My skin was fairly tanned, but not excessively so. I had a lean, muscular body with well-defined pecs, abs, thighs, and biceps thanks to plenty of time spent in the gym. The feature I was most proud of, however, was my cock. I had been told by numerous women that it was the most beautiful penis they had ever seen. Flaccid, it was about four and a half inches [11 cm] long, and maybe two inches [5 cm] in diameter, but it was perfectly shaped.

After showering and getting dressed, I went to work. The day passed normally until it was time to punch out. Since it was summer, the days lasted longer, and I still had many hours of sunlight. I decided to head to the airport and get in some flying time.

"Going up, Cass?" asked Pete, the airport manager. That was my name, by the way. Cassius Finch. Like the bird.

"Yeah, why not?" I said, smiling.

"Just be careful," he warned me. "You've been pushing the limit of how far she can go lately."

"I'll be fine," I said.

"I hope so," he chided. "Out in the middle of the ocean is a bad place to be if your plane runs out of gas."

"Better not run out of gas, then," I remarked. With a wave, I climbed into my plane, and started the engine. I had a textbook takeoff and soon I was soaring freely high above the aquamarine waters of the Pacific.

But I should have heeded Pete's warning.

I was preparing to turn back when I looked down at my fuel gauge and noticed, with a shock, that I was nearly empty. I quickly radioed mayday, but no one responded. It was as if I had lost radio contact with the outside world. Within minutes, the plane was empty, even as I tried to fly back towards the airport.

I lowered my altitude so that the damage wouldn't be so severe. At last, the engines stalled, and my plane hit the water. As it sank, I pulled myself free, along with a life jacket that I kept in the cabin for emergencies. As my plane was swallowed up by the sea, I rose to the surface, and soon broke through. I was God-knows how many miles away and no one knew that I was in trouble. All I could hope was that Pete would call for a rescue team and that they would see me floating there.

I don't know how long I drifted in the water. Dehydrated, I began to hallucinate, and during my rare moments of lucidity, I wondered if I would die out here alone.

Then, I spotted an island in the distance. It was far but it was the only chance I had. I began kicking and paddling for all I was worth and the current pulled me towards it, as if drawn by a supernatural force. At last, I reached the beach. I crawled up on to the sand, past the tide line, and fell down face-first, instantly asleep.

-2-

When I woke, it was morning. I opened my eyes, saw the blue sky above me, and for a moment thought I was still in the ocean. I quickly sat up and looked around, then said a prayer of thanks that I was on dry land.

I began to pull myself up when I suddenly stopped. Ahead of me, in some bushes at the tree line where the beach met a tropical forest, there was something moving. I stayed still and watched. A moment later, three young boys, all roughly 9 or 10 years old, emerged from the foliage. Each boy carried a spear and a net. They were all tanned from the sun with hair of varying colors and lengths. Strangest of all was that all three of the boys, from head to toe, was completely naked. Bare chests, bare feet, bare legs, and not even underwear to cover their tiny penises and scrotums, which were exposed without shame to the world and to each other.

I was so stunned that I didn't move. My mind tried to come up with an explanation. Maybe they were brothers and were comfortable being nude together. That was possible, but they didn't look like brothers. And what were they doing with spears and nets? Fishing? How far from Hawaii was I that children would still fish with such primitive tools.

Just then, the tallest of the three boys, apparently the leader, noticed me and raised the point of his spear in my direction. He spoke to me loudly and fiercely in a language I didn't understand.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," I said.

He continued ordering me in his strange tongue.

"Where are your parents?" I tried to ask. I got the same reaction. "I was in a plane crash. I'm from Hawaii. Can you help me?"

It was no use. The three naked boys advanced and pointed their spears at me. Realizing I was trapped, outnumbered, and exhausted, I raised my hands above my head in submission. The boys tied my ankles and wrists together using the rope from the nets and led me, at spearpoint, into the forest.

I was surprised to find that, on the other side of the bushes from which the boys had emerged, there was a path. I walked down the path, followed by my guards, until at last I came to an amazing village right in the middle of the tropical island. The houses were made of mud with thatched roofs and every one of them seemed too small for a person to really live in.

As I was marched through the village, more young boys emerged from their homes to watch me in awe and wonder. Like my three captors, all the boys were fully nude, yet were entirely comfortable with their nudity. I couldn't really blame them, though. Every boy was the very image of adolescent male beauty. Bare, tanned chests with two tiny, pink nipples. Thin, but well-toned muscles. When I saw one from behind, they all had finely shaped bubble butts.

I felt very out of place. Not only was I clearly the biggest and oldest person there, I was still wearing jean shorts, a t-shirt, and my sneakers while these boys were as naked as the day they were born.

Finally, I was led to a special hut at the edge of the village. It was built like the others but this one had bamboo bars on the doors and windows. It was a jail. I thought to resist, but only for a moment. I still had no chance of escape. I simply walked into the jail hut and made myself at home as two boys were assigned as guards and stood at the door with their bottoms facing me.

It was actually pretty comfortable. I had bedding to sleep on and a pot of water was soon brought to me as well as a plate of fresh fruits and fish. I ate my fill, then went to sleep.

-3-

When I woke up, I found I had a visitor. It was the boy who had arrested me yesterday. Under these new circumstances, I had a better chance to examine him closely. He was roughly 10 years old, but tall for his age, with blonde hair bleached from the sun. He stood firmly and proudly, his every move suggesting confidence. As expected, he hadn't bothered to dress for the occasion, and I could see that his four inch [10 cm] penis was devoid of any hair.

He spoke to me in his strange language, but I did not understand.

"I need to speak to an adult," I said. I tried to point to myself to demonstrate what an adult was, but he didn't seem to understand.

Our attempts at communication were getting nowhere. At last, I had a revelation. I put a hand on my chest and said, "Cassius."

He looked confused for a moment, but seemed to catch on. He placed a hand on his bare chest and said, "Kimbe (pronounced KIM-bay)". So that was his name. He was Kimbe and I was Cassius. We were off to a good start.

Kimbe came to visit me often. He would spend hours trying to teach me his language and I tried my best to be a good student. Actually, the language was pretty easy, and I picked up on it quickly. Within a few weeks of captivity, we could communicate clearly, if slowly. A few weeks after that, I was becoming more fluent.

Although I lived in the jail hut, I was not really treated as a prisoner. I was treated more like a guest they thought might be dangerous and didn't want to let wander around. I soon learned that there were no adults on this island. There didn't even seem to be a word for 'adult' in their language, so I was simply called 'Tall Boy'. As far as I could tell, there were no girls on the island, either. I had only seen boys and never without bothering to put on clothes.

I also discovered, to my continual shock and bewilderment, that life on the island seemed to have turned all the boys homosexual. I often saw, from my window, pairs of boys walking through the village, hand-in-hand. They hugged and kissed as lovers do in broad daylight and no one batted an eye.

Nothing about them suggested any sexual inhibitions. One afternoon, I was looking outside my window, when I saw two boys meet next to the mango tree that was across from my window. One was a brunette, the other a blonde. Like all the other boys, they seemed to be roughly 8, 9, 10, or 11. I had nothing better to do so I watched as they talked like old friends just shooting the breeze. I did notice, however, that their little cocks seemed to get harder as they talked and soon both boys were at full erection (which was only a couple of inches.)

The brunette boy reached out and touched the blonde's face. The blonde blushed and turned away demurely. The brunette gently turned his partner's face back towards his own, stroking his cheek, and speaking softly to him with a slight smile on his lips. At last, the two boys leaned in, and kissed tenderly with their eyes closed. Their mouths opened and their small, pink tongues entwined.

The blonde boy put his arms around his partner's neck while the brunette rubbed the blonde's back. His hands slowly moved down the blonde's body until his hands came to rest directly on the blonde boy's smooth, tanned globes. He pulled him close so that their hips met, and they began to grind their cocks together as their passionate kiss continued. I felt my own cock began to stir as well. I had never been attracted to men, much less boys, but they were so beautiful and their sexual liberty was so unique and wonderful. When they opened their eyes to look at one another, I could see the genuinely love felt between these two boys.

At last, the blonde broke the kiss. He pulled his face away, looking tenderly into his lover's face. Then he began to kiss the brunette boy's neck and shoulders. He slowly moved down his chest, stopped to gently bite each nipple. He licked the brunette boy's navel and by that point he was down on his knees in front of his partner.

Looking up into the brunette's eyes, the blonde boy daintily licked the tiny head of the brunette's cock. The brunette boy took a deep breath and cooed softly. The blonde then wrapped his pretty lips around the brunette's penis and began to suck him slowly and lovingly. He kept his hands still on his thighs, using only his mouth to do the work, and not even touching his own stiff penis. This one was a true giver, I could tell.

Just then, the brunette noticed me staring. Instead of reacting with anger or embarrassment, he simply smiled and winked at me, giving me that look I'd seen on the face of every man who was going home with a girl after a party. It was that, "She's all mine" look, expressed with the right balance of pride and machismo. I could only smile back.

While the blonde sucked, the brunette was clearly in heaven. First, he simply kept his hands behind his head as he leaned against the mango tree and let the blonde do all the work. Later, the brunette placed his hand on the back of the blonde's head, and gently coaxed him to suck harder and deeper. The blonde obliged and soon the brunette's hips were bucking wildly as he face-fucked his little boy lover's adorable mouth.

By this point, I was rubbing my own dick through my jeans. It was rock hard from the spectacle I was witnessing. I reasoned, in my own mind, that I was simply reacting to the lack of women and that this obviously feminized blonde was a suitable replacement with his smooth skin, shapely butt, and soft hair.

At last, the blonde pulled his cock out, and jerked it furiously as the blonde waited with eager eyes. The brunette may have been a little boy, but he carried a man-sized load in those tiny balls. He shot several ropes of cum all over the blonde's face, moaning rapturously as he did. At that moment, before I even realized it, I had shot a load in my own pants as well. Watching these two boys engaging in oral sex had brought me to orgasm, something I never would have thought possible.

The blonde waited for the brunette to finish and then slurped the last bit of semen off the boy's little prick. When the blonde stood up, the brunette kissed him, then wiped gobs of jizz off his face and finger-fed them to him. The blonde eagerly sucked them off his lover's fingers until there was nothing left. The brunette then gave him a playful slap on the butt. The blonde giggled and walked off, followed by the brunette, who flashed me another wink.

-4-

This wasn't the only such incident I witnessed. Sex among the boys seemed as natural as playing games or dancing and singing after dinner. It wasn't always limited to two boys, either.

One day, Kimbe came to visit me and I decided to ask him some of the questions that had been on my mind. I was now fluent enough in his language that I could speak to him fluently.

"How did you get here?" I asked him.

"I walked," he replied, confused.

"I mean, how did you boys get on to this island? You must have come from somewhere. You must have parents somewhere else."

"No, they are here," he said.

"Why have I never seen them?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "Maybe you saw them and didn't recognize them. How would you know they were my parents anyway?"

"But they would be Tall Boys, right?"

"No, of course not. You are the only Tall Boy I have ever seen."

"Forget it," I told him. This was getting nowhere. "Tell me, how long have you been on the island?"

"Always," he replied simply. "We have always been here."

"But that's impossible," I said. "You can't be more than 10 or 11 years old. Where are all the older people? And the younger ones too? Where are the females?"

"I do not understand 'females'," he said.

I groaned.

"So, for as long as you can remember, you've all lived on this island together," I asked.

"Yes," he said. "We have always been here."

"Why don't you wear clothes?" I asked, gesturing to my shirt and shorts as I spoke the last word, knowing he wouldn't understand.

"Why DO you wear them?" he asked. "I see no point to them."

"They keep you warm," I said.

"It is always warm here."

"They protect you from rain and from the sunlight."

"Those are both things to be enjoyed, not blocked away."

"But… but everyone can see you naked."

"It is the natural way," Kimbe told me.

There was only one more question I needed to ask. I had been in this hut for nearly two months and I had no idea why. Clearly, they must have known I was no longer a threat to them. At least, Kimbe must have known I meant no harm. And he was a person of some importance in the tribe. He was the leader of the Warrior boys on the island, meaning he was basically a high-ranking general, accountable only to the Chief and the High Priest.

"Why am I being held prisoner?" I asked him.

"We do not know if you are dangerous," he said.

"You know I mean no harm to anyone here," I shot back.

"Yes, Cassius, I know," he said forlornly. "But there are those who believe you are a Far-islander. They think you mean to hurt us and destroy our way of life."

"What's a Far-islander?" I asked.

"On the opposite side of our island, if you look out across the water, there is another island. It is full of bizarre creatures, savage and strange. Some believe they were once boys like us, but now they are monsters. Deviations of nature."

"Have you ever seen one?" I asked.

"We have attacked them many times," he explained, "and they have attacked us many times. The war goes on forever, it seems. It is said, however, that one day a stranger will come to us, and he will be marked for all to see. He will end the war once and for all and then his hand will be given to Sana, the virgin princess, in marriage.

"Sana…" the word, which rhymed with Dana, rolled smoothly off my tongue, and I felt a weird chill go through me. Then, something hit me. "Wait, princess? There are women here?"

"I do not underst-…"

Before he could continue, another boy came running over, and whispered something into Kimbe's ear. Kimbe nodded, face grim, and then sent the other boy running back in the direction he had come. Kimbe turned to me.

"I am sorry, I must go," he said.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

"A scout reports that a Far-islander canoe is heading this way. It may be a false alarm, but I must check anyway. And I am truly sorry about your imprisonment. I will have someone sent to you tonight."

With that, Kimbe ran off, leaving me alone with my muddled thoughts.

-5-

That night, as Kimbe was promised, a boy was sent to me. Just as the moon was rising over the village, I heard talk outside my hut, and the two guards moved aside to let someone through. It was one of the smaller boys, who looked about 7 years old, with sandy blonde hair and creamy, brown skin. The bamboo door was opened and the naked boy stepped inside.

"Hello, Tall Boy," he said. "I am Jorim. Kimbe sent me for you."

"Hello Jorim," I said, trying to be friendly. "Please call me Cassius."

"It is nice to meet you, Cassius."

"It's nice to meet you, too. Is Kimbe OK? Was there an attack?"

"No. There was no attack. The canoe was a water bird." I laughed and he smiled. "Kimbe was very upset that such a mistake had been made, but very relieved, too."

"I can imagine."

"Would you like a massage?" Jorim asked.

"A massage?" I replied, somewhat taken aback.

"I am the best in the village," he said proudly, puffing out his sunken chest like any proud, little boy would.

"Well, I guess I can't say no to that," I replied, without much confidence.

"Good," he said smiling. Then he frowned. "Please remove your… thing (he pointed at my shirt) and lie on your stomach."

I hesitantly obliged, removing my shirt, and placing it aside. Jorim looked at my bare chest, saw the hair and muscles there, and smiled as if in approval. I felt a little awkward at being appraised this way by a 7-year-old boy but I guess it was natural for him, living on this island. I turned over and lay down on my chest.

Jorim quickly went to work, putting his small hands on my back, and skillfully working out the tension in my muscles. At first, I was a little apprehensive, but Jorim was as talented as he said. Soon, all the stiffness I felt was gone, and my entire body felt weightless. I moaned and groaned as Jorim's magic fingers did their tricks.

"Now turn on to your back," he instructed.

I quickly obeyed. Jorim surprised me by putting one of his short legs over my waist, and straddling my body. He began to rub my chest, giving me an alluring smile. I have to admit it was weird to have a naked boy straddling me, stroking my chest in such a sensual manner, looking at me with eyes that hid nothing of what was on his mind. Even his little penis was stiff and the tip rubbed against me as he leaned forward to reach my shoulders. As had happened so many times recently, my dick stiffened of its own accord.

Jorim sat back and the bulge in my jean shorts poked his little bum. He made an "Ooo!" sound in surprise, putting a hand to his mouth, and giggling. Then Jorim threw his leg back over, moving off me, and flashing me a glimpse of his tiny, pink hole. His hands reached for my fly and clumsily worked at the unfamiliar apparatus.

Thinking this was part of the massage, I shut my eyes, and let him remove my shorts. Before I even realized what was happening, Jorim was kissing my erect cock through the fabric of my shorts, obviously pleased by the size of it.

Just as he was about to pull down my boxer shorts, I snapped out of my reverie, and realized what was happening. I quickly sat up, pulling myself away from Jorim, and began to dress. The boy looked surprised and hurt, a look which broke my heart.

"I'm sorry, Jorim," I said.

"Was I not pleasing?" he asked me.

"It's not that," I told him. "It's just that I'm not gay."

"What is that?" he asked innocently.

"It means I like girls," I explained.

"What is 'girls'?"

"Never mind," I said. "Please just go. I'm very sorry."

With tears welling up in his eyes, Jorim left the hut. I slowly redressed, mortified at what had nearly happened. Despite what I was thinking, my dick remained ramrod straight. It was still rock hard when Kimbe arrived.

Apparently, he had heard the story from Jorim. Kimbe seemed honestly surprised that I had made him leave, and wondered if there was something about Jorim that didn't please me. Jorim, apparently, was thought to be one of the most beautiful boys on the island. Of course, I couldn't explain myself to Kimbe any better than I could to Jorim.

"Are you well?" he asked.

"I feel fine," I told him. "I just couldn't do that."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well, where I come from… let's just say that, in my home, Tall Boys aren't allowed to do those kinds of things with Short Boys. If they do, they have to stay in jail huts for a long, long time."

"But why?"

"People think it is unnatural."

"You cover your body. You turn down sex even though it feels good and hurts no one. You put people in jail huts for doing what is only natural. I think your people are very strange."

"You could be right, Kimbe."

-6-

A few days later, during one of my conversations with Kimbe, I again tried to get more information out of him about the origins of this community on the island. He always gave me the same explanation: it had always been that way. I began to suspect that this island was more than it appeared. I had never believed in magic but something about this place suggested that, if Kimbe was to be believed, the boys had been living on this island since time immemorial, never growing any older.

Kimbe seemed to have no idea of why these things were the way that they were. They had simply always existed. The tribe nobility had always existed. The Chief had always been the chief, the High Priest always the high priest. What fascinated me most, however, was hearing about the Chief's daughter, the princess Sana.

"Tell me about Sana," I asked.

"Again?" Kimbe replied.

"Yes."

"Sana is the virgin princess, the daughter of the Chief, more beautiful than all the stars, and more distant as well. Sana is the only virgin on the island and will remain so until the stranger who is marked ends the war against the Far-islanders. Then the stranger will take Sana's hand in marriage."

"And take the virginity of the virgin princess, the greatest treasure imaginable," I finished. "Will I ever get to meet Sana?"

"Perhaps," Kimbe replied. "I do not know."

When Kimbe left, I closed my eyes, and dreamed of Sana. The daughter of the Chief. A princess. Perhaps she was the only female on the island. I began to fantasize about meeting her, basking in her radiant beauty, and then taking the long-sacred virginity of this near-divine girl.

I was deep in my private world with Sana when I heard a tapping on my bamboo door. I opened my eyes to see Jorim, standing there before me. I waved him inside and he entered slowly. I had not seen him in several days and his face bore a sad countenance. I felt ashamed, knowing I was the reason for his distress.

"Hello, Jorim," I said.

"Hello, Cassius," he replied.

"Why are you so sad?" I asked him.

"I am sad because you did not want to have me," he said. "You think I am ugly."

"That's not true," I countered.

"Yes, it is. If not, why did you not want me?"

With that, tears began to spill from Jorim's eyes, and down his little cheeks. My heart ached as I saw this sweet, little boy crying over the pain I had caused him. Not knowing what else to do, I opened my arms, and Jorim came to me. I put my hands on his back and began to gently rub the bare skin, trying to console him.

"You are very beautiful," I told him.

"Do you really think so?" he asked.

Jorim was now sitting in my lap and my arms were cradling him against me. His skin under my fingertips was smooth and silky. My hands gently glided down his body until my right hand rested, open-palmed, on his bare bottom. I pulled him tightly against me and nuzzled my face in his soft hair, thinking of Sana.

"Yes," I whispered. "You're so beautiful, Jorim. You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen."

One moment, I was kissing the top of his head. The next, his face had turned towards mine, and I was suddenly kissing this naked, little boy I held in my arms. He immediately wriggled into a better position, so that we could kiss more easily. As I felt him leaning into my body, my inhibitions disappeared. I desired this boy. I wanted to feel his precious lips on my cock and to penetrate his tight, round bottom. I quickly removed my shirt and my pants, until I was naked except for my underwear.

Jorim kissed my chest and sucked tenderly at my nipples. I placed my hand gently on the back of his head as he pinched them between his teeth. Once I had had enough, I guided his face down to my crotch, all the while telling him how beautiful he was, and how badly I wanted him.

Jorim gripped the waistband of my boxer shorts and began to pull them down. I closed my eyes, knowing I was crossing a last barrier, and not caring at all. My cock sprang free and I looked at Jorim. He had a look of amazement on his face as he looked at my hairy cock and balls.

"I bet you've never seen ones that big," I said, smiling and stroking his hair. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll be gentle."

"You have the mark," he said in a hushed tone.

"What?" I said, confused.

"The mark! You have the mark! I must tell the High Priest!"

So, one minute I was waiting to receive my first ever blowjob from a 7-year-old boy and the next he was practically dashing out of the hut, all thoughts of sex gone from his mind, yelling about a mark. I pulled up my underwear and waited, not knowing what else to do.

A moment later, Jorim returned with the High Priest and Kimbe as well.

"Show them!" Jorim said excitedly.

"Show them what?" I asked.

"Your mark!" he said. "Pull down your things and let them see the hair!"

So now I was supposed to whip out my dick in front of Kimbe, my only real friend on the island, and this High Priest I had never met. In front of Jorim was one thing. He and I had a much more intimate connection. I could tell, however, by the looks on Kimbe's and the High Priest's face that they weren't just looking to see my cock.

At last, I pulled my boxers down, and showed them my package. All three of them, as well as the two guards, began talking excitedly, so fast I couldn't understand.

"What is it?" I asked Kimbe.

"You are the Marked One!" he said. "You are the one destined to defeat the Far-islanders!"

Part 2

The Marked One

-1-

The high priest clapped his hands and the guards sprang forward. They grabbed the sides of my boxers pulling them down my legs to the ground. The spears in their hands were effective, if primitive, weapons. They gestured rather than spoke indicating that I was to step out of them. As I did so, I looked at Kimbe, Jorim, and the high priest starring wide-eyed at my package. It was obvious that none of them had ever seen pubic hair before. The fact that it was what distinguished 'The Marked One' from everyone else was not lost on me. The thought crossed my mind that it was a good thing that I was not modest around other men and boys.

Then the High Priest said "The rest of our people must see you and know that 'The Marked One' has come among us to lead us in victory over the 'Far-islanders.' Let us go to the center of the village that all may see you and swear loyalty to you and to your mission."

With that the group motioned to me to come with them. For the first time since landing on the island, I was led out into the village. The fact that I was stark naked and all of these little equally naked boys were looking at me, gesturing at my package, and acting like I had two heads was not the way that I thought I would get to know them.

I was walked down the path between the mud huts with their thatched roofs until at last we came to a clearing with a large flat stone on the ground in the middle of it. The stone appeared to be smooth with irregular edges. It was about 7 ft. [~2 m] long, about half that in width, and stood up about two feet [60 cm] above the ground.

Across from the first stone was another stone also about 7 ft. [~2 m] long. However, this one was standing upright. Carved into the stone was a picture of a naked adult man with obvious pubic hair. Beneath the picture was some sort of strange writing that I assumed described the legend of 'The Marked One.'

When we reached the flat stone, our group stopped and the high priest motioned to me to lie down on the stone. In short order, there I was, spread-eagled on the stone slab before the whole village. I had visions of being some sort of human sacrifice. Only the fact that they had said that I was the one 'marked' to lead them against the 'Far-islanders' kept me from making a break for the surrounding jungle. Then, the high priest gestured for quiet among his flock of curious, naked boys who were still pointing and gesturing at my package.

"This Tall-Boy who has come among us is 'The Marked One'!" he cried out in a loud voice. "See he has hair where no one else has hair. He is truly the one. Come closer and touch him. Swear before the gods that you will help him with his mission to defeat the 'Far-islanders' once and for all." With that, the boys slowly edged forward until they surrounded the stone.

I felt like a piece of meat on display at the local market back in Honolulu. I inhaled and exhaled rapidly so that my clearly defined abs flexed involuntarily. At 6 feet [1.80 m], I knew that I towered over these boys. However, my lean, muscular body was similar to their own, only bigger. As such, I didn't figure that my appearance was in any way threatening to them.

-2-

It was what happened next that blew me away. One by one, starting with the high priest, they each came forward and ran one hand through my bush while grasping my cock with their other little hand. Some of them even squeezed my balls and one or two definitely fingered my hole.

Each one in his turn stoked my cock and said "I will follow Tall-Boy against the 'Far-islanders'." The sensation of a big group of boys (or anyone else for that matter) stroking my cock was something I had never experienced before. My manhood was almost instantly rock hard from all of the handling. It stood out from my body like a six-inch-long [15 cm] piece of marble as they continued to swear their allegiance to me in a quest about which I knew next to nothing. Hell, I didn't even know if I could lead a bunch of kids nor if I could defeat whatever the 'Far-islanders' were. However, at that moment the ecstasy of having my cock handled made me feel that I could do anything.

Finally, the last of the boys seemed to have sworn their strange form of loyalty to me and my 'mission'. Jorim as the youngest of the boys was the last to come forward. He spoke the words in what for him was a loud voice saying "I too will follow Tall-Boy against the 'Far-islanders'." Then he took my cock in his small hand and slowly ran it up and down the shaft. After all of the handling by the other boys, I was near orgasm. I shuttered involuntarily as the softness of his hand stimulated my manhood. It took almost no time at all for him to work his magic with his hands. I erupted in the most intense orgasm that I had ever had. Ropes of cum shot from my throbbing penis and literally covered Jorim's face and chest in white globs.

Jorim smiled through the cum that covered his beautiful young face. I could tell that he was supremely happy that I had erupted while it was he who had his hands on my cock. All I could think of was that this was one heck of a culture. It was something so different from what I had known up to now, yet it was somehow so beautiful and erotic that I felt that I could live among these boys for the rest of my life.

Kimbe broke the spell by raising his spear in the air and shouting "Victory!" Then all of the boys took up the chant. A chorus of children's voices chanted "Victory, victory, victory…" over and over again. I lay there on the stone and thought that I was in the middle of an erotic fairy tale, only this was not just a story but something very real.

Off to one side of the clearing was a fire pit. Two of the guards seemed to be carrying something over to it. Kimbe ran over to the pit and took up what the guards were holding. I suddenly realized that he was holding up my clothes!

"Tall-Boy must now be seen among us as 'The Marked One' and will need these things no more," intoned Kimbe. With that, he threw my clothes into the fire.

'So now I'm expected to go naked like the boys. I wonder if the 'Far-islanders' are nudists too?' I thought. To me, leading a naked fight against a neighboring island tribe would have seemed like a joke only weeks earlier.

-3-

It was apparent that Kimbe was the warlord of the tribe. Once he was satisfied that all of the boys of the village were committed to defeating the 'Far-islanders', he said "Go now. I must talk with Tall-Boy and learn of his plan to lead us to victory. The part that you will play in it will be made known to you very soon." At that point I thought that it would be great if someone would also tell me what this plan was.

Kimbe motioned for me to get up off the stone where I had been fondled by every boy in the village. Then he said "Come Tall-Boy. Let us go to your hut and talk of how we will defeat the 'Far-islanders' so that we may never have to fear them again."

Naked, the two of us retraced our steps to the prison hut where I had spent the last couple of months. As we entered, it was apparent that he must have given orders to prepare it for our meeting. There were now two rattan covered stools in the hut as well as a small table. On one side of the table was a cloth pouch whose contents were not apparent. I figured that this hut would be where we had our 'Council of War', if leading a group of kids into battle with another tribe on a nearby island could be called a 'war'.

We sat on the two stools facing each other across the small table. I looked at Kimbe and realized that his small, beautiful, naked body contained wisdom well beyond his apparent age. He in turn looked at me with a look that alternated between reverence and expectation. The fact that he continued to steal glances at my package was still hard to tolerate, coming as I did from a society where that was not something that you did.

Finally, I figured 'What the Hell. I've got to learn what I'm up against.' So I said, "Look Kimbe, you need to tell me all that you know about the 'Far-islanders'. If, as you and your people say, I was sent to lead you to victory, I was sent without the knowledge of the 'Far-islanders' that you may think that I have. Maybe, this is a test for me to see how well I learn about the 'enemy' before leading you against them. "

"Very well, Tall-Boy, it shall be as you ask, but it seems strange that you would be sent without this knowledge," replied Kimbe as he fingered the edge of the tip of his spear. He crunched up his beautiful young face as though he was trying to comprehend something that was beyond his capacity for advanced reasoning. Then he shrugged and reached into the pouch that was lying on his side of the table. From it, he produced a small silvery metallic box with strange writing on its lid. He opened the box and took out a green pill which he proceeded to roll around in his hand while looking at it intently. Then he popped it into his mouth and swallowed it.

It was not long before the look on Kimbe's face changed noticeably. While still the face of a young boy, the expression on his face had changed completely. Somehow, there now seemed to be an advanced intelligence behind the features that was not there before he took the pill. For the first time, he looked at me as though he were seeing someone or something far inferior to himself.

Kimbe sighed and then he said, "On those rare occasions when we need more knowledge than we require for day to day living, we take one of these pills and draw upon the wisdom of the ages. What we call the 'Far-islanders' are the race that originally were our masters when they first came to this world almost four hundred years ago. They are from a planet in another galaxy. In their language, the same language that you have been learning since you arrived here, they are called the Calleons (pronounced Cal-LEONS) and their home world is called Callei (pronounced Cal-LEE). They were exploring this galaxy looking for planets that could accommodate colonies of their people when their ship was hit by a meteor. Fortunately for them, they were able to crash land on another island in this island chain. However, they were not able to repair the damage to their ship. Thus, they were forced to live on this world and defend themselves from whatever dangers that were here. At that time, the native people who lived on these islands were very fierce and killed many of them before they were able to convert their solar drive to cloak that island and, in time, this one as well. Over the years, the native people forgot that these two islands ever existed."

"At first, the Calleons had shuttle craft that could take them exploring to various parts of this world. We who you take to be boys were abducted from our homes around the world by the Calleons to serve as their slaves and for their study of the people of this planet. They reasoned that if they only took children, they could train us to serve them more easily than if they abducted adults. Since they only wanted the children that they had abducted and had no desire to breed more, they made the decision only to abduct children of one sex. Since they wanted the strongest workers, they chose to take only boy children. However, this was only after they had abducted both boys and girls and experimented on us. As time passed, the Calleons lost the ability to operate their shuttle craft as they ran out of the fuel that powered them and were unable to make more. The result was that they became confined to their island."

"The Calleons also have the ability to halt the aging process among themselves. From their experiments, they learned that this technology also worked on the children that they abducted. This resulted in us not growing any older than what you see here on the island. We are not immortal, but neither do we age or die unless killed by accident or in battle."

"They also forced us to serve as their slaves. After a hundred years there was an earthquake and we slaves saw that as our chance for freedom and revolted. Many on both sides were killed before a truce was reached. By its terms, we live on this island and they live on the nearby island. The solar shield still functions so that these two islands are hidden from the view of normal humans such as yourself."

"However, about twenty years ago, a new leader arose among the Calleons who wanted to reclaim us as slaves. That is the reason for the raids against our island. They don't have the strength or the weapons to mount a full-scale war against us or they no doubt would have done so by now."

I sat there stunned as Kimbe recounted his tale of a race from another world and its enslavement of Earth boys some four hundred years in the past. I was caught up in a fantasy that seemed right out of the "SyFy" channel but was unfolding right before me as reality.

I looked at Kimbe and still saw a boy of ten but now I knew that he was speaking with the mind of man of at least forty. (Or was it four hundred?) Struggling to contain myself, I asked, "Kimbe, tell me. Just how old are you anyway?"

"I was taken by the Calleons from Plymouth Colony in 1627 by the Earth calendar. My full name is Kimbell Weymouth. I am close to four hundred years old as you count time," responded Kimbe with a calm, straight adult face that did not match his ten-year old appearance.

I swallowed hard and tried to remain calm as I said, "Assuming that your story is true. Why do you not recall any of this information when you are not taking these 'knowledge' pills?"

"The same process that the Calleons used on us to keep us young has the side effect of keeping us from retaining long-term memories. It also left us with an increased sex drive. These pills release us from the anti-aging process, but only for a short while. When the pill fully wears off, I will revert to the mind of a boy of ten and neither recall nor comprehend little of our conversation," responded Kimbe.

"How much longer do we have before the pill that you took wears off?" I questioned.

"We have perhaps another ten minutes before I start to regress, but it will take about two days to wear off completely," answered Kimbe. "I will have the mind of an adult for a day or more before you can tell that I am reverting to the mental level of a ten-year old."

"Describe the Calleons to me. Do they have any weaknesses that we can exploit of which you are aware?" I questioned.

"They are shorter than you are," answered Kimbe. "They would probably just come up to your shoulder. They are thin with pale gray-white skin and pointed ears. Otherwise, they look a lot like Earth people. Their one weakness is that the light on this planet is a lot stronger than on their home world. They can't stand being in the sunlight for very long. If a Calleon were to become injured and left in full sunlight, he would die in a couple of hours. Sea water is also toxic to them. On their skin, it acts like acid."

'Keep talking. Keep calm.' I kept telling myself. 'Holy crap! They sound like five foot [1½ m] tall vampires. I wonder if they also drink blood?' were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I sat there trying to remain calm and not go into shock.

"So our best bet would be to attack them in broad daylight while they would most likely try to attack us in the night. Is that right?" I reasoned out loud.

"Yes," replied Kimbe. "That is true. But, they are unlikely to attack us at night because they would die if they were to fall into the sea?"

"How far away is their island?" I asked.

"They are just a little over a mile away across the sea to our northeast," said the boy-man.

"Do we have canoes or other boats that would enable us to paddle over there?" I asked.

"Yes, but as boys we do not have the strength to do so and then still be strong enough to do anything once we are there. We would be exhausted from the trip."

"Suppose that you and I and maybe one or two of the older boys wanted to paddle over there, I would think that we could make it working together. As a 'Tall-Boy', I would contribute the extra strength that you may not have as boys," I reasoned.

"Yes, that might work," replied Kimbe.

"What is it that we must do to obtain victory over the 'Far-islanders'? Do you want to kill them?" I asked.

"No, it is not necessary to kill them. They themselves were never technicians. If we could reach the heart of their complex and disable their equipment, they would not know how to fix it. They would be forced to remain on their island and not threaten us ever again," the boy warrior answered.

"I think that we will have to go over with a small party to see what we are up against. We can't just charge over there and hope for the best. I think that you and I and perhaps two of your best warriors should paddle over there at mid-day and check the place out."

"Yes, Tall-Boy, that sounds like a good plan. Shall we make this journey tomorrow?" asked Kimbe.

"Yes, let's do that. Once you have regressed to your ten-year-old state, will I have any difficulty getting you to agree to this plan?" I asked.

"No, for you are 'The Marked One' and we will follow you to victory," responded Kimbe.

It suddenly dawned on me that the pill that Kimbe had taken was starting to wear off.

"One last question. Where was Jorim living when he was taken by the Calleons?" I asked.

"Jorim is from De Zeven Provinciën. He was taken a year after me in 1628. His mother was from that place but his father was from far to the south. She sold her body to the sailors who came to the tavern where she worked. That is why he has blonde hair but darker skin that most of the boys of that land."

'A 400-hundred-year-old Dutch boy had just given me a hand job! This just gets better and better,' I thought.

Kimbe slowly became drowsy while sitting right there in front of me. He slumped over the small table and was quickly fast asleep. I came around to his side of the table and lifted his small form in my arms and took him over to my bed. 'Those pills must take their toll on someone who takes them,' I thought as I tenderly lowered him onto the pallet that passed for a mattress.

I trembled slightly realizing that I was holding a 400-hundred-year-old boy who was the very image of adolescent male beauty. Kimbe had the appearance of a ten-year-old, but at 4 foot 10 inches [1.47 m] he would have been considered tall for that age. His long blonde hair was bleached from the sun while his tanned body was thin but with well-toned muscles. I couldn't help but admire his finely shaped bubble butt as it nestled against my arm and chest. If he had been awake, I could envision sucking his four inch [10 cm] hairless penis. Then the thought dawned on me as to just how much I had changed since I washed up on this island of naked boys. Only weeks ago, I would never have considered having sex with a boy.

Part 3

The Defeat of the Far-Islanders

-1-

The next morning, Kimbe woke in my arms on my bed. His head rested on my chest while one of his small hands was in the hair above my cock. He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at my half-hard cock and asked, "Shall I give you pleasure, Tall-Boy?"

Before I could say anything, he eased himself down my body and straddled my midsection. Then he reached out and started to stroke my hardening cock. Then I felt his lips begin to nibble at its tip.

"What you are doing would truly be wonderful, but would it not be better first to think about defeating the 'Far-islanders'?" I thought it best to test his memory. "Can you remember what we said yesterday that we would do today?"

Kimbe stopped caressing my cock and turned to face me. "Yes, we said that we would go over to where the 'Far-islanders' live and learn what we can of them while they hide from the sun," responded Kimbe.

"What is it that you will do today that will enable us to do that?" I asked, trying to see how much of our conversation he had retained.

"I will get two of the bigger boys and meet you at mid-day at the harbor where we keep our canoes. First, I will make sure that they have taken 'knowledge pills' so that they too will remember everything that they can of the other island. Then, we will then paddle over to there while the 'Far-islanders' stay inside to protect themselves from the sun," said the boy-warrior.

-2-

Around noon, Kimbe sent a boy guard to get me from my hut. He was taller than Kimbe and would have appeared to be about twelve, if I had not known that he was probably more like 400 years-old. Jimmi (as I soon learned was his name) stood about 5ft. 4in. [1.63 m] tall. His hair was brown, straight, and cut short. Like all of the boys that I had seen on the island, he was in good shape with a trim, tanned athletic body. His 3 inch [7½ cm] flaccid penis and hanging ball-sac protruded from his hairless crotch. The same mature look that I had seen on Kimbe's face told me that he had taken one of the 'knowledge' pills before coming to get me.

He led me back through the village to the small island harbor. Kimbe was there with another boy about Jimmi's size and a small but well-made outrigger canoe. I could see how it would easily accommodate the four of us. I figured that if I paddled on one side and the two guards paddled on the other side, Kimbe could man the tiller and we should be able to make good progress in our trip over to the other island.

As we prepared to board the canoe, Kimbe introduced me to the new boy. He was about an inch shorter than Jimmi and was called 'Chan.' He too had a trim muscular body. He was obviously Asian and, from his name, most likely came from China. His pecs were well-developed and he had obvious abs. His two and a half inch [6½ cm] flaccid penis stood out from a baby smooth pubic area.

I stood there on the dock and looked from one naked boy to the other. Then I said, "We are going to see what we can learn about the 'Far-islanders' that will help us to defeat them. We will paddle over to their island, hide our canoe, and explore in secret while they hide from the sun. While we are there, we want to avoid them knowing that we are there and when we leave; we don't want them to know that we have been there. Does everybody understand that?" I asked.

Three youthful heads nodded in the affirmative.

-3-

As it turned out the trip over to the island of the 'Far-islanders' was very uneventful. Working together we made good time through a fairly calm sea as we worked our way over to the other island. About 1pm when we approached the beach on the near side of the island, there was no one in sight. We landed near a small point of land and hid our canoe under palm fronds. Even though the boys had assured me that the Calleons remained indoors at this time of day, I took the precaution of leaving Jimmi to guard our only way home after having him brush away our foot prints from the sandy beach.

Kimbe, Chan, and I found that there was a paved walk just beyond the beach that led off into the interior of the island. The boys recalled that the path led to what they called a 'big hut' which, from their description, had to house the Calleons' main control room. I figured that we might as well see where this would take us. While the boys had their spears, I had no weapon. Under other circumstances, we would have been a comical group, two naked boys with spears and a naked man moving along cautiously like they expected to be attacked at any moment.

After a short walk, we came to a large, modernistic structure that would have been called a geodesic dome back in the world from which I came. Looking at its sleek lines, I felt all the sillier standing there stark naked with two equally naked boys armed with spears.

"It's been a long time ago, but I remember that there should only be a few of the 'Far-islanders' among the 'true-living' while most of their kind are among the 'sleep-living' in the metal pods," said Kimbe in a low voice.

"Do you mean that we should only expect to find a few of them up and about?" I asked.

"Yes. That is what I mean," responded Kimbe.

"What is 'sleep-living'?" I questioned.

"There is not much for the Calleons to do on this island. Most are in a long sleep where they do not come back to the 'true-living' unless raised up by those of their kind who are already up," explained Kimbe.

I took his explanation to mean that a lot of the Calleons were in some sort of suspended animation in pods. If only a few of them were up and fully active at any one time that at least evened the odds in our favor.

Finding a door in the side of the dome, we tried the knob and found it to be unlocked. Signaling for quiet, I motioned for the boys to follow me inside.

Once inside, we found ourselves in a gray dimly-lighted hallway. Still seeing no one, we followed the hallway in the direction of an open doorway. As we got closer to it, there was an obvious pulsating blue glow from the room beyond the door. Both boys were wide-eyed and looked close to fleeing from the place. It occurred to me that they had most likely not seen this area for a very long time and, given the fact that they normally had no long-term memory, were having trouble remembering when they ever had.

We stopped at the entrance to the room. It was full of what appeared to advanced electronic equipment and gave the impression of being the control center for the complex. Even though I could fly an airplane, I was neither a trained technician nor an engineer. How best to sabotage this equipment without either getting caught or hurt in process was the question.

As it turned out, I need not have worried. Kimbe ran from behind me and threw his spear with all of his boyish might. Its sharp point crashed into the main cathode ray tube presentation and continued on through to the circuitry beyond. Sparks flew, the lights flickered, and a small electrical fire was ignited in what was left of the display.

I looked up just in time to see one of the 'Far-islanders' running into the control room. Just as Kimbe had described them, he was about five feet [1½ m] tall and thin with grayish skin and pointed ears that reminded me of 'Mr. Spock' on the old Star Trek series on TV. He wore some sort of jumpsuit that had a metallic sheen to it. In his hand, he carried something small that looked like a cell-phone but must have been some sort of weapon.

However, it was sight of something that he had never seen before that stopped him in his tracks. That was me, a naked fully-grown human right there in the heart of his control room. His hesitation was just enough for Chan to throw his spear at the weapon in the Calleon's hand. It hit the alien device squarely and it clattered to the floor. Before he knew what had happened, I hit the Calleon in the midsection and knocked him to the floor. By then, Chan had retrieved his spear and had it pointed at the man's pale gray throat. At least the guy had the good sense to stay still on the floor.

I looked at our prisoner and asked, "Are there others of your kind up and about in this complex or are you the only one?"

He looked back at me with deep blue eyes and then starred at my package before responding.

I couldn't help but think: Will everyone just stop starring at my package! You'd think that I was the only one here with a cock.

"There are others of 'my kind' as you put it at the other end of the island at the food processing station. They should be back soon. The flickering of the lights will alert them that something is wrong here," he answered in a metallic voice that sent a cold chill up my naked back.

"Kimbe, Chan. Take your spears and do as much damage to their equipment as you can. We're leaving in three minutes," I ordered the boys.

Smiling, they were only too willing to comply. Quickly they speared everything that they could. One of the things must have been something important because an emergency siren started to wail. I knew that it was time to leave.

What to do with the alien was the question? I figured 'What the Hell' and took the spear from Chan. Then, I hit the alien hard with the blunt end of it. I didn't kill him, but I figured that I had knocked him out long enough for us to get out of there. I motioned to the two naked boys to come while hollering at them "Let's go! We need to get out of here, NOW!"

Even if the guy on the floor was an alien, I wasn't into murder, so I drug his limp body out of the room and down the hall to the door to the outside. I left him just inside the door, not sure what the bright sunlight would do to him if I left him outside.

As we hurried down the path toward the ocean, I could see a crack in the geodesic dome and smoke beginning to escape from it. When we got to the beach, Jimmi had already dragged our canoe to the water's edge. We worked hurriedly to get it in the water not sure when the Calleons might emerge from the trees. Once in the water, we lost no time in paddling furiously in the direction of the Island of Naked Boys as I was now becoming used to calling it. Only after we were some two hundred yards [185 m] from the beach did we see two Calleons there and then they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared. Meanwhile, smoke and low flames could be seen rising from their island. We must have done more damage than I thought.

Part 4

Epilogue

Once back on 'our' island, I turned to Kimbe and asked "Do you think that was enough damage to keep the 'Far-islanders' on their island and not be a threat to you and the other boys?"

"Yes, Tall-Boy that should do it," responded Kimbe with a broad smile on his beautiful young face. "We can thank you for the victory. All we want is to be left alone in peace and that we will enjoy from this day forward."

"What about the 'solar shield?' Will it still be operational now that we have disabled their main control room? Will the rest of the world soon find this island?" I asked as the questions gushed from me.

"The things that make the solar shield work are housed in another place on their island and on this island and not in the 'big hut' where we struck at them. We will remain hidden from the rest of world," answered Kimbe in his innocent-sounding voice.

I turned to look back in the direction of the other island. On the horizon I could still see smoke rising from the center of it. Satisfaction with a job well done flowed over me. We had defeated an alien race on their own turf without anyone getting hurt in the process. 'It's too bad that more wars can't be conducted like that' I thought.

It was Jorim who brought me out of my musings. He came up to me and reached up and hugged me around the waist. Looking at him, I still saw a small boy who looked to be about seven years old. His blonde hair and creamy, brown skin were pressed against my body as my cock started to stir. The fact that he was in reality almost 400 years old mitigated the fact that I knew that I would soon be having sex with a child. Hand in hand we walked naked in the direction of my hut. I knew that I was not going anywhere. Peace of mind, body, and soul are not something that you ever willingly give up.

Then I remembered that Kimbe had said something about a virgin princess named Sana that waited for the victorious 'Marked One'. 'Well' I thought, 'she will just have to wait until another day.'

As we continued to walk, I felt Jorim's soft, little hand on my cock. Slowly, he began to run it up and down the shaft as we walked. I was quickly fully erect but no longer cared who saw me. Up ahead was my hut. Something told me that I had never experienced anything like what I was about to experience in that hut. On the Island of Boys life was indeed beautiful. 

The End