Chapter Sixteen
A Surprise Invitation

Breakfast was a happy, talkative affair between three naked boys and one adult. John was quietly admiring the nude bodies of the boys. In the past six weeks, they had taken on a tan that covered them from head to toe. Even the light-skinned Peter was showing a golden covering over his preteen form.

Yesterday's visit from Lord Langley wasn't mentioned and John tried to put that as far back in his mind as possible. Raphael was first to speak as he mentioned having John's cock inside his ass again the previous evening.

"It hurt a little until he got all of it inside me. Then, when he started to fuck me, it felt good."

John smiled as he recalled the pleasure he enjoyed. It was made even more special because during Mike's visit he didn't have any anal sex with the boys. As a gesture of respect, Mike didn't pursue a backdoor visit during the evenings they had sex in the glass bedroom. So it was an unusual setup, three boys with cute tight asses and two men who never fucked any of them for a month.

"So I guess me and Peter are next?" a smiling Carlos asked.

"I look forward to that today, but before we start with our normal routine, I'm glad you made Mike feel at home and gave him a good time. Now you belong to me and I plan a lot of catching up. Never had I have gone a month with three beautiful sexy boys under my roof and not having one of you in bed with me."

"We should have spent some time with you," Peter stated.

"No, it wasn't your fault. That was the agreement I made with Mike. You see, of the four boys I had before, Mike was the horniest," getting chuckles from the three youths. "He was having trouble at college because he saw so many good-looking boys on the streets and he wished he could have one of them for fun."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Carlos asked.

"Very, Carlos. One wrong move or gesture and he could have gotten into serious trouble. That's why when this emergency with that British gentleman came up, I thought it was a good opportunity to have Mike come here and help me."

"And have all the sex he wanted with the three of us," stated a smiling Raphael.

"True. That's why his visit was so long. It was only supposed to be a few days, maybe a week, but as you know, it lasted a month, and Mike spoke nothing but good things about you."

"We sure had sore weenies at the end of each day," Raphael added, agreed by Carlos and Peter.

"Well, I'll give your 'weenies' some time to rest, but get ready for a big cock to go inside each one of you," getting laughter in return. Breakfast ended and the boys went outside to start their chores.

John went to his laptop and checked the latest news, as well as his financial assets. Thankfully, no message from Lord Langley. Yesterday was rough enough – enough of Lam Sin. As far as John was concerned, the man was dead, regardless of what period in time he was in. His life was disrupted enough because of this man. He had three beautiful boys to focus his attention and sexual urges on. Then the cell phone range.

"Hi, John."

"Joshua! It's good to hear your voice," John answered. "How's your mother doing?"

"She's much better. I think the time I've been here has cheered her up."

"I'm glad to hear that. How has this affected your classes?"

"Well, this semester is pretty much shot, but the professors told me if I attended some night classes, I could catch up and be back on schedule when the next semester starts."

"Great! I'm sorry your mother's illness derailed your original timetable."

"Nonsense. I thought Mom was well enough for me to return to school. When she relapsed, I came back here to be with her. I can go to school anytime."

"Hasn't Donnie," referring to Joshua's older brother, "ever offered to help?"

"He's in his world somewhere. He calls to make sure everything's all right, but that's it. I think he's always been pissed off at me because of the relationship you and I had and you sending me to college. He's currently working at some low-paying job at a warehouse. He hardly ever talks to me or Mom."

"Sorry to hear that. By the way, thanks for the pictures you sent of you and your mother. She looks the same way I last remember her six years ago, when we met at that restaurant. Seeing you in a photograph showed me how you've turned into a fine young man. I guess living together I missed that perspective. I always knew you were sexy, but I never applied the word handsome until now."

'Thanks, I've been very happy being home. I've met some fine people at the college too, and there's a very strong gay presence on campus. I've heard more colleges are accepting the fact that different sexual orientations exist among us college students, men, and women. There are plenty of notices on bulletin boards of meetings and social events."

"Have you…?"

Getting a laugh from the other end of the phone conversation, Joshua answered. "No John, I haven't gotten involved. My roommate is straight as an arrow, always talking about this girl or that one. I think a couple of the guys have been eyeballing me, but I haven't shown any interest."

"Joshua, you shouldn't put your sex life on hold. Trust your instincts. If there's someone out there you feel comfortable with, go for it. I never told you or the others that once you left Paradise Island you could never have sex again."

John heard another laugh coming through the cell phone. "I know that. I hope this doesn't sound too corny, but it's been easier adjusting to life here with no sex than forgetting the time I enjoyed with you and the others. I knew, as I grew older, that it was becoming more and more difficult for you to think of me as the 9-year-old boy you first met. I never loved you any less and I felt the same in return, and we still had great sex, even all the time I was in my teens."

"We sure did, and if all of you were here now, we'd still have great sex. I know, in the beginning, I probably put too much emphasis on prepubescence as a sexual preference, and I know all of you tried to play that role as much as possible. We also knew that sooner or later you had to go out on your own, to make your own choices. The decisions that were made, when it was time to leave, were never due to a lessening of the love we shared or the sex we enjoyed. I hope you know that."

"Of course I do, and I know I'm speaking for the others that they feel the same. Maybe that's why I haven't pursued anything here. I know what I find here will never equal what I shared with you."

"Thanks, Josh. That means a lot."

"So, how was Mike's visit? I bet you too got caught up on a lot. He wouldn't tell me why you sent for him, that it had to be a secret."

"Don't get mad at Mike; he was just following my requests. When all of you are here on your next break, I'll give you the details."

"So how's it going with your newly adopted boys? The photos of them show some real sexy-looking kids. You're right about Peter, he does look like a young Matt. Has Matt said anything?"

"Matt says Peter doesn't look anything like he did," getting a chuckle from Joshua.

"And you have a new dog?"

"Yes, I promised Raphael I'd get him one once he was adopted. His original pet was killed at the time he was orphaned. It's a German Shepherd. Raphael wanted one that looked exactly like his previous four-legged friend. He also gave him the same name, Picasso. That's his dog; haven't thought of replacing mine."

"Unusual name for a dog. I miss Princess too. She was just as much family as the rest of us… How was the cherry popping?" abruptly changing the subject and accompanied by a snicker from the now young adult. "You haven't mentioned anything about it."

"Joshua, that's rude. What makes you think there was any cherry-popping?"

"Because I remember my own very vividly, and in a hotel in California. I remember Chris, Matt, and Mike telling me that it was just a few days after they arrived on Paradise Island that they felt you inside them for the first time."

"You kept asking me to take your virginity. How could I refuse?" getting a laugh from Joshua. "But yes, Carlos, Raphael, and Peter have all had their cherries popped by me."

"Ha! Ha! I knew it. Congratulations. How do they feel about anal sex?"

"As you did, they realized that when done properly, it could be an additional source of great sexual pleasure."

Joshua then hit John with a shocking question. "How would you like to pop another young boy's cherry?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I never spoke of him, but I have an uncle, my mother's younger brother. I guess he was the black sheep of the family, so that's why we never talked about him. While I was living with you, I don't ever recall thinking about him and Mom never mentioned his name either, but she and I found out that he was married and they had an 11-year-old son, named Corey. They went through a nasty divorce and neither wanted custody of him."

"I'm sorry to hear that; I feel sorry for the boy. It's tough enough when a boy loses his parents through death. I imagine the pain can be just as great, if not more so, being rejected by both parents, but what has that to do with your 'popping his cherry' comment?"

"Well, Social Services contacted Mom as she was the next of kin. It was either she or foster care, but the suggestion came up that I take custody."

"You?"

"Why not? I'm 19 years old. Legally, I am a relative of Corey, even though he's just my younger cousin. Mom claimed she wasn't well enough to be his guardian. Social Services agreed and gave Corey to me."

"He's there with you?"

"He arrived two weeks ago; we've been sort of getting acquainted. He's a good-looking kid, blond hair, blue eyes, and still has a little of the baby fat on him. He's not overweight, but just like a plump teddy bear. He's been adjusting great, considering neither parent wanted him. I got the impression he was pretty much left alone most of the time, hardly received any love or affection. I don't think Corey was ever planned for, if you know what I mean. He enjoys affection and has been almost hugging me like he's afraid he'll lose me."

"And you're suggesting…?"

"He comes and lives with you. I know he'll love it there, and I bet once you see him and his personality, you'll know he's perfect for you and the sex you enjoy with young boys."

"Thanks for pointing that out so vividly, but I already have three boys here."

"I'm sorry, John, there wasn't anything meant by that. I enjoyed every minute of sex with you from day one until I left, but you always remember the early days, experiencing new feelings for the first time, giving up your cherry. I know Corey will have those same memories. As for already having three boys, how many did you have when I arrived?"

"Okay, you made your point. So you think Corey is a good candidate to join us here and partake of the lifestyle you experienced yourself?"

"Absolutely, but there are a couple of other reasons too. First, I have to return to college; he can't come with me. He needs adult supervision. He also hangs around me too much and wants to sit on my lap. He's a smart kid; he rubs his butt and can feel me getting hard. Whether he's sending a message or just teasing me, I don't know. I'm afraid of starting something with him. Whatever it is, I'm back in the United States and I know how dangerous that can be."

"You're being smart about this," as John recalled his price paid when he was with a much younger Joshua. "Do you think he'll want to come here?"

"Yes, I'm sure. While we're getting new guardianship papers for you and a passport for him, I'll let the two of you get acquainted via email and phone calls. He can learn about your other three boys; that way when he finally arrives, he'll practically feel right at home. Then you can introduce sex to him."

"Your mother agrees with this?"

"She sure does. She hasn't had a chance yet to tell you this due to her illness, but she feels I wouldn't be the man I am today if it wasn't for the time I spent with you. She knows that sex did nothing harmful to me; she wants Corey to have the same opportunity."

"Wow, I appreciate her confidence in me. So, what kind of a time frame are we looking at?"

"We can put an emergency request in and hopefully have everything ready in a week. I thought of flying out to see you and bring Corey, but I don't want to be away from Mom too long while she's recuperating."

John thought for a moment. "I guess I could fly out there and bring him here like I did with you. I think I can leave the boys alone here for a couple of days."

"That's not necessary. I'll make sure he boards the plane and you just pick him up at Majuro. Tell Troy to give him the same exciting ride in his helicopter as he did me when I made my first trip to Paradise Island."

"All right, Joshua, but let me talk to my boys first. I'll have to convince them to allow another boy on the island; I'm sure there will be no problem. It won't be a surprise as it was when you arrived. I'll make sure Corey feels at home."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Tell you what, I'll send some recent photos of Corey since his arrival here to your email and I'll share mine from Paradise Island with him. I won't mention anything about sex. I leave that up to you when you pick him up. John, John, are you there?"

"Yes Joshua, I'm here. I'm trying to grasp what just happened – another boy here with me." John then heard a chuckle over the phone.

"Reminds you of when you got my first email, six years ago, up until the day we met."

"I guess so."

"You'll like Corey. I wouldn't ask you this if I thought otherwise."

"I know. Okay, we'll keep in touch and as soon as it's cleared for him to leave the country, we'll discuss travel schedules."

"Great John. Take care and thanks again."

John closed his cell phone and leaned back in his chair. Although he got regular emails from Joshua, it was nice hearing his voice again. He seemed to be adapting well back at home, taking care of his mother, and continuing his college pursuit. All the boys had stayed on Paradise Island until they were 18 years of age. So far, after a few months, the three seemed to be adjusting to a new life.

Then he thought of the request to add another boy to his family. He smiled thinking it was déjà vu all over, as his life had begun with three boys and a fourth came along to add to the island population. He knew this would be a challenge. Raphael, Carlos, and Peter came from parents that were killed, almost right in front of their eyes. Corey had a family but didn't want him. Would that be an issue of any kind? Also, was the timing bad? How was he supposed to convince the boys to accept one from out of the blue?

John went inside and logged on to his email. Sure enough, three attachments were waiting to be downloaded. Two were close-up facial shots of Corey; the third was of the boy standing next to Joshua. As each picture flashed on the monitor two thoughts crossed the main's mind: the boy was indeed a fine-looking 11-year-old, just as Joshua said. Of course, the wheels in his dirty old mind started turning as he wondered what lies underneath the clothing the boy was wearing in the photographs. He smiled realizing that before the boy had even arrived on his island, lustful thoughts of sex were running through his head. By coincidence, his cell phone rang again.

"Sister Maria, how are you?"

"I hope I'm not calling at a bad time."

"Of course not Sister, it's great to hear from you," as John chuckled within himself wondering what the good sister's reaction would be if she knew she was talking to a naked man and that the three adopted boys were also running in the nude outside? "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Just checking. How have the past several weeks been? Has the bond you sought with these boys come to pass?"

"It certainly has. We found so much in common and we share that every day," as John again tried to keep a straight face as he was referring to the sex all four of them enjoyed.

"That's wonderful news. Sadly, in many situations, what looks like a good match doesn't turn out that way and the children are brought back here. It's terrible for them as they thought they had a new family, only to find themselves hoping once again for one."

"Well, you do not need that concern here. We're all doing…"

"John! John! Come on out to the beach with us," a naked Raphael shouted as he came inside the living room. John quickly raised his hand to hush the boy, getting a questioning look from the 11-year-old until he heard the man's next statement on the cell phone.

"Was that little… ?"

"Yes, it was… Sister Maria," giving Raphael a look to keep quiet.

"Sounds like he wants you to accompany him, so I won't take any more of your time. I'm glad everyone is happy. I'm sure Judge Samuel will also be glad to hear that too, and all the other children here want to thank you for your donation. Our cook has been preparing some new dishes the children have loved."

"Thank you, Sister. Please call anytime," as the conversation ended. Then John heard a noise as Raphael burst out laughing. The noise caused Carlos and Peter to come inside from the porch to see what was so funny.

"What's going on?" Carlos asked. "What are you laughing about?"

"John just had a naked phone call with Sister Maria!"

The man blushed a little as the other two boys joined in the laughter. "She caught me off guard. I didn't know she was going to call," as he too chuckled at the thought.

"What would Sister Maria do if she knew we were all naked and having sex every day?" Peter snickered.

"Well, she will never know, right guys?" as the laughter subsided and everyone became serious. "This is our own very special world. All of us love it and want it to continue. Yes, it was funny all of us standing here in the nude with the good sister on the phone, but that's as close as she will ever get to know our secret." Getting nods of understanding from the three, John then asked Raphael what he wanted when he came barging in.

"We didn't see you on the porch, so I came to get you so we could take a walk together along the beach."

That sounded like a good idea. While they were walking, John could reflect on Joshua's call and the request to take in another boy and how to present this to the three currently here. He also knew that Troy was looking forward to joining the boys in their sexual fun and he needed to address that issue also.

***

"Corey, can you come here for a minute?" Joshua called from the den. Shortly after he had concluded his conversation with John, Joshua had repeated to his mother what was exchanged and John's willingness to take in the 11-year-old.

"Are you sure? You didn't pressure him or anything?"

"Mom, you know me better than that, and you know John, too. He's going to talk with the three boys there about having a new boy, while I talk to Corey about living with John."

Laura slowly shook her head, "This is so different. You knew John when you were nine years old. You shared a lot of special time that was the foundation for the two of you to get back together and have the life you had. Corey knows nothing of your past; living with John and especially the special intimacy you shared. Bringing this all up at once may be too much. Even more important, we must depend on Corey keeping everything you tell him a secret. After just two weeks here, do you trust him that implicitly?"

"I think I can trust him, but I'll be very careful what I say and how I present it to him. I just have to convince him to want to go to Paradise Island. John will introduce him to the sexual lifestyle there."

"Be very careful son; this could backfire terribly and get you and me into a lot of trouble."

As Joshua called out the boy's name once more, he tried to think how best to present this proposal. A moment later the boy bounced into the room, "Yes, Uncle Joshua?"

"Corey, come to the den for a minute so we can have a man-to-man talk." The boy beamed at being called a man. "I need to talk to you about something very important." Entering the den the boy immediately headed toward Joshua planning on sitting on his lap. "No Corey, on that chair. You're a little too old to sit on a man's lap." The boy's demeanor changed and he plopped himself down on the appointed chair with a not-too-happy look.

"As I said, I need to talk to you. You've been here for two weeks. You haven't been registered for school, and you can't stay here, at home, all the time."

"You want to send me to school?"

"Yes, I do, but a different kind of school," getting a puzzled look from the boy.

"Corey, we haven't had a chance to talk. I've been careful about what to say to you because of your parents' divorce and you end up here when you should be living with either your mother, or father, or both. I know this has been rough on you."

It seemed like the boy's blue eyes darkened. "They never wanted me; I heard them say that. The divorce was the easiest way of dumping me."

"I'm sorry Corey, my uncle and his wife were not good parents. You have every right to be upset after the way your life has been."

Corey's face seemed to change, as though in deep thought. "When I was alone in my room I pretended a lot. I dreamed I lived in another world where no one was yelling and screaming at each other or at me and where there were grown-ups that loved me." Then the boy's eyes focused on Joshua, "You love me, don't you Uncle Joshua?"

"Of course I do, and I think I can help you. How would you like to live in a real world like the one you've been dreaming about?"

The boy gave Joshua a long look, "A real world?"

"Yes. As you know, I'm going to school, college. I've been here for the past couple of months because your Aunt Laura has been sick, but I have to go back soon. I didn't want to leave until your Aunt was feeling much better, but she will never be strong enough to take care of you while I'm away."

There was fear in the boy's eyes as some horrible implication flashed through his head, "You're sending me to an orphanage?"

"No Corey, I would never send you there. I want to send you where I lived when I was a young boy."

"You didn't live here with Aunt Laura?"

"I lived with her until I was 13-years-old. Then I went to live with a man I had met when I was nine. I lived with him and three other boys for six years." The 11-year-old had a confused look on his face. Joshua tried to think of how to simplify what he was about to reveal without exposing too many secrets.

"Where did you live?" the boy's curiosity was surfacing.

"I lived with a man named John. He owns an island in the Pacific Ocean called Paradise Island. John, myself and the other boys named Matt, Mike and Chris were like family. On the island, we could do whatever we wanted. Except for chores we had to do and going to school through the Internet, the rest of the time was for us to have fun. We did special things we could never do anywhere else. It was the best time I ever had in my life."

"A real island?"

"A real island, with trees and hills, sand and the ocean all around. The sky is so blue and clean. We never got bored; it was like a fantasy world for us."

"You mean it's like 'Pirates of the Caribbean'?" Corey's eyes lit up getting excited at what his uncle was describing.

Joshua smiled, "Well, maybe not that adventurous, but still a lot of fun to live on. He already has three new boys living there – you would be the fourth."

"Three other boys?"

"Yes, John recently adopted them. Unlike you, that lost your parents through a divorce, these boys' parents are all dead. They lived in an orphanage until John decided to adopt them."

Although all that had been said to him sounded like the type of life any young boy would want to live, Corey was hesitant to make any commitment. His life had just been through a traumatic change. Adults, his parents, had betrayed him. He was happy with Joshua and Laura. He was trying to believe his dream world was possible here. Now he was being asked to leave them and move to an island thousands of miles away to live with a man he never met and three strange boys. Joshua could sense the unease.

"Of course you need time to think about it, but let me help you," as the man turned his chair to face a computer monitor. Turning the machine on, he carefully went through some folders that included copies of photos taken over the years spent at Paradise Island. Motioning the boy over, the lad quickly sat between Joshua's legs, wiggly his butt. Joshua tried to concentrate on the screen.

"Okay. Here are some pictures of the island," as he brought up each photo which was just of the island itself. The boy stared with interest.

"This is the island where I would go to live?"

"Yes, it is. Now, let's stop and have something to eat. We can talk more later if you want."

The boy jumped off the lap and quickly exited the room without saying a word. Joshua took some deep breaths to get his erection under control. He was sure the boy knew what he was doing and could feel the results. Was he sending a sexual message? Joshua figured that if the boy were more knowledgeable about such things, he would soon apply that as he discovered what sex was really like on Paradise Island.

***

As Corey ran to his bedroom, he closed and locked the door. He pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His uncle wasn't getting the message he was trying to convey every time he sat on the man's lap. He could feel the larger cock get hard, but Joshua acted like he hadn't felt a thing as Corey tried hard to show he wanted to share something special. Before his parents' divorce, they had gotten him a computer, hooked up the Internet, and never set any parental controls. His mother had wondered if that was a good idea for an 11-year-old boy to surf in a web world dominated by so much pornography. The father's reply was, "He's old enough to start learning about sex. I can't see a better classroom than the Internet."

And what a classroom it was! There were tons of websites featuring legal age men and women, gay and straight, into every conceivable sexual pose imaginable. It was then that he associated what he saw with his young 3" cock getting hard and how good it felt when he played with it. He viewed videos of men masturbating and ending with a strong stream of semen shooting as the result. He tried rubbing his hand along his shaft. He got some good feelings but never had anything liquid shoot out. He couldn't understand why nothing happened and knew he couldn't ask his father or anyone else about it.

Then one day a whole new world opened up to him. He accidentally accessed the dark world of the Internet and came across a couple of websites featuring stories about men and boys having sex. Most involved a man and a boy meeting, getting acquainted, finding they liked each other, and taking it to the next level of having sex together. Men would suck little boy cocks. (That's when he found out that sperm doesn't start to produce until you're older). Boys would suck a man's cock and even drank of the liquid prize produced by a boy's soft lips and tongue. It sounded gross and Corey wondered if he could swallow such a potion.

Although the 11-year-old had seen pictures and videos of men having anal sex, he never thought of a man wanting to do that to a boy until he read some of the stories. A couple of times he reached around and pressed a finger against his opening, only to find it closed tight. No way, he told himself could a man's cock get inside him. It would tear him apart. Yet, at least in a storybook situation, a man's cock could get inside a very tight hole. There was that initial discomfort, maybe a little pain, but soon the boy would be begging for the man to go deeper, go harder, wanting to feel his insides stretched and finally filled when the flood of jizz erupted and coated his anal walls.

During the weeks of the divorce proceedings, Corey's mind was occupied with what his future would be. He knew he would be living with neither his mother nor father, but instead with his Aunt Laura. That's when he discovered he had a sort of an uncle. When he first met Joshua, the man reminded the 11-year-old of the young men in some of the stories who had sexual relationships with boys. So, how could he send a message that he wanted to do something sexually with his uncle? He figured if he could rub his butt on the man's cock and gets it hard that would send the message that he wanted to play, but it was having the opposite effect. Joshua acted like he hadn't or didn't want to understand, despite the obvious hardness Cory's rubbing was doing to him.

The boy thought of confiding in his Uncle. He read among the stories of boys' secret desires to have sex with men and was able to convey that to a man, only to find out the man had the same desires for him, but he had known Joshua for just a couple of weeks. What if he tried to say something and his uncle got upset? Would he then send him to some orphanage or foster home? It was too big a risk.

Now, Joshua had proposed sending him to live on an island with a man and three boys that were his age. What was life like there? Although he thought living on a private island would be fun in the usual sense, what about his sexual desires? Would he always have to play with himself in private since no one else was involved in anything sexual? Did John restrict access to the Internet? Whatever the answers, he didn't have much of a choice. Joshua was going back to school and his Aunt couldn't take care of him. Maybe living on an island would be fun. Even if sex isn't done or mentioned, at least he'd grow up with boys his age; the pictures did show it to be a beautiful place. Then he heard Aunt Laura's voice calling him to lunch. He decided he would tell her and Joshua that he looked forward to going to Paradise Island.

Chapter Seventeen
A Visit From The Kalaukans

"Uncle Joshua?"

"Yes, Corey."

"I've been thinking about what you told me about living on Paradise Island. Can I ask one question?"

"You sure can."

"If I don't like it, can I come back home?"

Joshua gave the question some thought. It was later in the afternoon after the boy had told his Aunt and Uncle he wanted to go to Paradise Island. He leaned back on his chair and then looked directly at the 11-year-old.

"Yes, you can, but on one condition. You have to try it for one month, 30 days. If after that, you find you don't feel comfortable there with John and the three boys living with him, I'll make arrangements to fly you back here. You have to remember I'll be away at school and that Aunt Laura is not well. So your return and she taking care of you will be extra hard on her.

"You must think carefully before making such a decision. I think you'll like living there. Now, yesterday I showed you pictures of the island. Now let's look at those who are living there now," as Joshua got up and retrieved a photo album with nothing but non-nude pictures.

As Corey looked at the photos of those currently living on the island, he wondered if they would like him. He stared a long time at pictures of John, always with a smile, usually with an arm around one or all of the boys, and the boys in return seemed to return the gesture.

"They all look so happy."

"They usually are. Oh, there are some bad days, too, but the strong bond and connection between those four have made it easy to overcome any problem. One day I'll tell you the story of how an evil man tried to kidnap us boys and how John and others saved us."

"Someone tried to kidnap you? Who? What happened?"

"I'll tell you what. Instead of me sharing that story with you, I'll let John tell you when you get to Paradise Island." Pausing for a moment as he looked into the face of his little cousin, Joshua then continued, "Getting back to what I was trying to tell you, living on an island by yourself, you can do things you wouldn't be able to do anywhere else," getting a puzzled look from the boy. "There are no secrets, Corey. When Mike, Chris, Matt, and I lived with John, we did special things we could have gotten into trouble doing it anywhere else."

The boy thought about what his uncle had just told him. What were the 'things' they could do that they couldn't do anywhere else? Joshua took a deep breath and decided to take a huge risk. "Corey, what I'm about to tell you is a big secret. Can you keep a secret?" getting an affirmative nod of the head. "You have a habit of wiggling your butt every time you sit on my lap." The boy got scared and was ready to leave the room. The man grabbed the boy's arm. "Whoa! I'm not saying this because I'm upset. What I'm trying to say is that if you do that with John, he'll know what you mean and take it from there."

Corey was stunned. Was his uncle trying to say that John messed around with the boys on the island? Was sex the 'thing' Joshua was trying to say? The man continued. "Life is different on Paradise Island. John and the boys do a lot of special things together."

The 11-year-old thought carefully before asking his next question. "Did you and John do special things together?"

"Yes, we did. Those were the most fun parts of our lives. Now you may or may not know exactly what I mean. What I'm saying is that I believe you were trying to tell me something and sadly, for personal reasons, I couldn't answer you, but on Paradise Island, there is no embarrassment. Everyone is the same and enjoys the same things. That's what made life so wonderful for the six years we were all together. Now, remember what I just told you stays between us. If you have any questions, ask me when you and I are alone. Is that understood?"

The boy's head whirled with thoughts of what might be going on with John and the boys. He wanted to go to his bedroom and think about it. Grabbing the photo album with the pictures of John and the current boys living with him and hugging the man, Corey simply told him, "Thanks, Uncle Joshua."

***

While John and the boys took a stroll along the shore of the island, it gave the man time to reflect on the physical beauty that surrounded him. He didn't think there was a place on earth that could match Paradise Island. Despite past events that threatened its residents; the island never lost its charm, had maintained its beauty, and always made the man yearn to get home as quickly as possible when away. Of course, having hot-looking naked boys made the island more attractive. A palm tree had more meaning when a nude boy was leaning against it. The spread-open legs, cock, and balls visible, while climbing a rock, made even the most common-looking boulder seem like part of sexual scenery.

John looked at the three boys as they approached the house and once again the tingling in his cock triggered the daily need to spend time in bed with one of them. Being near lunchtime, Joh announced, "After lunch, I want to spend some time with Carlos," giving the 12-year-old a smile. The preteen knew what John wanted and smiled in return. When the meal was over, the man told the boy, "Now go to my shower and get cleaned up and ready for me on the bed. I will be there soon," as Carlos headed toward the master bedroom.

John motioned for the other two boys to stand in front of him. The two giggling pre-teens stood as ordered, their little peckers rigid with excitement. Reaching down, he used each hand to stroke the stiff shaft, fondling the small ball sacks and getting soft groans from each.

"Now you two are to go inside, head to your bedroom and give each other the best blowjobs you can. Later, I might want to fuck you, so be ready."

"Are you going to fuck Carlos?" Peter asked with a grin.

"None of your business," giving the blond-headed boy's balls a little squeeze, getting an even larger moan of pleasure from the soft lips. "Just be ready if I call you," as he released his hold on each boy's genitals and they quickly ran inside. Yes, this was what life was meant to be as he entered the house followed by the dog. No man should travel the road of life without at least once experiencing the pleasures of boy flesh and its erotic results. No such journey is complete without having his manhood encased in the tightest warmest cocoon a young boy's ass can provide.

John tried to rush through his shower. Entering his master bedroom, he spotted Carlos lying on his back, his cock stiff and hard knowing he was to repeat the feelings of John's manhood inside his anal entrance. After four weeks during Mike's visit of "look, but don't touch", he almost thought of the word rape as badly as he wanted to get inside the boy. He had just gotten on the bed when the bedroom door burst open and Raphael shouted.

"John! John! Canoes are heading here!" Raphael shouted as he rushed into the house.

"What! What are you talking about? What canoes?"

"It looks like three canoes are heading to our island."

"Hold on Raphael. Let's go look and see," as the man grabbed some binoculars and headed outside, followed by Carlos and Raphael, to the shore where Peter was already standing there trying to make out more details of the approaching crafts. Aiming the binoculars at the distant sight, he gasped as he realized that it was the Kalaukans. What were they doing here? John had told Troy to let Chief Aukai know he would bring his new family over when he felt the boys were ready to meet an all-nude entire village. For them to come here unannounced must be something urgent. The man thought quickly.

"Look boys, I want you to go inside and stay inside. Also, get dressed, but just wear cut-offs," getting a puzzled look from the three. "Peter, bring me some clothes to wear," as John continued to stare at the small boats rapidly approaching the shore. In just a few moments Peter brought out something for John to wear.

"Are those the Kalaukans?" Peter asked, recalling what John had told him earlier about a neighboring island.

"It looks like them. Go back inside and wait for me."

"I want to meet them. I'm not scared. I've seen lots of savages."

Upset at Peter categorizing the native people he had encountered as 'savages', he barked back at the boy. "Get back inside now! Tell everyone to stay inside until I call you."

The boy gave John a startled look, never having been yelled at before. He turned and ran back to the house. The man once again focused his binoculars at the occupants of the canoes. He recognized the young chief Aukai and some of his warriors from earlier encounters, but he still wondered why they were coming here? Then as he focused on the other canoes, he spotted several young boys. Did Aukai want to introduce John's boys to sex with his young passengers?

The canoes beached on the shore a few moments later, almost directly in front of the house. Chief Aukai was the first to step on the sand, approaching John and hugging him. "I'd jump on you like I used to do years ago, but this time I'm afraid I'd knock you down for sure."

Laughing, John released the hug. "Chief Aukai, it's an honor and a pleasure to have you here."

"What's with the formality? I may be 19 years old and chief of the Kalaukan people, but I'm still that boy who first landed here seven years ago and became a man when you put me through the 'Right Of Manhood' test."

"Forgive me Aukai. I wasn't expecting your visit. As you know, I have three new boys here. I haven't told them about you and your customs and what all of us did in the past."

"I see. I wouldn't have come over if it weren't important."

John gave the chieftain friend a long look. For the Kakaukan to paddle the 25 miles to Paradise Island, it must be urgent. Before Aukai began, the man started having an uneasy feeling.

"Some men tried to kidnap a couple of our boys last week as they walked along the shore. Fortunately, my guards were keeping an eye out for them. When the men saw our guards they took off, but not before we wounded one of them. Before he died he said he was under the orders of Lam Sin. Also, an attempt was made for the same reason on Ulanti Island."

"Lam Sin! You know that's impossible! The man's been dead for seven years! Your father helped me get rid of that man."

"I know, John. I thought it strange, too. Remember when you and the boys came to visit a few weeks later and we had that big celebration? The Ulanti and uswere sure he would never harm another boy again. So why after all these years is he or someone like him trying to take boys away from their homes?"

John was trying to wrap his mind around all this. In just the past few weeks, Lam Sin, dead as he should be, was once more becoming a disturbing force in his life. Did the man find a way back to the present from the 19th century? Was he returning to his lust of kidnapping boys for his sexual pleasures? It couldn't be. Lord Langley stated the Oriental had lived the remainder of his life running an Apothecary Shop and later died. The boys the Oriental originally wanted having grown up and no longer lived on Paradise Island. Were Raphael, Carlos, and Peter in danger?

"I'm as confused as you are. Let's go up to the house. We can talk there. You might as well meet my new family." Aukai nodded his head and told the guards, and the three boys who came along, to wait outside.

"John said those are the Kalaukans," Peter explained to Carlos and Peter as the three stared out the window at the greeting between John and the Kalaukan chief. Carlos and Raphael just looked at each other confused at not knowing who these people were, yet Peter seemed to know about them.

As their bare feet shuffled along the sandy beach to the steps leading up to the porch John turned to the young man. "Aukai, I appreciate you coming here. Hopefully, these kidnappings or attempts have a logical explanation that doesn't involve Lam Sin. Two years ago, men kidnapped boys near the Marshall Islands yelling his name. This could be a rogue group using his name for intimidation and fear."

"Yes, we heard about the raid on Lib Island. Father was concerned Lam Sin may have found a way back, and I also knew about your newest family. Troy and I talked together about you being alone and needing some new excitement," giving the man a grin.

"At first, I was a little upset. I had my three boys for six years. Seeing these boys at the orphanage made me realize there will always be lonely boys who need a family, and it worked out this time as I officially became their legal guardian. No more hiding like before.

"I haven't told them about you or your village. I wanted to make sure they were comfortable with the new lifestyle before traveling to partake in yours."

Pausing for a moment, as they reached the steps to the house, John looked at the young chief. He recalled how just a couple of days ago he and Mike decided to open up to the boys and share all their secrets. He had never given Aukai very much information about his past. "Aukai, as much as we've known each other, there's a lot about my life before I bought this island that I never told you about."

"No need to John. Joshua told me a long time ago."

"He did?"

"He was so happy to be living with you. Gradually the subject came around of how the two of you met. He told me how you loved each other and spent three years in prison because of that when his parents found out. He asked me not to let you know he was sharing this with me. That secret has stayed with me; I never even told my father."

John was stunned not knowing what to say. After a few moments, he responded. "Those weren't the best years of my life, but it was worth it because of him. I felt it even more so when he spent a year after my release trying to find me, after convincing his mother he wanted to live here on this island."

"Do you miss him?"

"I miss all of them. Like you to some extent, they had to take on new responsibilities as adults; to learn that they needed to go back home and begin their new lives there. Thankfully, I have three new boys that I've grown to love just as much as I did the first four."

"I miss my father too. I knew I would be chief one day, but not this early. I still wanted to be a little boy for just a while longer."

"Well, I'm sure Troy told you, but Mike was here for a month."

"I know John. That's why I wondered why you, Mike, and your new family hadn't come over. The last time you visited my island was five months ago. Everyone misses you."

Before John could say another word, Aukai turned and pointed to the three young boys getting out of their canoe standing on the edge of the shore, their bright-colored sarongs wrapped around each. "You haven't forgotten them, have you? You spent more time with them than most of the other boys during your visits."

"Kai! Niko! Kale!" John shouted with a smile as the three boys ran up to him, stood at attention, and bowed. "Greetings, Matareka," using John's Kalaukan name.

"No, no, there's no need for that," John grabbed each boy's shoulders and made them stand straight.

"They wondered why you hadn't come back to see them. I had to convince them you weren't angry but had other issues on your mind," Aukai explained.

Giving each 11-year-old a hug, John added, "I'm sorry. Seeing you now makes me realize how much I missed you."

"So are you going to introduce us to your new family?" the Kalaukan chief said with a grin.

"Of course. As long as you're here, you might as well see who the next young visitors will be to your island.

" Boys, come on outside. I want you to meet some new friends," John shouted toward the house.

A few moments later, three boys stood nervously looking at the strange figure, dressed in a native sarong, the chief wearing a headdress signifying his position as leader of his people. They also looked at the three native boys, who seemed to smile at them.

"Boys, I want you to meet Aukai. He is the chief of the Kalaukan people. They live on their island about 25 miles from here and are my nearest neighbors. Mike and the other boys and I visited his island many times and participated in their customs. Aukai, this is Peter, Raphael, and Carlos."

The Kalaukan native walked up to the boys and gave each a hug. "It's a pleasure to meet you. As John knows, all of you have an open invitation to visit my island whenever you want. From what I've been told of your lifestyle here, I know you'll feel comfortable with ours." The boys wondered what Aukai meant by that. Did John tell the chief of their sex life here? And did Aukai mean that some kind of sex is done on his island too?

The chief made some motion with his hand and the three Kalaukan boys walked up to the three and introduced themselves. Peter and Carlos seemed a little awkward, but Raphael took to them right away. A barking distracted everyone as Raphael told everyone this was his dog, Picasso.

"Why don't you three take our visitors on a tour of the island? Take a break at the hot springs. While you're there, you can get acquainted and discover you have a lot in common. I need to talk to Chief Aukai for a while."

Entering and making themselves comfortable in the living room, John brought the native visitor up to date on events involving Lord Langley and his discovery of John and Mike's time travel in the past and Lam Sin's involvement.

"I'm sorry to hear of this boy's death at the hands of this evil man. After my brother was kidnapped by his men, I remember my father being more than happy to help you get rid of him. But now having someone so far away from knowing your secret, aren't you concerned others will find out?"

"I have to trust this Lord Langley. I believe he will never mention anything to anyone. He knows how terrible things could get if word leaks out."

"But this cave is sealed, right?

"Yes, it is. From what Troy told me, when he blew up the entrance, the first several hundred feet is blocked by solid rock. It would take heavy machinery to dig it out. This small island, with its hills, would make it impossible for such a venture."

"That's good."

"How is Kauri? He's 14 now, isn't he?" John asked.

"I think he is growing up. He's starting to look at the young girls of our village."

"What about you, Aukai? Now that you are chief, is there pressure or some custom that you get married?" John placed the question in front of the young man.

"Kauri is next in line if something should happen to me, but it is customary that a son from the current chief is the heir. So I must choose a wife soon to have a son."

John then spoke softly. "How time has flown. First your visit here, mine to your island, the passing of you from boy to man, watching you grow up, now a chief and hopefully soon a father."

"We've shared a lot, John."

The man once again, "Has being chief changed the way sex is for you? I don't recall during my last visit you participating in anything with either boys or girls."

"I still love the young boys, but somehow being the chief seems to place some sort of barrier around me. I know my father felt that. He always talked about how much he enjoyed that time he spent with Mike. Maybe it's an age-old perception that once you're chief, there's no more time for enjoying the younger boys or girls."

"You're young yourself, Aukai," John began. "So here's the opportunity for you to bring down that barrier and let everyone know that being the leader doesn't mean giving up the pleasures you've enjoyed in the past."

"You're right. For sure, when you get your boys over for their first visit, I won't hesitate to enjoy each one."

"I know they'll look forward to that, once your tradition is fully explained to them," John concluded the conversation. Small chit-chat continued until the sound of six young boys could be heard as they returned from their hike.

The last portion of the boys' hike was a stop at the hot springs. It was there where the Paradise Island boys were asked by the Kalaukan youth if it was alright to remove their sarong and step into the water naked. At first, stunned by such a request, it was Carlos who quickly agreed and give the signal to Peter and Raphael to remove their cutoffs. As six pairs of legs dangling in the warm water, the conversation began in earnest. It was Kale who began the exchange.

"The three of us are 11 years old. Soon we will take the 'Right Of Manhood" test and become warriors," getting puzzled looks in return. So the three Kalaukan lads went into detail about what a boy must go through to become a man in their village.

Peter asked, "Doesn't that hurt a lot?" wondering if he could stand sharp-like teeth clamped on his nipples, balls, and cock and getting his ass rammed so hard.

"That is the point of the test. If you can't take the pain, you can't be a man. Some do fail the test and have to wait a year until they are 13 to try again," this time from Niko.

Looking at Carlos, knowing he was over twelve, Kai asked, "Has John done the same test here with you?"

"No, here he calls it 'popping the cherry'. Our butts are the cherries and his cock is the one that goes inside for the first time and 'pops' it. We have all had our cherries popped, but we don't go through any other pain like you have to do in your ritual."

The three visitors looked strangely at the Paradise Island trio, especially Peter and Raphael, who they knew were just 11 years old, "You already felt John inside you? Kai asked.

It was Raphael who answered the boy's query. "Yes, all of us have. It did hurt a lot, but John was as gentle as he could be. After the pain went away, we found we liked it, especially at the end ,when he shot his man juice inside us."

"You are fortunate to have experienced John's love in that manner," Kai concluded, as Raphael, Peter and Carlos recalled their recent deflowering.

"Do you do things with the…girls?" Peter stammered out.

"Yes, we do," this time Kale spoke, "But there are rules as to what we can do before the girls reach the age of twelve. Have you had any fun with girls?"

The three boys looked at one another. It was Carlos who took the courage to answer. "We have not even seen a naked girl close up. At the orphanage where Raphael and I were, the boys and girls took separate showers and slept in their dormitory," getting a concurring nod from the younger friend.

Peter was next. "My parents and I went to many islands. I wasn't interested in girls. I just watched when the men and boys did sex stuff."

A voice from out of the blue was next. "Well, I'm sure the girls on Kalauka Island will be very interested in our handsome new friends," as the boys looked up seeing Aukai standing there. Kale, Kai and Niko immediately stood up as a sign of respect. "So I expect to see you soon. We'll have a big celebration."

John walked up, "Since my boys now know more of your traditions, I guess that visit will have to be soon," getting grins from everyone.

"You have a beautiful island, John," Niko spoke, "And we enjoyed the hot springs," getting little giggles from the other boys."

"Yes, the boys and I have had some good times there, and we look forward to the same fun when we go to your island." The six boys then dressed.

Everyone went to the shore and sat enjoying the cool breezes and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. John and the Kalaukan leader discussed past events while the boys became more open about the sex they enjoyed the most or looked forward to.

A couple of hours later, Aukai returned to his men waiting at the canoes. John tried to persuade him to stay. "We'll figure out sleeping arrangements for you and the boys. You can wait until the morning to return."

"Thanks, John, but I must depart. Despite my wants and desires, I have to look at my life and responsibilities more as the chief. Although I can still enjoy the pleasures our customs bring, I must put them second in my life. "

"Spoken like a true leader," John was proud of his friend.

"I'll talk to the boys about coming to your island. Hopefully, it will be soon."

"That would be great, John. I get the impression that young Raphael would be the most eager."

"He's that obvious, isn't he?" as both men laughed. "Yes, he keeps everyone going. He loves his new life here and you're right; he'd be the first to volunteer to go to Kalauka Island," John said with a smile, recalling the sexual exploits so far with the boy.

Several moments later, the three canoes pushed off the shore and were beginning their trip back home. The three boys turned to John as they began the walk back to the house. "I'm glad they came," John began. "I guess Aukai made it easier for me to tell you about him and his people. I wanted more time to prepare you guys for that first contact, but I guess there was no harm meeting Aukai and the boys today. I'm sure they will be anxiously waiting for us to visit them." The boys were astonished to learn from their young visitors that everyone was naked all day long.

Once inside, the dinner was completed and with the setting sun, Carlos asked, trying to believe what he had heard earlier at the hot springs, "Boys and girls naked all the time?"

"And men and women," John added. "It's been a custom for many hundreds of years. Nudity was nothing to be ashamed of, and with it came beautiful sex. That's why the Kalaukans never let any strangers come to the eastern side of their island where the village is. You three are already getting a head start being naked all the time yourselves."

"So the boys do sex all day long?" Raphael was eager to know.

"Life is a little different there. They have to support themselves. So everyone, including the boys and girls, help in various ways. There are fields of crops that are tended and some handmade items to make for trade. Troy stops over weekly to pick up what the Kalaukans have for sale and brings back supplies not available on their island.

"Since they keep their village on the eastern side of the island private, the only visitors are permitted on the western end, where of course they are dressed in their native clothing. A schoolteacher comes by to educate them. And yes Raphael, they do lots of sex, but even in that, there are traditions and rules as to what kind of sex can be done at what age." Taking a pause, John looked at the clock on the wall.

"Look guys, it's late. We could spend all night talking about the Kalaukans. Since Chief Aukai made an unexpected visit, you heard his invitation to his island. So think about it and maybe soon we'll go and you'll get to see real freedom when it comes to enjoying sex."

Carlos reminded John that the two of them were getting ready to enjoy sex when the Kalaukans arrived. John smiled and agreed. Half an hour later, with the lights out and the cool breeze floating through the open window, the boy's eyes were closed as his young cock went through the slow rising to an orgasmic peak as the man's lips and tongue worked over the slim flesh tube and silky ball sack. It wasn't long before he arched his back as the waves of a new orgasm swept over his body. Like all the boys who had the pleasure of having their cocks ministered by John, the sensations their youthful bodies experienced as the fireworks exploded was something that never got old, boring, or diminished in the pleasures produced. When Carlos came back to earth and his breathing returned to normal, he gave the man a huge smile. No words were needed. John knew that the boy had another great release, but then he was surprised as John held his fingers in front of him.

"Is that me?" he asked, as John's fingers were covered in sweet boy cum.

"I swallowed most of it, but your cock then shot some more and my hand caught it. You're growing up and all the sucking your cock has been going through is making your balls shoot more sperm."

Carlos then reached over to grab the jar of lubricant as he prepared to return the sexual favor, allowing the man the pleasure of his tight boy ass. He was surprised when John shook his head no.

"Not tonight. I'm tired. Don't worry; I'll enjoy that cute little butt of yours in the morning. Let's get to sleep," as the man and boy cuddled against one another as the sound of the waves finishing their journey on the sandy shore were the last they heard before sleep overtook them.

The following morning, as Carlos awoke, he saw John smearing the slippery lubricant on his stiff pole. "I'm ready now," the man gave the boy a huge grin. The boy got into position on his stomach, ass raised, and soon felt the man's cock pressed against his tight opening. As opposed to the night he lost his virginity, John didn't go in very slow paces. His cock, once it broke through the anal wall, continued non-stop until the boy knew he was fully impaled. The man did give the boy a few moments to get used to having his ass filled but then began the in and out movement.

There was a pain as John entered him, but nothing like when he lost his cherry. When the piston motion began, he recognized the feeling he got the first time as pain turned into pleasure. He liked it. His ass was rippling with the sensations each time John's cock pushed deep inside him. His cock was stiff and he thought he was oozing boy cum. Carlos knew the end was near as John began to grunt and pound harder trying to get as deep inside the boy as possible. Then two moans occurred at the same moment: one was when the man's cock was shooting its creamy cum inside the boy's channel. The other came from Carlos as he felt the man's juice splashing against his anal walls. To his surprise, his cock had another orgasm as he felt his stomach get wet from the sticky substance.

Neither man nor boy wanted the cock to leave its warm embrace, but sadly, as it got soft, it slowly popped out of the stretched boy hole followed by a slow stream of John's cum. Both Carlos and the man laid next to each other. No word was spoken. What could someone say after the wonderful sex both had experienced?

Chapter Eighteen
Out Of This World

After breakfast and the daily chores being completed, John called the boys into the living room. Peter and Raphael gave Carlos a grin, as they knew what had happened between him and John when they woke up and were wondering who would be next, expecting their adult friend to make an announcement. Instead, they were taken aback by the revelation that was presented to them.

John felt the sooner he brought up the issue of Corey, the quicker an agreement could be made whether to invite the boy over or not. "Yesterday morning, after I got that phone call from Sister Maria, I received one from Joshua. He asked me a favor that I felt had to be discussed among us as a family."

"Is Joshua OK?" Carlos asked.

"He's doing fine. As I told you before, he was the last one to leave here to be with his mother who hadn't been feeling well. I enrolled him in a nearby college where he's trying to start his freshman year. Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to attend classes as often as he needs and he is falling behind in his very first semester. The good news is that his mother has been feeling better and soon Joshua can attend some extra classes to make up and be back on schedule. Now, none of this is anything important concerning all of us, but I wanted you to know, as you've always been, and still are, interested in the boys who lived here before." The three boys nodded their heads and waited for John to continue.

"Joshua has an uncle, his mother's brother. He's married and has an 11-year-old son named Corey. Sadly, the parents never got along and recently filed for divorce. You know what divorce is, don't you?"

"Husband and wife not married anymore?" Carlos answered.

"The Sisters said divorce was a sin," added Raphael.

"You're both right. A divorce means the husband and wife no longer wish to be married, and in some religions, that's considered a sin. Marriage is supposed to be something for life. Regardless, Joshua's uncle and his wife did get a divorce, but in a divorce, someone innocent gets hurt."

It was Peter who raised his hand. "Corey could only live with either his mother or father."

"That's what usually happens. In this case, neither Corey's mother nor father wanted him to live with them. In other words, his parents didn't want him."

The three boys were shocked at such an act. Each would have done anything to have their parents back. Yet here was a boy that wasn't wanted or loved by either.

"So what happened to Corey?" Peter put forth the question.

"Well, legally Joshua's mother would be the nearest next of kin, but she's been too ill to take care of a young boy. So the next nearest relative to Corey is Joshua. At the moment Corey is living with him and his Aunt."

John could tell the wheels were turning in the boys' heads. Were they reaching the same conclusion? Carlos was the first to start pinpointing where all this discussion was heading. "But Joshua's going back to school soon, right? And his mother can't take care of him." John just nodded his head.

"Are they going to put him in an orphanage?" from Raphael.

It was Peter who logically figured where all this was going as he laid it out. "Joshua isn't going to let Corey end up in an orphanage," pausing for a moment. "Joshua grew up here on Paradise Island. He wants Corey to come here and live with you?" getting startled looks from the three boys.

All John did was nod his head as he reached toward his desk and grabbed the pictures Joshua had sent of the boy and passed it to the others. "That is Corey, and as I mentioned earlier, he's 11-years-old. His parents may be alive, but he'll never see them again. No boy or girl should have parents that don't want you."

Raphael asked the million-dollar question. "You told Joshua that Corey could come and live here?"

"No, I didn't Raphael. I told him all of us would discuss it and decide. Bringing in a new boy is a big change. I reminded Joshua about when I brought him here unannounced and how resentful, especially Mike, was having a new boy without talking to them first. That's what we're doing today regarding Corey."

Looking at the pictures, Peter began, "Does he know about how we live here and the sex we do?"

"I'm not sure how much Joshua has told him," John surmised. "If we accept him, I'm sure Joshua will tell him something of what to expect when he gets here. That way if Corey decides it's not something he wants to do, that will be the end of it."

"This is different," Carlos put in, "You knew Joshua before so he knew what was going to happen if he came here."

"True. What he was hoping for was that it would be just him and I living together here. When I told him I already had three other boys, his biggest concern was that they wouldn't like him, and I'm sure Corey will feel the same. That's why I wanted to talk to you. He's been rejected by his mother and father. I'd rather not have him here if you guys aren't going to do your best to make him feel like part of the family."

"Joshua must think Corey will like how we live. He wouldn't ask you to take care of him if he didn't" Peter concluded.

"Good assumption Peter."

"So Corey can have the same kind of life he did when he lived here," Carlos added.

"You're right Carlos. Joshua has almost seven wonderful years of memories from living here. So at the moment, he has a nephew with no parents and no one who can take care of him. He remembers what it was like living here and wants Corey to experience the same."

"So you want to bring him here to live with us?" from Raphael.

"Only if all of you agree. I told you this was a family discussion. Your feelings about this are very important to me."

The three boys were silent for a while as they again looked at the photos of the boy everyone was considering adding to the current family. Peter then asked, "If we agree, when would he get here?"

"At least not for a week, maybe more. Joshua has to get documents ready so that Corey can leave the country as well as guardianship papers placing me in charge of him."

"Something like our adoption?"

"No Raphael, adoption means you belong to me forever. Guardianship means I'm taking care of Corey until he has to go back home."

Then the next question came up that John was wondering when it would be asked and how he was going to answer it. It came from Carlos.

"Does Corey do sex stuff with Joshua?"

"No, he doesn't. Joshua has no idea what Corey knows about sex. Plus he's being very careful about that not knowing how Corey would react if he tried anything with him. He did say Corey likes to sit on his lap and rub his butt when he feels Joshua gets hard." This brought giggles from the three boys.

"That's a good sign," Raphael said with a grin.

"If you bring Corey here and he's never done any sex before, how will he fit in?" came from Peter.

"Remember your struggles deciding whether to live a sexual lifestyle with us or not? It took the three of us trying to convince you that sex was a wonderful, beautiful feeling that all boys should experience. Have you ever regretted your decision to stay here and live naked most of the time and having sex whenever you want?" getting a shake of the head and a wide grin from the boy in return.

"So the four of us will have to gradually convince Corey the same way. I'm sure he's no different than any of you deep inside. He's probably heard and maybe even read a lot about sex and often wondered what it would be like to experience it. All of us will have to show him. I'm 100% certain that once he's tried it, he'll be another horny little boy I'll get to enjoy as well as you three. With four boys here, you can rotate more to play around with."

"What if he won't do it?" Carlos put forth.

"I hope that doesn't happen. If it does, I'll have to send him home and Joshua will have to decide what to do with him. Now, I want you to think about this, talk among yourselves, ask me any question you have and in a couple of days, we'll make a final decision that I'll pass on to Joshua. Now it's getting late, so let's shower and get ready for bed. Let's see, Raphael, do you want to share my bed tonight?" getting an eager affirmation from the 11-year-old knowing that a wonderful blowjob awaited him as well as another liquid deposit into his tight little ass.

***

Corey rushed back to his bedroom, quickly closed and locked the door, and jumped onto his bed. His breathing was fast, excited. He didn't want his uncle to see his reaction to what had just been shared. He needed time to think over the ramifications of what this private revelation meant.

Things, things? What was his uncle trying to tell him? Were John and the boys doing those 'things' he saw photographs of on the Internet? Men, and boys having sex with each other? Did his uncle do sex stuff with John while he was living with him? And did he do sex stuff with the other boys? Corey's mind flooded with questions he wanted to ask his uncle.

He looked at the photos in the album his uncle loaned him; everyone seemed to be happy and having a good time. What secrets did the four share among themselves? Was it sex? He understood what Joshua meant by living on a private island. There were no neighbors to spy on them. They could do whatever they wanted. He then asked himself the next question: If the four were involved sexually, would they include him in their sex games? What kind of sex would he have to do to prove himself?

Corey had enjoyed wiggling his butt when sitting on his uncle's lap and feeling the man's cock get stiff. He had seen photos of naked boys doing that to men and the men grabbing the boys and doing sex stuff with them. He had wondered if Joshua would react the same way. His uncle knew what message the 11-year-old was sending, but didn't want to act upon it, but he said John would if he did that to him.

The thought of being naked with a grown man was making his little cock stiffer than ever, harder than he could recall after spending time viewing the pornographic images and movies. He dropped his pants and shorts, stood in front of a mirror, and starting playing with it the way he had seen it in the photos and movies. Soon he lay back on his bed starting to enjoy the familiar sensations he knew were coming from his stroking. He let out low moans as his fingers worked faster his circumcised cock and that strange wonderful tingling sensation began to take over his entire body.

Soon, he felt that wave of pleasure shake his whole form as he peaked his dry orgasm. Masturbating was a relatively new act he had read about and every chance he had he would rub his pecker back and forth until his body seemed to float as his breathing became ragged and sweat formed over him. As he settled back to the present, he wondered if this was what awaited him on Paradise Island? If so, he couldn't wait to get there.

Outside the boy's bedroom door, Joshua smiled as he heard the soft moaning coming from the young boy. Yes, his little cousin would be a perfect fit for the sexual lifestyle of Paradise Island. He envied John, as he knew the man would thoroughly enjoy popping the newest cherry and depositing the first of many loads of man cum into the boy's cute ass.

***

In the dark of evening, another door, thousands of miles away, another moaning was signally the pleasure how a young cock was feeling as the man tongue licked along the shaft, over the mushroom head, and then engulfed it in his mouth. Now his cock was being licked all over at the same time. Sometimes, his balls would be included, his whole groin area like inside a washing machine, attention being paid to each part.

John and the boys had a non-verbal method of communicating while he was giving oral to each boy. The boy would grip the man's hand and as the feelings intensified, he would squeeze — and boy was Raphael squeezing! His body movement was showing that he was very close to having a great boy orgasm. Releasing all but his cock, John continued licking and sucking until the boy arched his back and let out a large moan, his body making slow jerks as he rode the rollercoaster of pleasure.

The man's hand slowly went over the boy's smooth baby-soft skin as he waited for Raphael to open his eyes. Smiling at the man, he quietly stated, "That was the best one ever. I could do that over and over."

"Well, I've had several years of practice with the boys who were here before. They became good at it themselves, so even if it wasn't me giving them a blowjob, they knew it would be just as great from one of the others."

"I like getting sucked by Carlos and Peter, but I don't get the same finish as I do with you."

"Like I said Raphael, practice. Soon you'll be sucking me and I look forward to those feelings from you."

The boy knew what the man meant. Each had felt what seemed like a large amount of sperm being shot in their asses. They had felt it as it leaked from their butts. All felt they probably wouldn't like the taste, but recall what Mike had told them about pleasuring John in return. Raphael then turned on his stomach, placed a pillow under him, and without saying a word had signaled he was ready for John's cock to make its home inside him.

"No, Raphael, we're going to try something different. Part of learning about and enjoying sex is discovering different ways to do it," as John told the boy to get off the bed. He got on the bed on his back, his stiff pole pointed to the ceiling, knowing new sensations was soon coming. "Reach over to the nightstand, open the drawer and get the lube we're going to use and one of those small towels. The 11-year-old was curious what new sex he was going to try.

"Spread some of that lube in your hand, not a whole lot, and spread it over my cock." The boy did as he was told making sure the man's cock was slippery from the head to the base.

"Now put some on two fingers and try to spread as much of it as you can on your hole." Raphael looked at John who just smiled at him. He reached around and spread what he could.

"Great, clean your hand with the towel, then stand above me here. Now, instead of me pushing myself into you, you're going to sit on it and push yourself down all the way. It's called riding the cock. You control how much you want to push and how long it takes. You control everything." The boy was intrigued by what the man had suggested, but he wasn't sure if he could do it. "Put your hands on my thighs to balance yourself. I'm ready when you are."

Raphael started to squat as he felt his ass touch the man's cock. "You may have to grab it and aim it at your hole. Use the towel afterward."

The boy reached around and took hold of the large member and placed it right as the tight opening. Taking deep breaths he started to push down. First, he felt the pain. Since this was only the second time he was getting fucked and it had been over a month ago, he knew he was just as tight as he was when he lost his virginity. He closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and pushed. "Ahh," he cried out as more pain was felt. His first impulse was to stand up and stop this pain, but he saw the approving nod from John and knew he couldn't disappoint him.

"You're doing fine, Raphael. As the pain goes down, you can try pushing some more. You control the pace, take your time."

The boy nodded his head and pushed. There was more pain, but it wasn't as bad as when it started. He had about an inch of the man's cock inside. Then he got into a rhythm where he would push a little, get used to the intrusion and then repeat. As he got deeper, the pain became less and less. He was feeling the sensations his ass was giving him as it clamped on the man's cock. For John, he was trying to resist the temptation to lurch up and finish impaling the boy in one thrust. Patience paid off, as soon, the ass of the boy made contact with his groin area.

"I did it!" Raphael said as though with a sigh of relief. Sweat was pouring off him dripping on John. How more erotic could that scene be? He was told by John to stay still for a couple of moments until he was ready to get fucked. The boy closed his eyes trying to concentrate on feeling a part of the man inside him. It was as though he felt it should always be inside him, that his hole was meant to provide pleasure.

"Are you ready?" John asked the sweet boy.

He missed having a boy riding his cock. As the previous four boys entered their teens, he would have them sit on his cock and bounce until he shot a streaming load deep inside, Usually at the same time they were jacking off and simultaneously shoot their teen sperm over John. He wasn't sure if he should start this early on the current three, but the sight of an 11-year-old impaled on his stiff cock made him realize that any position was possible as long as he was deep inside a tight boy hole.

"Lean forward a little. I'm going to raise my knees and plant my feet," as John got into position. "You can lean back if you want," as the boy found he had a place to rest if needed. "Now lean forward again and I'll take over from here."

Raphael felt the man's cock pull part-way out and then pushed back in again as though trying to find a deeper spot inside the 11-year-old's ass. Raphael knew this was when being fucked by John, the real pleasure began. He closed his eyes and moaned as the in-and-out motion continued. The man was very happy when he saw that as he pushed his cock back inside, the boy pushed downward as through trying to get as much inside as possible. He wiggled his ass wanting every inch of his anal walls to feel the invader against it. Yes, Raphael was riding his cock.

John grabbed the boy's stiff cock stroking it. For several minutes this coupled man/boy cared for nothing but the intense feelings they were experiencing. As John's pistol action increased, so did the floodgates of his balls get closer to its release. With one last shove, both man and boy shouted as Raphael enjoyed the ride of an orgasm. Raphael took John's release as a squirt gun shooting jerks of cum inside him. John had been partially holding the boy through this age-old ritual, but as he shot the last of his release, he let go and the boy collapsed onto his chest. Neither moved for several moments as the cock got softer and slid out and the liquid deposit also seeped from the tunnel. It was Raphael who spoke the last words of the evening as he looked straight into the man's eyes. "I want more of this."

***

At breakfast, Raphael couldn't stop talking, telling Carlos and Peter what he felt last night as he was fucked in a new position. Carlos thought that for sure the next time he had sex with John, he would demand being placed in the same position. Peter knew he was next and wondered what position John would put him in before feeling the large organ slide inside him. The atmosphere was great. Everyone was happy. Hopefully, all the disruption caused by Lord Langley could be forgotten. As John stated and the boys agreed, "all everyone wanted to be was left alone so that they could enjoy their own private life."

As John was sitting at the computer going over his financial portfolio, he heard the footsteps of three boys as they entered the living room. Turning around, he once again felt his cock start to twitch at the sight of this trio of beautiful pre-teen boys. After two months living naked, all had developed a gorgeous head-to-toe tan. Even Peter's white skin had taken a shade of light brown. If anything, this made the boy even more sexy-looking.

"Hi, guys. What can I do for you? Are your chores done?"

"All done," spoke Carlos. "We want to tell you about our decision."

"Decision?"

Yes, the one you wanted us to make if we wanted Corey to come and live with us?"

"You made one already? That was fast; and the three of you agreed on the same decision?"

Carlos nodded his head, "We want you to bring Corey here."

"Are you sure you want that? He has to be treated as an equal member of the family. You have to be careful if he doesn't know anything about sex and what the four of us do together."

Raphael was next, "Don't worry John. If he doesn't know anything about sex, we'll teach him."

John took a moment to look at all three naked boys. Then he saw them giggling. "What's so funny?"

"You get hard real fast," Raphael stated with a grin.

The man smiled in return. "I'd like to see any man not get hard, standing next to three naked hot-looking young boys. Anything else you wanted to see me about?"

Peter, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, brought them forward. He was holding a photo album. John recognized it instantly. It was the one album he had yet to show the boys. In it were the photos of the trips to Kalauka Island, the naked men, women, boys, and girls who lived there. Also, photos of John and the previous four boys were included showing them interacting with the children of the village. After a momentary period of shock, John was about to ask them where they got the album when all three boys, after obviously practicing, stated together, "We want to go to Kalauka Island!"

***

The man looked at his companion as he entered the control room. "How is the anti-matter drive doing?"

"Perfectly Commander, within its designed parameters. The warp bubble pushed us straight through. We've slowed to sub-light speed since entering this part of the galaxy. We even passed an exploratory probe that had been sent out from this planet."

Getting a nod of the hea,d the commander responded, "Yes, they are at the first steps of exploring the universe. According to the chronometer, we just completed a 41 trillion mile, seven light-year trip in record time."

The younger officer asked his commander, "Was the journey successful?"

"See for yourself," as a button was pushed and a window uncovered, showing a blue globe surrounded by total blackness.

"I never thought I would see that again. Any messages from Homeworld?"

"It seems no further signals have emanated since the two we originally picked up."

"Since only two signals were picked up, why have they waited all this time to send someone to investigate?"

"Difference in speed my friend. Our warp drive covered seven light-years in seven weeks. Those signals sent from Earth were sent seven years ago. Traveling at just the speed of light, it took seven years to reach our planet and get picked up."

"I still can't believe we left a Temporal Displacement Portal active when we left. You were with me, Commander, to double-check the destruction sequence. Now, why after 200 years was it activated? Of all the TDPs we used when we were last there, ours was considered the best hidden on a tiny island in the middle of an ocean.

"Some in Homeworld thought the signals were a fluke. To be honest, so did I. After a long debate, it was decided that even though no further signals were detected, the fact that a device was activated was cause for concern. Since this unit was under our control, we were sent to check it out."

"I never thought I would see this planet again. After what was done as an experiment to speed up their human evolution, the ban was placed never to return here again? It's all my fault Commander. I should have made sure before we left. Our presence was never supposed to be discovered nor the devices used. What damage could we have done?"

"That's what our assignment is about. Since according to Homeworld the device was used twice in a short period and no signal of its use since then, it could be an erroneous reading by the techlab. You and I could be just taking a nice 14-week vacation."

The junior officer scoffed. "Those guys never make a mistake. Every report they submit is treated as 100% accurate. After all these years, if it were found to be a mistake, would they admit it?"

"No, they wouldn't," the commander had to agree, "But whether any issue exists or not, you and I have the rare privilege of visiting this planet again, something Homeworld never planned to happen. We are to investigate and take whatever appropriate action is necessary and begin the long voyage home."

"I wonder what has changed in human history? Are they still declaring wars on one another? Have they learned to get along?"

"I hope so, but theirs is a young race. Like our own history, it took several millenniums before total peace came on our planet."

"Commander, what if…?"

"I know, my friend. I was having the same thought. What if the small information received by techlab is verified showing three humans went into the past. Was history affected or changed? We'll know when we examine the console. The part I'm worried about is the fragmented data shows only two returning to the present. One is unaccountable. If someone is stuck in the past, we'll have to bring him back to the present and correct any changes his stay in that time occurred. I guess we'll find out soon enough," as both men stared at the blue globe growing larger as they approached.

Chapter Nineteen
More Intrigue

If it wasn't for the shit-eating grin the three boys had on their faces, John might have blown up at them right then and there for snooping into his possessions, retrieving the photo album. He took a couple of deep breaths. He realized that sooner or later he had to tell them about Kalauka Island and their lifestyle. Aukai's visit and cryptic comments had already piqued their curiosity.

"First off, I should be upset at you for poking around my files. I know we're family and share everything, but there are items in this house I wish to keep secret to myself. If we're to make it as a family, there has to be some respect for one another. I know the way of life we live here doesn't make for keeping many secrets, but if you wish to know something or have a question, ask. You may not get the answer you want or like, but accept it and respect that person's privacy."

"We're sorry John," Carlos spoke. "Kai and the others shared what life is like on their island and the 'Right Of Manhood' test every 12-year-old boy looks forward to, although to us, that seemed a painful way to prove you're ready to be a man. We found that album and saw that everyone there does go around with no clothes, too. We thought it would be fun to visit them. That's why we asked."

"Sit down, boys. It's time to tell you a story that began seven years ago, shortly after I bought this island and was living by myself, when a 12-year-old native boy rowed over here in a canoe desiring to meet the stranger living here."

For the next hour, the three boys sat in rapture by the narration of how John and Aukai met, his visit to Kalauka Island, giving Aukai the 'Right Of Manhood' test and the rescuing of Aukai's younger brother. By the time he was finished, the boys' eyes were wide, mouths open. It was Peter who spoke first.

"How many times did you go visit Kalauka Island?"

"We tried at least once every two or three months to spend a couple of days there. On rare occasions, like today, Aukai would surprise us and paddle the distance and spend time with us."

"And you did sex with the boys there?" Raphael's interest was piqued.

"That's their lifestyle, Raphael. They believe the human body was meant to be appreciated and enjoyed. There are no diseases or sickness despite all the sex done. They have been living this way for hundreds of years. They've been trying to keep it a secret and won't let any strangers visit." Looking at Peter, he asked the boy, "Did your parents ever mention Kalauka Island?"

The boy thought for a moment. "I don't think so. I remember being scared a couple of times when we visited a few islands. The people there didn't want us and we left right away. Maybe Kalauka Island was one of those places."

"The people of Kalauka Island aren't against strangers. They somewhat divided their island. The eastern side, the side closer to us is where their village is located. That's where they live the way they want. They grow their food as well as hand-made items they use to trade with others. They do that on the western side of the island. There's a schoolhouse there and the boys and girls, dressed, of course, attend classes. Troy goes there regularly to pick up and deliver for them. The Kalaukan people know that efforts are being made at other islands and villages to 'modernize' them, including wearing clothing and proper sexual conduct. As we have talked about before, involving sex with children is considered bad, but the Kalaukans want to keep their traditions. I, for one, support them."

"Me too!" spoke a grinning Raphael, "Being naked is fun and so is the sex."

Carlos gave his younger friend a look. "I bet you'd enjoy being spanked as long as you were naked," getting a cheeky grin in return.

"Aukai told us about the 'Right Of Manhood' test you gave him. That's a painful way to lose your cherry," Carlos stated.

John hesitated for a moment. So he began by repeating the story the boys were told at the hot springs. Although it seemed cruel to subject a boy to such pain, it was necessary if a boy wanted to become a warrior. "That is very important for every boy. For it lies on their shoulders to not only protect the village, but to keep their customs alive. I didn't know the details until it was time for me and Aukai. I told everyone afterward that I would never give such a test again."

It was Carlos, being 12-years-old, who asked what was worrying him. "If we go to Kalauka Island, will I have to take that test?"

"Scared you'll cry like a baby," taunted Raphael.

"Am not!"

"Hold it. None of you can ever take that test," John interrupted.

"Why not?" Peter asked, also wondering if having fun on their island meant having to take that test first.

"I spoiled it for you," getting questioning looks from the three. "Until you are twelve and ready for the test, no man can have anal sex with you. You guys have already lost your cherries, so you can't take their test. Anyway, the Kalaukans wouldn't force you to do something you don't want. If anything, some of the older boys and men may want to have fun with you. They don't get to have such pleasure with a younger boy," as John waited to see if they understood what he was saying.

"You mean because we're only eleven and already have experience, we'll be popular and some of the older will want to "play" with us?" from Peter.

"If you want. Their rules are like ours here. No one does anything they don't want."

"What about the girls and women?" Carlos was thinking.

"That's up to you. Matt, Mike, Chris, and Joshua were real popular with the girls, especially as they got older. Even though the four of us were men who enjoyed each other sexually, there's no reason not to see what sex is like with a girl or a grown woman."

"A grown-up woman?" Raphael asked with some doubt in his voice.

"They like sexy young boys like you, too."

"So, when will we go to Kalauka Island?" Carlos repeated the original question.

"I can't give you an exact date. First, we have to see if Corey wants to come over. If he does and wants to join our sex games, he'll have to be comfortable with that before thinking of taking him along to see a village full of naked people. While you're waiting, I'll get the other photo albums of our visits to Aukai and his people. These have the pictures of the sex we did while we were there," getting an excited shout from the boys. John smiled to himself. Here were prepubescent boys getting excited waiting to look at what illegally was child pornography.

After retrieving the photo albums and giving them to the boys, he let them go to the porch to see what to expect if they still wanted to make the trip. Of course, the talk of sex, whether it be on Kalauka Island or his own got John horny wanting one of the boys to get off on, but he controlled his urges. It helped when the cell phone rang.

"Hi, Joshua. How's everything?"

"Great! And you?"

"Fine. I just had a long session with the boys about Kalauka Island. They found one of the photo albums, the PG version one, and after looking at the pictures decided they wanted to go."

"What brought that on?"

"Aukai came by for a visit."

"So you had to tell them the real story about their lifestyle?"

"Yes. Surprisingly they seem to get more excited the more I shared with these people. Right now I'm letting them look at the other albums."

"The ones with all the sex pictures?"

"Right."

"You sure have three horny little boys over there."

"Tell me about it."

"So are you planning to take them there soon? I wish I could go along. I miss the fun there."

"When you come to visit, we'll go. I know Aukai and the others miss you, Matt, Mike, and Chris. Mike was sad that during his trip here he couldn't go there."

"Thanks, John. Now the reason for this call; Corey wants to come over on a 30-day trial basis."

"I see. I don't have a problem with that. I hope at the end of that time he'll be happy and want to stay here."

"I'm almost positive he will."

"What makes you say that?"

"I dropped a hint of what he might expect when he comes to visit."

"You mentioned sex?"

"No John. Remember I told you about his butt wiggling on my lap. I told him if he did that to you, you would get the message and know what to do."

"Boy, that's stretching it. That might not be the signal he's sending."

"I'm sure it was. After that conversation, he went to his room. A little later I was outside his door and heard some very familiar moaning coming from inside."

"You think he was playing with himself?"

"I'm sure he was. That's why I think he'll adapt quickly to life there."

"Could be we have another horny member of your family," getting a chuckle from Joshua.

"Hold on a minute. I'm going to get Corey and let you two say hello."

During the pause, John reached over to his desk and picked up the photos of the boy sent to him earlier. He was a cute boy he had to admit. Again he had that feeling that the boy looked familiar, but realized he had never heard of Corey until a week ago. Then a squeaky voice comes over the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Corey? I'm John."

"Hello, sir.

"No, it's not sir, it's John."

"Hi…John."

"That's better. Joshua has told me a lot about you. You seem like a smart young man. Since he has to go back to school and your Aunt Laura needs the break to get stronger and better, he asked if you wanted to come to visit my island."

"Yes, si…John. He showed me pictures of the island and you and the boys living with you now."

"Would you like to come over? I talked with Carlos, Peter, and Raphael and they want you to visit us and see if you like it here. We have lots of fun every day."

The boy on the other end of the call wondered what kind of fun the man was referring to. Could it be like what he saw on those pictures he viewed on the Internet? He knew he wouldn't find out unless he went to Paradise Island. "I'd like to come over and stay a little, if I may."

"You certainly can, Corey. Your uncle and I will make arrangements for you to fly here? Have you ever been on an airplane?" getting a negative response in return. "Well, you're in for the treat of your life. Put Joshua back on the phone. We'll get you here as quickly as possible."

"Thank you, John."

"I'm back," Joshua's voice was heard. "It seems like he wants to give it a try."

"I hope this works. When you came over, there were no secrets. We both knew what was to happen. Corey is a big question mark."

"He has an advantage. Remember, the others weren't expecting me and it was sort of a shock until we all felt comfortable with each other. You already got the approval of those there. He'll feel a lot more welcomed. He'll have like three brothers to play with. Despite being a lonely and somewhat withdrawn child, I have a feeling he's savvier about things of the world than we give him credit for, even about sex."

After the call concluded, John sat back and mulled over the idea that another boy would be joining him. Although having another beautiful naked boy to play with and enjoy excited the man, he tried not to paint himself as just a lover of boy flesh and nothing more. He was not Lam Sin, whose boys, which had been kidnapped, were just toys for his gratification. He loved the three currently with them, just as he loved those who were here before. Being able to incorporate sex with that love just enhanced the relationship. He knew the boys never worried about his love for them, nor did he in return. It was a wonderful life, and he planned on enjoying it as much as possible.

He then went out to the porch to see how the boys were doing after going over the photo albums. "Corey has officially asked to come to visit. Hopefully, he'll be here in three or four days," getting acknowledgments in return.

Carlos then handed back the albums to John. "We played paper, rock, scissors. Peter won."

"Oh?" looking at the winner who had a huge smile, "And what did you win?"

Peter grabbed John's free hand and at the same time wiggled his cute rear end. "Whatever you want."

***

Peter got off John after he felt the warm liquid fill his insides and the man's cock softening and slipping out. The man was lying on his back. Peter, like Carlos earlier, had squatted down on the hard tool and slowly felt it crawl inside. After hearing John stating how nice and tight the boy felt, Peter began an up and down motion, his eyes closed as he savored his young ass being stretched. Peter, like Raphael, Carlos, and even the boys before had become addicted to having a cock up his ass. The nervousness and slight pain when a boy lost his cherry were replaced by the desire to have that gap filled as often as possible. To John, that craving was what made boy love sex so wonderful. The three years in prison was hardly a blip in the man's conscious remembrance of the past. To him, the past seven years plus was his whole life.

The 11-yer-old lay next to John. Even though it had been a while, his young cock still tingled from the blowjob the man had given him earlier. Like the man panting next to him, Peter felt drained, the result of a great orgasmic ride, something a couple of months ago he never knew existed or even wanted.

"Thank you, Peter. As always, you were great. You're getting better at squeezing your ass muscles while I'm inside you. It makes me cum harder."

Peter turned and laid on the man's stomach, his face inches from John. The man, in return, let his hands roam down the soft flesh of the back and over the small silky ass cheeks. He slid his finger in between the fleshy globes and felt the sticky substance of his recent deposit slowly leaking out, "We better shower. We need to start thinking about fixing dinner."

***

Before the next question could be asked, the sound of an incoming helicopter was heard. Based on pre-arranged rules from previous visits, the boys started to head to the bedrooms to get dressed when John stopped them. "Today, I want you just to wear cut-offs. No shirts." This got puzzled looks, but the boys did as told, as John himself got dressed. Soon the four of them were at the helipad as the craft landed and the pilot hopped onto the ground. Troy's eyebrows rose a little as he saw the three boys half-dressed. He wondered if John had said anything about his desire to join them. Instead, he just shouted a customary greeting.

"Hi, John. Hi guys. Taking advantage of this beautiful day for a suntan?" Then Troy realized how silly that sounded, as he knew, based on the boys' lifestyle of being naked indoors and out, that tanned they were, from head to toe. It was John who cut in to prevent any further misstatements.

"Good to see you, Troy. I told the boys that they could be less formal around you. If it weren't for you, I would have never gone to the orphanage and met these three wonderful young men. You're like an honorary member of the family," getting confirmed nods from the pre-teens.

"Well, thank you. I'm honored."

As the weekly supply of necessities was unloaded, placed in the cart, and hauled up the hill to the house, John pulled Troy aside. "I thought I would give you a sneak peek at what awaits you. I haven't told the boys your desire to join them and I apologize. So much is going on right now."

"No explanations needed, John. I appreciate you even thinking about sharing your boys with me."

"Hey, listen my friend. I owe you more than I can ever repay. Despite favors done, I can't forget your help in getting this island for me, keeping the secret of the earlier boys' identities, and most important, putting your life on the line when Lam Sin threatened everyone here. I feel less alone about my life with these boys."

"Less alone. I don't understand."

"You know the world looks down and despises those of us who have sexual relations with boys. I never told you the complete story of my background. You and I met as a man searching to purchase his island. You never asked any questions."

"It was none of my business. As I told you, Joshua told me of your earlier relationship and its consequences."

"I know, and when I went to get Joshua, you just accepted the fact that I knew the boy and that was it."

"John, I told you a long time ago I suspected what was going on here. I didn't say anything because, as I just stated, it was none of my business. I tried not to give it much thought because as you know I was dealing with my nightmares of being sexually abused, although I knew that wasn't happening here. I never saw a happier, healthier quartet of boys like Chris, Matt, Mike, and Joshua. Yes, I know the world frowns on such behavior. It's like it was with gay marriages until recently. The world is changing. It may take longer than usual for people to accept intergenerational relationships, especially when sex is involved, but it will happen. Thankfully, if it is ever known, the life you shared here will be the model of how men and boys can live and share love, even in a sexual way.

"As for Joshua, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together and come to the conclusion that the quick back-and-forth trip to the United States, to fetch a boy you once knew, had to have a very special, prior connection."

John just smiled at his best friend. "Well, that 'very special prior connection' is playing another part of my life here," as he shared with Troy about Joshua's nephew and his imminent arrival.

The pilot chuckled. "Talk about déjà vu. Instead of Joshua being the fourth boy of your family, a younger relation is coming instead. What's behind that?" As the two reached the house, John enlightened Troy on the circumstances surrounding Corey's decision to come for a visit.

"So this Corey knows nothing about your lifestyle here?"

"I think Joshua may have dropped some hints, but I must go on the assumption that he's ignorant of what to expect. The boys are willing to help him, but it was agreed to be a 30-day trial basis and go from there. So tomorrow, I need you to take me to the airport to pick up Joshua's nephew."

Troy gave John a grin. "So when you meant 'imminent' arrival you meant it."

"Sorry for the short notice, Troy. I meant to update you before now, but knowing you would be here today, I decided to pop this now. I apologize for how this affects any prior schedule."

Before John could continue, the three boys entered the living room. "Everything has been put away. Thanks for the pizza," Carlos announced.

"Well, it's not like getting a hot one right from a pizza parlor, but it's the next best thing. Why don't you guys sit down? I was telling Troy about Corey's arrival tomorrow."

***

"All right, Corey. Here is your plane ticket. The stewardess, on this flight to Honolulu and the one to Majuro, will make sure you make your connection. John will be at the airport to pick you up and take you to the island."

"Okay, Uncle Joshua," the boy said with exasperation, having heard these instructions more than once on the trip to the airport. "I'm 11-years-old. I'm not a baby."

The man smiled at the boy. Being here at the airport had brought back memories of seven years earlier when he had convinced John to take him back to Paradise Island. The sex the evening before their departure had been wonderful, after being separated for four years. Now, Corey was going to have the opportunity to experience the fantastic life awaiting him. Joshua had no regrets. The years spent with John were the happiest of his life. He knew that no matter what life held for him in the future, it would pale to those memories. Looking at the boy again, Joshua answered, "I know you're a big boy and can take care of yourself, but it's a very long flight. I don't want to worry."

Corey then came up and hugged his uncle. "Thank you, Uncle Joshua. I'm sure I'll have a good time." Then he shocked Joshua whispering in his ear, "I can't wait to see what kind of sex I get to do there."

"Flight 1114 for Honolulu is now boarding at Gate 31. Passengers with tickets please report to Gate 31."

After a momentary shock at the boy's statement and how he had concluded what kind of life lay ahead, Joshua released the boy's hug and looked at Corey. "Your Aunt Laura got you a nice outfit to wear for this trip. She also filled your suitcase with a lot of new clothes." Feeling more at ease at his nephew's revelation that he suspected sex to be part of his life with John, he added, "You probably won't be wearing most of those clothes. You'll be naked most of the time you're there." Before Corey, with widened eyes, could respond, Joshua turned the boy around facing the boarding gate. "Now get going. Remember to call and email as often as you can. Now scoot and have a good time."

With the grin of a Cheshire cat, Corey nearly skipped along toward the short distance to the boarding gate, handing his ticket to the agent. The young lady took a quick look and then smiled at the boy. "So you're Corey. Well, we have special instructions to take very good care of you until we get to Hawaii. Then I see you change planes; where is your final destination?"

The boy, with the large grin still on his face, answered. "I'm going to Paradise Island!"

As the plane took off, the boy momentarily forgot about his destination and the new life waiting for him. He was living the same excitement his uncle had experienced years ago, when he took his first plane ride on the same course he was taking: the roar of the engines, the speed upon which the aircraft reached, and to lift off the ground. As the plane entered the clouds above at 29,000 feet, he leaned back and settled into his seat. The stewardess kept constantly checking on him, bringing him treats to eat and drink as well as souvenirs of his first plane flight. Soon he got drowsy and felt his eyes close as his mind wandered to what lay ahead of him. He wondered what it would be like being naked with a grown man and three other boys his age, and what kind of sex would they be doing together. As the stewardess later checked on the sleeping boy, she couldn't help but see a slight smile on the boy's face.

***

The storm had begun to die down. By the time authorities had arrived at the tiny island, nearly 12 hours had passed since the invaders had left. The chief elder, although injured, was able to discuss the recent events with the provisional officer. The medical staff was attending to the wounded as well as making burial arrangements for those deceased.

"Where were you? Why didn't you come when we called?" the chief, with bitterness in his voice asked. "You gave us the radio to contact you in an emergency."

"I'm sorry, sir. The weather prevented us from using any aircraft. I asked for volunteers to come by water to get here," the officer responded.

The elder's voice softened, though sadness and pain were evident as he spoke. "I understand. Maybe it's not too late." A medic came to tend to the chief's shoulder wound.

"Tell me what happened."

"Six men arrived in a motor craft. How they did it in this storm, I don't know. They demanded we give them four boys to take back with them. They gave no reason why. When we refused, they shot some of our men and threatened to kill more, including the women, if we didn't comply with their demand. Then they spotted four boys, including my grandson, and took them. As they tried to get the boys into their boat, some of the men, including me, tried to stop them. All of us were shot." Then the chief asked about the conditions of the other men. All the medic could do was slowly shake his head. Tears began to form in the chief's eyes.

"Do you have any information on these men? What did they look like, or anything else? It will help us identify them and find the boys."

The chief, closing his eyes and trying to think through the pain, recalled something. "It was dark and the rain made it hard to see their faces. They were wearing some kind of rain gear that nearly covered them completely. The man who demanded the boys was called by name by one of the others with him."

"Do you recall the name? Take your time."

The chief closed his eyes, trying to focus on the pain and sorrow he was feeling. "Jarot. His name was Jarot."

***

Meanwhile, unknown to all on Paradise Island, an alien craft, invisible to radar, hovered directly over them 25,000 miles into space. The engineer was constantly looking at various instruments shouting instructions to the pilot.

"How can these humans expect anyone to navigate with all this junk they have orbiting their planet?"

"From my readings, they appear to be mainly communication satellites," the Commander responded. Creasing his frown he added, "It also looks like they have probes that deal with spying on one another. Notice they have a sort of living habitat with some humans inside. Watch our orbit," he instructed the engineer. "We can be in stealth mode against the satellites, but we are visible to the human eye."

"Did we arrive at the correct planet, Commander? This couldn't be the same earth we last visited."

"Well, remember your remark wondering if these people were still declaring wars on one another or have they learned to get along?" getting a slow nod of the head from his companion.

"It seems, my friend, that they haven't blown up their planet, but they have the weapons to do so."

Chapter Twenty
A New Addition

"Only four boys, Jarot! We needed at least twice as many," Chin Lee shouted at the burly guard. "I have customers clamoring for as many as we can get."

"Master Lee, we were lucky to get these. The storm made it difficult to get to that island from our craft. Some of my men were getting seasick, and the villagers there put up a fight. We had to shoot a lot of the village men. This won't go unnoticed."

"Did you leave any man behind?" getting a negative response in return. "So is there any way you can be connected to our enterprise?"

"No, Master. As bad as the storm was, it may have helped us. We wore long coats so no one could recognize or describe us to any authority. The rain also made it difficult." Then Chin Lee noticed the fidgety look on the guard.

"What is it?"

"Before we left, I heard rumors among our men that are spreading of Master Sin's death."

"Did one of your men, or even you, say anything?"

"What difference does it make? It's been seven years since anyone had seen him. With Mr. Yang gone, rumors are flying and the men are feeling uncomfortable. They do not know you or if you're running the empire as Master Sin had. The men need to know that someone is in charge, that all is well and that business is good. Money helps calm nerves as well and maintain loyalty."

Chin Lee looked at the guard for a few moments. "You know, Jarot, you're not as stupid as you pretend to be. Lam Sin must have known that and knew you could keep the staff here under control. All right, I'll give you some cash to pass along to the men, sort of a thank you for their loyalty and their desire to continue to work here and serve me, their new master."

"Thank you, Master Lee, and I will try harder to get more boys for you."

"All right, Jarot. I will consider that this was a test run, but you must do better. The less interference you encounter the better. Are these four being prepared at Island SP1?" getting a verbal confirmation. "Good. Now show me the photos."

After handing over the requested pictures, Jarot left Lee's office to plan another abduction that he would present to his master for approval. The head of the Lam Sin empire looked at the pictures of the four kidnapped boys. All seemed to be in the preferred age range of 10-12 years. Terrified looks were on their faces, but Lee could care less. Other photos were of the boys naked, several taken of their front upper and lower torsos. Their backsides were similarly photographed. The final shots were close-ups of their genitals, the hairless cock and balls preferred by his buyers in getting the highest prices.

After scanning the numerous pictures into a folder on his laptop, Lee sent an encrypted email to a middleman:

"Only four items this sale, but of good quality. Checked and found healthy with no diseases or abnormalities. Attached are photos of merchandise available. The asking price is $50,000 each. If agreed, respond with delivery instructions."

Lee knew that the price he was asking for was cheap. He knew that there were men out there who would pay three to five times that for a slave boy or sex toy. By keeping his price low, Lee knew he could keep funneling these boys and maintain a steady income. He leaned back on his chair and chuckled. "Yang, if you had only listened to me you would be rich and…alive," as he began to laugh.

Then he thought of the rumors. Maybe he should make some sort of an announcement of the demise of Lam Sin. As long as anyone thought the man was alive, he would always be a presence, a shadow, overlooking everything. Chin Lee would have to give that some thought. "The old fool," Lee then said out loud. "For all I care, you can rot in that ocean grave. I hope the sharks had a good meal."

***

The storm had delayed landings at the Majuro airport. Finally, after 30 minutes of additional waiting, the flight carrying Corey arrived. John and Troy waited by passport control for the boy. An airline executive came and asked to see the documents forwarded by Joshua giving guardianship to John.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, sir. Since the boy was traveling alone, we had to make sure the appropriate individual was here to pick him up. Until then, we were still responsible for him."

"I understand and appreciate the airline's additional precaution," John replied.

"With the recent abductions, we needed to add additional safety measures."

"I'm sorry?" John looked at Troy, who shrugged his shoulders, having no idea what the man was talking about. "What abductions?"

"A couple of days ago some men kidnapped several boys from one of the outlying islands. A lot of the native men were injured or killed trying to stop them. It's all over the news."

"I live on my island, so the news sort of trickles down there. Is there any new information?"

The airline executive shook his head. "First it was Lib Island a couple of years ago and now this. What kind of monsters kidnap children?" Then realizing he was off-topic, he quickly recovered. As he handed the documents back to John, the man got back to business. "My apologies sir, I'll bring the boy to you."

As the man departed, John turned to Troy. "You didn't hear anything about this?"

"No. The news must have broken after I returned here from your island. I went to bed early to come to get you and bring you here."

"What's going on? First, there was an attempt on Kalauka Island, and now this. Could there be a new 'Lam Sin' character interested in abusing young boys?"

"I don't know. Just be careful with your own."

"They have strict instructions never to roam the island alone. Once Corey is settled we'll have to investigate this further; see if we can find any connections," getting an agreement from Troy.

At that moment the airline executive appeared with a young boy walking beside him. John recognized Corey instantly from the photos Joshua had forwarded. "Here you go, sir. This is Corey. If you will sign this form taking over responsibility, I'll leave you now."

The form was quickly signed; the executive departed. John bent down a little as he took a closer look at the boy who would be a member of the family for at least 30 days. He stood just over four feet, three inches, and appeared to weigh about 85 pounds. His hair was golden blond and the eyes a sparkling blue. As Joshua had mentioned, the boy seems to have a little bit of the old baby fat on him but was not chubby. John figured a few weeks roaming the island and any last traces of excess weight would be gone. Again, he got the feeling he had seen this boy before but shook it off.

"Corey, welcome to Majuro. This is Troy, he owns a helicopter that we'll be flying in to get to Paradise Island. You've had a very long flight. How do you feel?"

"Tired."

"I imagine so. Let's get your luggage, Troy's helicopter is a short walk away."

No other words were spoken. John wasn't expecting a bubbly talkative child after a two-day flight across the Pacific Ocean. More than likely, Corey got no sleep the evening before and very little on the planes. He did brighten up somewhat when the trio approached the helicopter.

"Is this the helicopter my Uncle Joshua flew in when he first came here?"

It was Troy who answered. "The very same, and I'm taking you on the same ride I gave him seven years ago when he first arrived here."

And the same ride was what was given. Skimming low over the water, Corey's mouth hung open as he saw various marine animals that surfaced along the route. John couldn't help but feel the clock had been turned back to when Joshua had the same experience. This was so much different for the boy. As opposed to a partial night flight where he couldn't see anything out the airplane cabin window, to 35,000 feet where it was too high to make out anything below, here he was practically touching the water. Any fatigue he had, quickly dissipated.

Soon, John pointed out to Corey the distant image of an island fast approaching. "We're coming up on your new home," getting a big smile and nod of the head in return.

The island grew larger, details began to show and the 11-year-old's excitement grew. Is this where he will live as long as he liked? It looked so beautiful, the sandy beaches, the low rolling hills covered by tropical forest. But more important, will he begin a new life involved in a sex play with the other boys and John, as he looked at the man, his current guardian. The first living thing he spotted was a dog barking at the incoming craft. Soon, three boys could be seen coming down a path and waving their hands as the helicopter slowly landed on the concrete pad.

John was first to jump out and address the boys. "Sorry, it took longer than I expected to be away. Last night's storm delayed Corey's flight," as he turned and helped the newest family member to the ground. "Corey, may I introduce you to Carlos, Peter, and Raphael. Guys, will you take Corey to the house and help him unpack and get out of that suit? Find him something comfortable to wear until he gets settled here," with the three boys understanding what the man meant.

Turning to Troy, John simply stated, "Thank you."

"Seems like turning back the clock, doesn't it to when you brought Joshua here?"

John smiled. "Has it been that long?"

"You've got a challenge ahead. When you brought Joshua here, he knew what awaited him and you two already had a past. Corey might be a little easier as he's Joshua's nephew. I don't mean to pry, but does he have any idea of the lifestyle that awaits him?"

"I think Joshua dropped some hints. If Corey had any idea of what he was told, apparently he wasn't concerned. He might be the easiest to adapt since his uncle." John started to say his goodbyes. "Thanks, Troy for your help, especially on such short notice."

"Hey, no problem. That's what friends are for."

"By the way, I told the boys about the real Kalauka Island."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, they snooped around and found the picture album containing the sexual playing and asked me about the people there. Since Aukai's surprise visit and cryptic comments about theirs and our similar lifestyle, the boys got curious."

"So, now you have an impending visit to schedule, maybe with four boys in tow."

"I don't know, Troy. When I looked back on the early days with Chris, Matt and Mike, it seemed so much easier. Since I already had a date to go and give Aukai his 'Right Of Manhood' test, I had to bring the subject matter up early in our relationship. Now, I'm not in such a big rush."

"Well, you know how Aukai has been anxious for you to visit his island. Maybe the news he brought about the attempted kidnapping could have waited, but he missed you. Why paddle over here? In the past, you've picked him and others up with the Sea Ray."

"You're right Troy. Although I've enjoyed my new life with these three boys, I've centered too much recently on my little paradise here. I had forgotten that my world wouldn't exist had it not been for the Kalaukan people."

And how did Raphael, Carlos, and Peter react to what you told them?"

"Surprisingly, they were excited at the prospect of going there and participating in their customs."

"So what's the problem?"

John didn't say anything for several moments. Then he looked at his friend, "When the boys grew of age and it was time to send them away, I was preparing myself to be alone as when I first got here. Although I was saddened, I also knew that I had more precious memories of those years spent with them than any man involved with boys could ever admit. I don't regret adopting the orphans, but am I stretching myself with four boys?"

"You could have said no," was the pilot's response.

"I guess I could have. My mindset for the next several years was with the three I had. I kept telling myself that adding Corey was more for his benefit than mine. Corey was a request by Joshua. Part of my nature constantly looks at Peter, Carlos, Raphael, and other hot naked young boys as something to sexually enjoy. But I also know that there is a serious responsibility that goes along with that also – to raise them so that they can make it in the outside world."

"So what's different with Corey? From what you told me, Corey isn't exactly naïve about the subject. So you're not converting an innocent angelic young boy into a fleshpot for your enjoyment?"

That caused John to laugh. "I never looked at it that way."

"John, I missed out on any possibility of learning about sex in the manner you had shared with any boy or how the Kalaukans live in their world. I didn't even know the word 'sex' or its meaning. My father was very protective of me. So imagine my shock when I discovered how a grown man could use my 11-year-old body? That I had to scream and cry in pain for his pleasure? As you know, it took years to get over that. As I slowly discovered how you used sex with boys as a way for them to discover the joys their bodies could have, I realized that what happened to me was an abnormality, that not all grown men use boys the way Lam Sin did with me. Unfortunately, by then, I was too old to enjoy sex as a young boy could. So, I guess I looked at it from the point of being the one pleasuring them. I was worried that having this desire as a man was wrong. I'm a virgin in some respects. I dated and had sex with a couple of women, but my thoughts were always going back to those boys on your island."

John gently gave Troy a shove as he laughed. "What? All these years and you never told me about the dates you had and the hot sex with the women you bedded?"

The pilot blushed. "I had three dates with three different women. As for the 'hot sex', none of them ever wanted to go out with me again. Maybe I was destined to be sexually involved with children."

John put his arm over the pilot's shoulders. "To be honest, and I'm sure you're aware of this, if you had said this to someone else, you would have either been committed to a mental hospital or thrown in jail," getting a smile from Troy. "There's no way anyone can make up for what you went through. Your childhood carries a terrible scar. From my point of view, that carried over to your relationship with women, but I would bet anything that once these boys accept and welcome you, your mental state would be the least of your worries.

"Look at it another way, with the addition of Corey, you'll now have four 'fleshpots' to choose from," getting a big laugh from Troy.

"Well, I better get going. I still have deliveries and pickups to make. I'll see what I can find out about those abducted boys we heard about."

"Thanks, Troy. Have a safe trip."

As the chopper flew off heading to Troy's next destination, John walked back to the house. He found the four boys chatting in the living room. Corey had changed to some cutoffs and a T-shirt, the same clothing the other three were wearing. John noticed how pale the boy's legs were. The 11-year-old didn't expose much skin in the sunlight. That would hopefully change quickly as those legs and the rest of his young body received a head-to-toe tan.

"So have you unpacked Corey?"

"We had to move things around to make some room. Corey didn't bring many clothes though," Raphael shared.

"Well, if he needs anything, we can get Troy to bring it on his next delivery. So Corey, are you still tired? You've had a long trip. Maybe you'd like to lie down and rest for a little bit."

Adrenaline had kicked in as the boy vigorously shook his head no, "I want to see the island. May I?"

"Of course. Do you boys mind showing Corey around? Great, and keep Picasso from jumping on him," as four boys exited the house. John took a deep breath. It seemed like the three boys liked Corey, so that was a good sign. Well, since Corey didn't want to take a nap, John thought this was the perfect opportunity with a quiet house to take one himself.

***

It was later that evening, sitting around the bonfire, that John got to talk privately with Corey. The four boys returning from their hike along with a barking Picasso had awakened him. Corey wanted to ask John several questions, but the man asked him to wait. A barbeque was being planned and then marshmallows roasted around the roaring fire.

Despite the probability of over 24 hours without hardly any sleep, Corey was as excited as could be. Having been a city boy, living in such an outdoors environment, as was the island, held a fascination he never experienced. He discovered trails crisscrossing in every direction. He wanted to try the hot springs as quickly as possible as he referred to it as an outdoor bathtub. The three boys chuckled at that comment, as they knew how close to the truth that statement was. The glass bedroom drew awe from the boy, as one could lie in bed and get a 180-degree view of the ocean.

John had been giving the glass bedroom some thought. Tomorrow, five people would have only three bedrooms to share. There could be pairings every night, one could use the sofa, but the glass bedroom was also available. No need to crowd everybody every night. Corey kept staring at the evening sky, mesmerized by the uncountable number of stars in the sky.

"Did Uncle Joshua see this all the time he was here?" the boy asked.

"Every night unless there were clouds. It's one of the beauties of living here. City lights blur out most of the stars, but here you can see all of them. Instead of traffic and city noises putting you to sleep, the sound of the waves ending on the shore close your eyes for the night. Joshua enjoyed this for the seven years he lived here. He wanted you to share the same beauties and wonders he did."

"How did you meet Uncle Joshua? He told me a little bit of it."

"I met Joshua through your grandparents when he was nine years old. Then we got separated for four years. When your uncle turned thirteen, your Aunt Laura permitted him to come and live here."

"Uncle Joshua says that if I decide to stay, I'll have to go to school."

"That's right. You won't be going to school liked you've been used to – we use the Internet. I've been registering my three boys for starting the sixth and seventh grades. I'll have to sign you up too. We'll work out a schedule for computer use so everyone gets equal time."

Then the big question came up, "Where do I sleep?"

There was a long pause as John rehearsed in his mind the answer he knew he would have to give when this question was presented. Looking at the handsome boy, he began, "As you noticed in your tour, there are only three bedrooms in the house plus the glass bedroom, which isn't used as much as it should. So the four of us, before today, took turns sharing their bed with someone else, as each bed is large enough for two to sleep comfortably. That usually means two of us had a bed to ourselves while one shared his. Now with you here we'll have to share two of the beds and only one person gets his bed each evening."

Corey looked at the man wondering if there was something else not being told to him. His uncle had said that John would know what he was trying to tell him. Also, that he would be running around naked all the time. "John, did you and my uncle do some special things together? He told me we could do things here you wouldn't be able to do anywhere else."

"Oh? What do you think he meant by that?" If there was to be any mentioning of sex, John wanted the boy to be first to bring it up. Instead, the boy just shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing."

"I think you know what your uncle meant. Yes, we have a different way of living than you would find anywhere else. Joshua and the boys who lived here with him had a wonderful life. We didn't worry about rules or laws. We did what we wanted because it was fun. It's probably something every boy in the world wishes they could do, but very few can. Most can only dream about it or see pictures of it on the Internet."

Corey took a chance, "You mean like sex things?"

"Yes, sex things. Joshua and his friends and the boys here today feel like they should be able to do what they want with their bodies without police, school, churches, and parents saying it's wrong. Do you believe you should do what you want with your body, especially if it makes you feel good?"

The ice was broken; Corey vigorously nodded his head. "I saw a lot of pictures on the Internet and wished I could do some of those things."

"Well, here you can. As long as no one forces you to do something you don't want to do, enjoy sex as much as you want."

"I think Uncle Joshua tried to tell me everyone is naked all the time."

"That's true. We're dressed now because we didn't know anything about you, except what your uncle told us. And since you weren't sure yourself if the life here is what you wanted to live, you placed a 30-day trial period, right?"

"I was scared. What if I didn't do sex like everyone else and all of you hated me?"

"That doesn't happen here. Sure, you'll be nervous in the beginning. Standing naked so everyone can see your private parts is a big step, but soon you'll hate wearing clothes. The boys here will be good teachers; they want a new sex friend. If you're happy, they'll want you to stay."

"Will you do sex stuff with me?"

"If you'll let me. From what I can see, you're a sexy-looking boy, just like your uncle. So, do you want to sleep with one of the boys tonight or have a bed by yourself?"

The 11-year-old felt his little cock getting hard thinking of the prospect of sleeping in bed with another boy. He had never shared a bed with anyone else in his life. Looking at the other boys, he immediately knew who he wanted to share a bed with for the first time. "Raphael," he said with a little nervousness and excitement.

"Raphael's a good choice; he loves sex. He'll make you feel good, and can answer any questions you have." John whistled to the boys sitting on the other end of the bonfire and motioned Raphael to come over. The boy got up and quickly dashed to where the man and boy were.

"Corey wants to spend his first night here sharing a bed with you. Is that all right?"

"Sure!" the boy said with excitement. "Have you ever slept naked in bed before?" getting a 'no' answer from the boy. "It's lots of fun."

"Now listen to me, Raphael. I know what a horny little devil you can be," causing Corey's face to flush and Raphael's to sport a big grin. "Corey has never done any sex stuff before, and he's chosen you to help him start and learn. So, don't do too much tonight or push on him anything he doesn't want to do. Understand?"

"I promise. We'll start slow and I'll show you some good feelings, most of what John taught me."

"Let Carlos and Peter know before you head back to the house."

"Will do," as Raphael and Corey left John and headed to where the other two boys were sitting. "Corey's going to sleep with me tonight. I'm going to teach him about sex." The new boy looked away as all this open sex talk was new and he hadn't quite accepted the subject being so blatantly spoken about out loud.

It was Peter who spoke first to Corey. "I hope you like sex. If it weren't for John, I would have never experienced it. I was nervous and scared at first, too. I didn't want to live here," getting nods from Carlos and Raphael as they recall how close it came to them not being adopted. "Now we have it every day as much as possible."

"I want to learn and have the same fun. My Uncle Joshua said living here was the happiest time of his life."

"Just in case it goes that far, remember nothing back there until John gets to pop his cherry," Carlos reminded his younger friend.

"We're just sleeping naked tonight, that's all," Raphael assured everyone.

"Pop my cherry. What does that mean?" a curious boy wondered, as the other three had instant recalls of their deflowering.

"It's the last and best part of the sex," Carlos began. "John is the one who will teach you." The four boys got up, said goodnight to John, and headed toward the house. Carlos held back a second and asked John if he could sleep with him.

"Of course. I'd love that," recalling the ongoing memories of the hot young boy in bed and the pleasures his body provided.

"I told Raphael not to do anything in the back until you popped Corey's cherry."

At first shock, then a laugh, as John recovered. "What was Corey's reaction?"

"Curious. We told him you were going to show him the best part of having sex."

"Well Carlos," as the two grabbed some buckets of water from the ocean and put out the fire, then heading toward the house, "let's pretend it's your night to have your cherry popped. Are you ready?"

"Will this first time hurt," the 12-year-old tried to ask with a serious tone, but couldn't, as both he and John began to laugh.

"Yes, it will young man. I plan on shoving my monster cock inside that tight virgin butt of yours while you scream your head off," as both continued laughing as they walked the sandy shore under the canopy of a thousand stars.

***

It was Corey who woke first, as the bedroom was gradually getting brighter with the rising sun. It took a few seconds as he blinked his eyes open to realize that (A) he wasn't in his usual bed at his Aunt Laura's house, (B) that he was sleeping in someone else's bed, and (C) that he was completely naked. It took a few more seconds before his thoughts went back to the day before. He had concluded a long flight and finally made it to Paradise Island where John and the three boys lived. After a tour of his new home, everyone enjoyed a barbeque dinner and later sat around a big bonfire. It was there that John, in a somewhat roundabout way, told the boy that sex was a very important part of the lifestyle of everyone who wanted to live on the island.

Then he slept for the very first time with another boy in the same bed. Corey recalled being nervous about getting undressed in front of someone his age. Raphael understood the boy's uneasiness. He got naked first and crawled under the covers. He then turned off the lights plunging the room into darkness, thus allowing the shy 11-year-old to get undressed and join his new friend in bed. Nothing was done, as Corey felt embarrassed at his cock getting hard. He scooted to one side of the bed facing away from his bedmate. Raphael gave him his space, turned his back toward the boy, and soon both were asleep.

During the night, Corey woke up to find Raphael's body snuggled tightly against his. His first instinct was to either push the boy away or create more space between them. But then his momentary panic subsided as he discovered how it felt to have a naked body lying next to his nude form. He found himself enjoying the warmth Raphael provided against him. As he thought more about it, he heard the boy moan a little and then place an arm over his chest. Gently, Corey used a free hand to lightly rub along the arm wrapped around him. While he was doing that, he felt another reaction. Raphael's cock had gotten hard and was pressed against his ass. Corey wasn't sure what to make of it, but he didn't have time to give it much thought as his cock stiffened.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Raphael's hand starting stroking his chest followed by the soft words, "You feel nice Corey." Calming down, Corey then turned to face the boy. He then ran his hand along Raphael's back as now his bed partner was rubbing his back too. Then two young cocks began making contact with one another. No words or instructions were needed as each boy, governed by nature's sexual instincts, pressed against each other. This went on for several minutes before sleep started to return. Before both boys' eyes were closed, it was Corey who made the final comment, "You feel good, too."

As the memories of the evening before were replayed, Corey smelled bacon being cooked. He quietly got up and looked for towels. He realized that they must be in the hall bathroom. He either had to get dressed or proceed naked. Taking a deep breath, he left the bedroom and headed toward the shower. Before he got two feet into the hallway, he heard a voice coming from the living room.

"Good morning Corey. You sure look sexy today," as he recognized the voice of John.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled as he responded, "Thank you, John. I do feel sexy." The nervousness was gone, replaced by excitement. He was ready to begin his new life as a naked boy of Paradise Island.

"So much for taking it slow and easy," John thought to himself.

***

At the Majuro airport, Troy was on his cell phone confirming an order for delivery to one of the nearby islands he would visit today. As he ended the connection he nearly jumped out of his skin as a voice came from the doorway to his office.

"Did my ears deceive me?" as a shout shattered the quiet atmosphere inside Troy's small office. "Is that my good friend Troy? Are you glad to see me?"

The pilot looked with disgust upon the man. "Believe me, you're the last person in the world I wanted to see. I thought you were long gone to some faraway place."

"That was my intention. But new rumors were emerging about who was running the Lam Sin empire. Word has it that Mr. Yang was murdered by his subordinate Chin Lee who took over control. With the change in leadership, coupled with the years that have passed by, I knew I no longer feared any death contract out on me."

"Maybe I should carry it out and collect the reward," Troy replied with an evil grin, causing Dian to chuckle.

"What a sense of humor. Come on Troy, you would kill the man who saved your life?"

"That's just your word; there's no proof of that."

"So I spent 17 years hiding because of what…I cheated at a card game?"

"Dian, I don't want to talk to you, to discuss your virtues, if you have any, or for any other reason. We did what you wanted. You have your passport to wherever you want to go. Leave me and your benefactor alone."

"Ah yes, this John person. A mysterious individual I must say. Been the owner of his private island for nearly eight years. Rumor has it he was in trouble once with the law in the United States. Has always had young boys living with him. Not sure if that was his issue back home, but regardless, keeps a very low profile. About the only one who seems to know him well is…you. I've never been able to fully make the connection between him and Lam Sin. My guess is since both have boys as part of their 'inner circle of entertainment', that something serious was happening between the two, maybe involving the boys that John had living with him. Lam Sin makes a rare trip outside his castle, supposedly to see this man, and is never heard from again. What exactly transpired only you and he know. If the result was the demise of Lam Sin, well, I owe a lot to this man."

"Enough of your speculation. If there is a reason for this visit, spit it out and leave. I don't want to hear how you prod into other people's lives."

"I'm sure you're curious as to why I am here. So ask away my friend," was the cocky response.

"I'm not your friend, and you have nothing I would be interested in."

"Lord Langley?"

Troy froze for a moment. Trying to regain his composure, he calmly asked, "Who's Lord Langley?

"Go ahead and play innocent. You tried that the first time we met, but I'll ignore your ignorance. Oh yes, Lord Langley. Again, I haven't quite been able to connect his business with John."

"Dian! All right, no more games. Say what you have to say."

"That's better. I told you when we first met I have a lot of contacts. After 17 years you meet a lot of people underground and you hear many tidbits of news shared among those of us who might find it useful. The word was out that Lord Langley had men in Majuro searching for Lam Sin. I found it strange, as the rumor mill pretty much confirmed that he was no longer alive. So why search for a dead man? True or not, the gossip was that Lord Langley was a friend of John. Thinking I might gain a little financial bonus for helping in this search, I spread the word that I could provide some information. This one Englishman approached me and asked how I knew of this investigation. It just slipped out of my mouth that I was a friend of John also."

"Yeah, I bet it slipped out."

Ignoring the sarcasm, Dian went on, "I told the contact that Mr. Yang was no longer running the empire and that a Chin Lee was in charge. That appears to be all the information he desired. He paid me a measly sum and I've never seen him since."

Troy thought for a moment. How much does this man know? It wasn't worth bringing him to see John. "Tell me, Dian, how do you know about the change of leadership and this Chin Lee having taken over?"

"Oh, now you want to know my secrets. I know more of what's happening within that castle than any other man."

"How?"

"I have a personal contact I meet regularly."

"Someone on the inside is betraying empire secrets by passing them on to you?"

Dian just shrugged his shoulders. "That's why I expect to get paid well for what I know. Up until recently, I had no way of knowing how valuable any information from inside the empire was worth to anyone. When I heard an English Lord was investigating on behalf of John, well I figured it was important enough, and that a nice potential financial outcome was a good possibility, to make this contact."

"And I guess you wouldn't mind saying who this inside contact is?"

This just got a laugh in return. "Come on Troy. I haven't survived the past 17 years by making stupid mistakes, but since you and I go way back, I'll share this little tidbit with you. All these years you thought you were the only boy who survived his stay at Lam Sin's castle? You weren't. One other boy did – he's my inside contact."

Chapter Twenty-One
The Plot Thickens

Chris entered the Dean's office wondering why he had been summoned. He knew he had been doing well in his courses, knowing he was close to a 4.0-grade point average. From what he recalled in the orientation class, school counselors were the intermediary between students and any higher authority. Being called directly to the headmaster was a rarity. As he walked through the door he recognized the college dean from the welcoming speech he gave to the freshmen class. A lady was also present.

"Sit down Chris. Thank you for coming. I want to introduce you to Miss Johnson of Homeland Security. She wishes to ask you a few questions. As you are one of my students, my presence here is to ensure there is no implied threat or coercion in her handling of any inquiries she may make, and you can refuse to answer any questions should you so desire." The hairs on the back of the young man's neck rose with apprehension. What could Homeland Security want with him? He looked at the woman.

"Hello Chris," the woman began with a smile, shaking his hand and sitting at a chair opposite the young man. "First of all, I want to set your mind at ease – you're not in any trouble. Part of my job is to investigate any 'blips' as I like to call them that raises an eyebrow, especially if it involves a student who enrolled here from an overseas address."

"I don't understand, Miss Johnson." Trying to keep his voice steady, Chris continued, "What does that have to do with me?"

"Well ever since 9/11 we've tried to track all newcomers to this country to ensure that their purpose here is legal and legitimate and that nothing in their background might indicate otherwise, such as being a former or current member of any organization that could harm the United States."

"I'm just here to get a four-year degree. I haven't decided on my final major yet. I don't belong to any organization here or off-campus."

"I believe you. You are one of the top students in the freshmen class from what I've been told."

"So again, why am I here," Chris trying to stay calm.

"I said to you that you were not in trouble and I meant it, but we know that the documents you presented to this university were all forgeries."

"I…I don't know what you mean?"

"Chris, you didn't have to enter this country with forged papers. You were born here. You are an American citizen."

"I don't understand," the man becoming more un-nerved.

Miss Johnson opened a folder. "You were born 19 years ago in Riverside, California. About 7½ years ago you were orphaned when both your parents died. You were placed in child custody care and sent to a foster home in Barstow, California under the state-certified caregivers of Mrs. Janice and her two sons. A few months after your arrival, a mysterious explosion destroyed the ranch completely. Investigators thought everyone had been killed, including you and two other boys being cared for named Matt and Mike.

"For a while, we had no other information. Recently after a seven-year search, we discovered that Mrs. Janice and her boys flew to South America, possibly Columbia. The man who worked in foster care and sent you three boys to the ranch escaped to Thailand where we later found out that he met a mysterious death. But what happened to you boys? Barstow police thought a helicopter was used to whisk all of you to Long Beach. Were the three boys secretly flown out of the country from there, never to be heard from again? Several weeks later a freighter captain and his first mate arrive at the American Embassy in Hong Kong asking for asylum, saying that a Lam Sin had 'purchased' three American boys and was having them shipped to Singapore on the captain's freighter. The captain, out of pity, placed the three in a lifeboat and set them toward the nearest island. That was the last we ever heard of those boys. Does this sound familiar Chris?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"So you're saying the documents and visa you presented are correct; that you were born in Majuro, Papua New Guinea, and attended the schools listed, the same as Mike and Matt? I'm guessing that whoever prepared this background didn't think that we'd come across the three of you and match information."

"I don't know a Matt. Mike is a classmate of mine in a chemistry class."

"Chris, again I'm telling you that you're not in any trouble. The purposes of the forged documents were to get the three of you back into this country as quietly and as unobtrusively as possible. There was an oversight by whoever prepared these fictitious biographies. It was that not only were the documents you brought necessarily to enter the country and for your college enrollment, but another requirement was that fingerprints be taken. You weren't concerned because you thought no fingerprints were ever taken of you as a child for comparison, therefore no record of your earlier life. Usually, we don't have many children's fingerprints on file. Maybe in the trauma of your parents' deaths, you don't recall you were fingerprinted as part of the incoming process into foster care. So imagine everyone's surprise when your prints matched those of a boy who vanished seven years ago and hadn't been heard from since, and two more matching sets revealed the two other missing boys."

Chris was now getting angry. Raising his voice somewhat, he shot back at the woman. "What do you want from me? You say I'm not in any trouble, yet it appears you're weaving some sort of web to entrap me for something."

"Chris, please watch your tone," the dean admonished. "Miss Johnson is only doing her job. She has spent more time presenting factual information than in questioning you."

"Thank you, Dean. I apologize, Chris. Let me get straight to the point. We discovered that Matt and Mike are also attending universities using the same type of false papers. Homeland Security is not going to question them. We believe they, like you, were unfortunate victims of a group of people whose intentions seven years ago were to profit from your abduction. I randomly picked you to confront and ask questions, but several other questions have come up. After being cast off in a lifeboat, where did you end up? Wherever it was, you were well cared for and despite your isolation, well educated."

"Yes Chris, you entered this year's class with one of the highest entrance exam scores ever," the dean added. "Whatever method you were taught, it was successful and from your early grades so far, I see you having no problem obtaining your degree here." All Chris could do was nod his head as Miss Johnson continued with a smile he was beginning to dislike.

"We discovered that full four-year tuitions, including housing, was paid in advance. It's the same with Mike and Matt. That's very unusual. Most tuitions are paid yearly. It's kind of premature to conclude that a student will continue attending the same university until he graduates. He may fail and drop out or decides he wants to pursue his studies somewhere else. Someone invested a very large sum of money for all three of you boys' education. Also unusual was the route from where the funds came. Each one of you had a trust fund set up under a different corporation whose main stockholder is listed as 'anonymous'. Were you aware of this?" getting a shake of the head from Chris.

"Of course not. Well, I guess I've covered just about everything and asked enough questions," making Chris start to relax knowing he hadn't been accused of anything. "Dean, thank you for the use of your office," as Chris began to rise from his chair to leave.

"Hold on Chris, I just thought of one more question," getting another smile from Miss Johnson as the young man sat back down. "Tell me of your life spent with John for six years on Paradise Island."

***

Since moving to Paradise Island nearly eight years ago, John couldn't recall having any headaches. He had been fortunate to hardly have a sick day. He'd liked to think that the clean environment of the island was a major factor. When he thought about it, he never heard any of the Kalaukans ever complain of a running nose or a fever. Of course, the lifestyle here helped in keeping everyone happy. None of the boys ever got sick. Their bodies had adapted to exposing themselves to the wind and sun as they spent days and weeks naked 99% of the time. Who says being a boy lover also didn't have its advantages? John knew he was stretching it a bit by saying having sex with young boys contributed to a healthy upbringing. Of course, many other factors determined how a boy would turn out as he grew into adulthood, but there was nothing wrong in thinking of Paradise Island as a utopia of healthy bodies coupled with great young boy sex.

But today was different. Whether excitement or stress associated with the newest addition of Corey, John was feeling a splitting headache. What made it worse, he didn't have any aspirin on hand as headaches were never an issue. The boys were waiting for him in the living room and the moment they entered the living room four boys started throwing questions at him at the same time. Usually, that wouldn't bother him as he could get the situation under control, but the boys' constant chatter, coupled with his headache, produced a different reaction.

"Will you guys please shut up!"

The silence was complete as the only sounds now heard were of the ocean waves ending their journey on the shore. Four boys stared at the man in somewhat of a shock wondering what caused this outburst. Carlos was about to say something when John just raised his hand indicating no questions or comments.

"Troy will be here soon with the weekly supplies, so dress for him accordingly. I'm going to lie down for a little while; only wake me when he gets here. Otherwise, please keep the noise to a minimum," as the man proceeded down the hallway to his bedroom. When the door closed, everyone looked at one another.

Peter was first to speak. "What's the matter with John? He's never yelled at us like this before. Did we do something wrong?"

"He didn't look too good; maybe he's sick," Raphael guessed.

"Do you think he's upset because I'm here?" Corey wondered.

"No, it's not because of that," Carlos answered. "He and Troy talked for quite a while last night on the phone. John must have heard something that bothered him."

***

The boys gently tapped on the master bedroom door. "John? We hear Troy coming," Peter softly announced.

"Thanks, Peter. I'll be right out." A few moments passed, the door opened and a more refreshed man emerged. John looked at the four boys and felt somewhat ashamed at having yelled at them. "Guys, forgive me for my outburst. After Troy leaves we'll talk. The past two days had given me a rare headache; I needed to lie down and rest for a little bit."

"It's okay," Raphael replied. "We were afraid you might have been mad at one or more of us."

"Never. With this newly enlarged family, I'm going to be happier than ever. Corey, are you feeling comfortable in your new life?" The man was surprised and happy seeing the boy naked and his excitement at breakfast three straight mornings and sharing how he enjoyed sleeping naked with Raphael, Carlos and Peter. John had been patient and was now ready to spend his first evening with the 11-year-old later that evening.

"All right, let's meet Troy." The group reached the landing pad just as the pilot leaped out of his craft and opened a cargo door.

"Here you are boys, go ahead and unload." The pilot noticed Corey wearing cutoffs like the others. "Looks like he's adapting fast," he commented to John.

"That boy was born to have sex, just like his uncle. He slept naked with Raphael the first night, Carlos the second, and Peter last night. In between, the four have been hiking and doing who knows what. They wouldn't tell me."

"And you haven't…?"

"No, I'm letting Corey feel comfortable about his new nudist lifestyle before I start having sex with him. Tonight will be the first."

"If you don't mind me saying, he's a good-looking boy. I see a little bit of Joshua when he first arrived here."

"What are these?" the voice of Carlos shouted out.

"Those are beach chairs. Instead of sitting on the sand, we sit on those, John explained. He turned to Troy, "All these years, and I never thought of getting these."

Troy chuckled. "What's a little sand on a tanned butt," getting a smile in return.

John surprised Troy by stating that an additional sum for his expenses had been deposited into his business account.

"That's not needed. I'm doing this for a friend, not for a profit."

"I'm not paying you for your services, but these trips certainly have cost fuel, so I want to make sure you are properly compensated for that."

As the boys returned to the landing pad after unloading the week's supplies, Troy looked at them and spoke. "I've known John for a long time. I saw him rescue three other boys and raise them as his own. He also found time to add a fourth to his family. With that kind of love spread over seven years, all of them today are in college in America getting an education to build good lives for themselves. So as I look at all of you, I can't help but think how lucky you are to be here today and know in the months and years ahead that that same love will be shared with you. And like those four before, you too will look back at your time on Paradise Island as the happiest years of your life."

"Wow Troy, thank you." John shook the man's hand and then looked at the boys. "Troy was being very generous and modest. Without his help on too many occasions to count, this island wouldn't be the same as it is today. Next to you boys, Troy is the closest thing I could call family," getting a smile from the pilot. "Yes, I did love those four who were here before, and I know I will love you the same way. Now I need you to keep yourselves occupied while Troy and I discuss some business. Later, the five of us will have lunch."

"John, can we go to the hot springs?" Carlos asked.

"I don't see why not. Just be careful. And remember, no one wanders alone."

As the boys headed up a trail leading to their destination, John and Troy headed toward the house. John looked at his friend. "You know, Troy, the more I try to remain isolated and alone, the more it seems I get involved, indirectly or not, with outside events affecting my life and possibly the boys living here. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't I come here several years ago to find an isolated spot and live the life of a hermit?"

The pilot just laughed. "It all started when you rescued Chris, Mike, and Matt and decided to give them a home here. To answer your question: If you could go back to that point in time again, would you have done anything differently?"

"No, I wouldn't, and I wasn't looking at the whole picture either. The first few months were rough with Lam Sin looking for the boys. Once we got rid of him, I have to admit the remaining years until the boys left were peaceful and quiet."

"So it will be again, John. Let's not overreact to the news Lord Langley presented. If there is trouble, you know you have plenty of friends who will stand by you."

"That's true, and thanks again for that speech. I believe it helped associate the closeness you and I share as friends. I'm sure when the time is right, the boys will more readily accept you as a type of uncle and invite you into our private world."

"I look forward to that," as the two men reached the porch. John went inside and poured some lemonade for the two of them. As they sat down with the cool ocean breeze floating over them, John asked Troy if he had any additional news about the kidnapping of the four boys.

"Not really. It has all the markings of a Lam Sin operation. Even if that man is dead and gone, someone has resumed and is overseeing the abduction of boys."

"For sex?"

"I'm afraid so. It might not be for the personal use of someone running the empire but exploited for much the same reason somewhere else. I hear a lot from airline pilots, who fly to Southeast Asia, of boy flesh being peddled almost openly on the streets."

"So you think whoever's running Lam Sin's empire today is behind the kidnappings? And is this recent one associated in any way to Lib Island where Carlos and Raphael's parents were killed?"

"It's hard to say. I've heard rumors, but that's all. The only common denominator to both incidents was the taking of young boys. Remember, those who attempted the kidnapping on Kalauka Island claimed it was under the orders of Lam Sin, which we know was impossible. To pull off such a plan, money and power have to be behind it. And the empire has both. As for this Chin Lee, Dian told me about him, I never heard of him before. How he got to head the entire organization is a mystery."

"Let's talk about Dian. What's he still doing around here? I thought the purpose of the new documentation was to get as far away from here as possible."

"Maybe he gave it some more thought afterward realizing that Lam Sin had been dead now seven years. After a total of 17 years, he figured nobody was actively trying to find him. So he decided it was safe to stay in the local area."

John pondered what Troy stated. "So how did he contact one of Langley's men and associate his Lordship with me?"

"The one who produced the documents for him must have let it slip that you were paying for them, and Dian mentioned he had contacts. I guess after 17 years he's amassed quite a few, probably from all over the islands. I would guess even within the Empire. Somehow he found out that someone was searching for information about Lam Sin, made contact, and put two and two together."

"That explains why Dian stated he was a friend of mine instead of you. The reason is why."

Troy scoffed. "If I learned anything from my encounter with him is that he wants something. I would guess what he wants from you is probably more money."

John was quiet for several moments. "You know Troy, you and I are stumbling around trying to fit pieces of a puzzle together. Dian seems to have more answers than what we can come up with ourselves."

Troy gave John a look. "What are you suggesting?"

"If what you imply is true, that Dian is trying to find a way to get money from me, why do this in a clandestine manner? Let's pay him upfront if his information is good."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I have four young lives to protect Troy. If we're going to have another confrontation with whoever's running Lam Sin's empire, I need all the information I can get to prepare and protect them. We were able to surprise Lam Sin because we knew when he would be coming here. If Chin Lee is currently plotting a raid on this island, we need to know. And if Dian has an inside source with that information, I don't care how much it costs, I need it."

"So what's your plan?"

"I want you to find Dian and bring him here."

"John, please," Troy stopped by John shaking his head.

"We'll take precautions when he arrives. Troy, I need you to cooperate with me on this."

"All right John. You've always known me as a gentleman. d I've been able to live with blood on my hands for the past seven years because it meant saving you and the boys. If Dian poses any kind of threat, I swear I will kill him. I should have before when he revealed he was part of Lam Sin's men in charge of us boys when I was a prisoner there."

***

While John and Troy were discussing the implications of the news recently received, the four boys were approaching the hot springs. Although everyone was wearing cut-offs, it was suggested and agreed that they should be naked. Corey quickly agreed and four naked boys sat in the steaming water as they enjoyed peeking at each other's exposed upper torso.

As they asked simple questions of one another, everyone realized that they were an only child, no other brothers or sisters. Each pondered what their life would be had they, for instance, a brother.

"I don't know," Raphael was first. "I always looked at Carlos as my older brother. He always looked after me.

"Same here," Carlos agreed. "Raphael and I grew up together, so I guess we could call ourselves brothers.

"I don't think my parents wanted me," Peter was next. "They kept saying that missionary work of that kind traveling from island to island wasn't good for a boy. I got lonely a lot. I could never make any friends because we were always moving. I guess a brother would have been nice, someone to play with and talk to, but I knew my parents didn't want another child."

Then it was Corey. "I think my parents felt the same way too. I was lucky that I had some school friends, but my parents never let them come over or let me visit them. I made a lot of friends on Facebook. I'm hoping John will let me chat with them again."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Corey," Carlos replied.

"Why not?"

"It was okay when you were lonely and had no big secrets as you have now. You start talking to a lot of strangers and accidentally let it slip that you live here, run naked all day long and do lots of sex, we could get in trouble," getting agreeing nods from the other boys. "When you've been here a while, you'll see how wonderful life is. Besides, Raphael, Peter, and I are adopted. We belong to John. If anyone found out about what we do here, we would be taken away and put back in an orphanage."

"You're right," Corey said softly. "I'm going to have the best friends ever right here. I don't need to make new ones on the Internet. I'll delete my Facebook page right away."

"Are you ready to start doing more sex?" Peter addressed Corey.

The boy nodded his head. "Getting my cock sucked by all of you felt great. I saw a lot of boy sex on the Internet and I could tell the boys liked it. Now I know why. You guys are good."

"John will be taking you to bed, probably tonight. Wait until he sucks your weenie. His mouth is like a vacuum cleaner," Raphael commented, causing everyone to laugh.

"I saw videos where men stick their cocks in a boy's butt. That part scares me a little."

"John will be as gentle as he can," Carlos began. "All of us felt the pain when he did it to us, but the pain slowly goes away and soon you're feeling new stuff. Now we want him to do it to us all the time," getting agreeing nods from Raphael and Peter.

"Wait until you feel him shoot his sperm inside your butt. It's a weird but good feeling," Raphael added.

Corey slowly nodded his head and then threw out a question that caught the others off guard. "Do you swallow all he shoots in your mouth? How does it taste?"

It was Carlos who answered. "John told us that a man likes to use both boy holes, his ass, and mouth. We haven't sucked his cock yet. I've tasted a little bit of it when it leaked out of my butt. It's thick and very salty-tasting. I know it's going to take some getting used to, but we feel that after everything he has done for us, we should make him as happy in bed as he makes us."

"We better get dressed and get back so we can say goodbye to Troy," Peter reminded everyone. As they walked back to the house, Corey realized there was a lot more to sex than just running around naked and having his new friends suck his cock. He would also have to give up his ass and mouth for John to use too.

***

"Any word yet Commander?"

"Nothing so far."

"What's taking Homeworld so long to respond?"

"I'm hoping my arguments against carrying out their directives is giving those who issued them second thoughts."

"What if they won't?" getting silence in return. "Commander?"

"I don't know."

"Commander, I've known you a very long time and have proudly served with you. That has given me the privilege of pretty much knowing what you're thinking, even if you don't say anything."

The senior officer looked at the subordinate with a smile. "Really? And what am I thinking?"

"That if the answer is no, you'll refuse to carry out the directives."

"To refuse a direct order is treason."

"So I know you won't disobey any order we're given."

"This device we're being ordered to use was discontinued a long time ago. It had been used on criminals to rehabilitate them, but studies showed long-term after-effects."

"On just a very small percentage Commander. 99% of those treated returned to society and became productive citizens of Homeworld."

"You're right, but it was that one percent that made the House of Law ban its use, except in extreme situations."

"Homeworld feels this is one of those instances." At that moment a signal light flashed indicating an incoming message. "I guess they've made their decision Commander," as both read the response.

"Although the Commander has aptly presented his case against the use of any mind memory alteration, Homeworld has decided that the risk, regardless of how small, is too great for discovery. The temporal portal devices that were used were to study the evolution of the planet and its indigent population. Once studies were completed, all devices were to either be returned to Homeworld or destroyed. Unfortunately, one such device was left behind, discovered, and used on at least two occasions. Part of the blame rests on us for not thoroughly accounting for every device. The people of this planet are not at this stage technically nor intellectually capable to handle time travel and its consequences. They are very spiritually dependent on a higher invisible being. They are still hundreds, if not a thousand, years away before they will be able to handle the true story of their origin and our connection to it. Until then, our existence, past and present, cannot be part of any factual historical event. Therefore it has been decided that in this circumstance, all memories of the device and the consequences of its use must be erased. Anyone directly or indirectly aware of the device must also be included. Any changes in the timeline due to this device's use must be corrected. The device must either be returned to Homeworld so that it can be studied to determine how its use was decrypted. If circumstances make that unfeasible, the device must be thoroughly destroyed so that a confirmation signal reaches Homeworld to that effect. The Commander and his subordinate shall treat this as a direct order."

The Commander looked at his fellow companion. "I guess we know what we must do."

"I'm sorry the answer wasn't what you wanted."

The Commander shrugged his shoulders. "We are officers. We obey orders, whether we agree with them or not. That is in the oath we took." Taking a look at the blue globe outside one of the windows, the man sighed. "Amazing how close this planet looks to ours. It could be our twin sister."

"In a way she is. It is beautiful. Let's hope those who live on it don't destroy it."

"Time to de-orbit. Let's look for a spot close to this island where we won't be detected. Then we'll plan our next move."

"Yes, Commander."

Chapter Twenty-Two
The Slave Market

Abdullah El Sadean leaned back on the overstuffed chair provided by the seller for him and the other clients assembled in a tent located about 50 miles south of Al Bayda in Libya off the Mediterranean Sea. Drinks were being served by naked girls ages 12 to 15, but neither he nor the other buyers paid them much attention. It was the young boys that everyone had made the long dusty journey to see and hopefully own. Occasionally one of the men would grope one of the dark-skinned girls who giggled and quickly moved away to fetch more liquor. El Sadean knew that the seller wanted the buyers to drink heavily, for the alcohol tended to make the men bid higher against one another.

The Arab looked at his fellow competitors, seven in all. As eye contact was made, a slight nod of the head was all the entire greeting entailed. Some would leave here happy that they now owned a boy toy for their pleasure, but the rest would leave dejected that the long trip back home would be empty-handed. El Sadean recognized nearly all the men assembled. Except for one, all were from Middle Eastern countries. They came from Iran, Iraq, Qatar, and other neighboring sites. The one Westerner came from Germany. The Middle Eastern customers had made their wealth primarily through oil. The German was a highly successful businessman. Should the public ever discover the identities of these men who were here to bid on boy flesh, they would be shocked as these same men were high-profile figures in their countries.

Sadly, only four boys were available for bid. The seller apologized saying that his contact from Singapore promised to obtain more boys and that another auction would be soon. So, with few young flesh to be offered, a buyer could only purchase one boy. Four men in the group would have a boy and the remaining four would have to wait for the next auction. El Sadean had earlier gone to the back of the tent to see the naked 'merchandise' that was being offered. It wasn't a great selection. He was told all were recently kidnapped and came from the same island village, about 20 miles from Majuro. The four looked to be around 11 or 12 years of age. Only one boy caught the man's eyes. The lad seemed to whisper to the others as though encouraging them to stay strong. The boy in question looked at El Sadean and spat at him.

"You filthy pig! You'll never make me a slave. I'd rather die first."

The boy's attitude seems to indicate he came from a family who wielded authority, maybe the son of a village chieftain or elder. Looking back at the boy, El Sadean quietly responded, "I wouldn't buy you to be my slave. I'd want you for other pleasures," as the man grabbed at his crotch. It took the oldest boy a couple of seconds to understand what the man had in mind for him.

"If you want to end up a woman, you put that thing near my mouth and I will tear it off with my teeth!"

El Sadean smiled. "I like you. No matter what the cost, I will own you. And when I am through training you, you will gladly suck my cock and drink its nectar, and you will also play the part of a little girl as I and others fuck that boy pussy of yours," getting a defiant look in return.

As the seller came out and once again went over the rules, the Arab wondered if he could win and get that spirited boy. He was a billionaire, but so were the other bidders. It was just a matter of how badly each man wanted to leave this evening with a boy to own for his sexual pleasure or wait until another sale.

The seller was a shrewd businessman. He had examined the four boys and had ranked them to what he thought each would fetch. As each boy was sold, the remaining players would bid more desperately to win one of the remaining prepubescent flesh.

***

The first boy was brought out. Although each boy was good-looking and would make a good sex toy, each bidder looked for various other qualities. As the naked boy was turned around and displayed, a nice ass or attractive genitals may, for instance, be a special quality or desire for a bidder. Does the boy look beaten, spiritually destroyed, accepting his fate without any hope? Or was he insolent, rebellious, and disobedient? Some men enjoy the challenge of breaking a boy down to complete submission.

"The bidding will start at $150,000 American. Incremental bids are a minimum of $10,000." The bidding was slow with the seller urging the potential buyers by highlighting the special features. "Come on gentlemen. Look at this beautiful boy's cock," as the man pulled back on the foreskin causing the boy to wince in pain. "Imagine your lips wrapped around this succulent piece of boy flesh. And this ass! Which one of you would not desire to feel his manhood inside such a tight entrance?" Finally the Iranian won the bid at $220,000.

The second, more attractive boy came out. The same starting bid applied, but each further bid was to be $20,000. This time the seller greased a middle finger and roughly shoved it up the innocent boy's ass, causing the child to scream in pain and begin to cry. "Gentlemen, if this boy squeals like a pig with just one finger, imagine the pleasure you'll have splitting this hot little ass with your manly cock?" El Sadean didn't care for such selling tactics, but in order not to show he was waiting for the fourth and final boy, he placed bids he knew would be topped. In the end, the man from Iraq was the proud owner.

And so it was with the third boy. He was an even more handsome-looking lad who caused the bids to become more aggressive as six men were now bidding on the last two available boys. The incremental bids were now $25,000. Finally, the German with a winning bid of $325,000 had bought the boy.

The final boy was brought in. Unlike the previous three that meekly walked in and allowed themselves to be displayed and poked like cattle, wearing nothing at all, the fourth boy kicked and cursed the men dragging him up onto the raised platform. El Sadean didn't like this rough handling, but he admired the fight this boy had. He knew some of the co-bidders loved to torture a boy into submission. The more defiant and un-cooperative they were, the greater the pain. That and now being the last chance to buy a boy for some unknown length of time would make this a very expensive piece of flesh for whoever won.

"Bidding again starts at $150,000 with $30,000 increments." Immediately, each of the other remaining five bidders shouted. The bid quickly reached $300,000, then $420,000. As the bid approached a half-million dollars, three of the bidders dropped out. Although they could have easily continued bidding, to them there was a limit as to how much a boy was worth. Several bids later it had reached $570,000. El Sadean then raised his hand, "$610,000," jumping the bid $40,000 instead of what been $30,000 increments.

The boy on the stage looked with wonder and confusion as he saw six men wanting to own him offer huge sums of money. On his island, trade was done with commodities offered in exchange. No currency was used. Yet the boy knew that all the wealth of his island couldn't match how much these men were willing to pay to own him. He saw that it was down to two men.

"$610,000," El Sadean had announced. He looked at his competitor and gave a slight smile, which got a dirty look in return. It was down to him and the man from Qatar. El Sadean watched his fellow bidder. He could tell that the man was debating whether he should continue to bid such a high place. Finally, the man made his decision. "$650,000."

"$650,000 has been made from the gentleman from Qatar. Does anyone else wish to bid $690,000? Going, going…"

"$700,000!"

As the seller beamed at the thought of the money he was about to be paid, the man from Qatar look dejected. He would not bid any higher. "Does anyone else wish to bid? The latest bid is for $700,000. Going, going, gone to Abdullah El Sadean."

As the naked, cuffed 12-year-old boy was brought to El Sadean, the same hatred that the man had seen earlier in the boy's eyes never left. "What is your name?" The boy just continued to stare defiantly at the Arab. "I wanted you to have some dignity and keep your name. But if you wish, I will give you one. Let's see, how about 'Cow Dung', or 'Dog Piss', or…"

"Keoni."

"That's better. I know that if you could you would kill me right here on the spot rather than live with me, but believe me, Keoni, your life is going to be a lot better than those other boys. I know those men. They have no problem whipping and torturing boys who won't obey." The Arab grabbed a blanket off a table that he used to put over the boy's shoulders. "This should help keep you warm. I need to pay the seller. Then we have a long trip ahead before we reach my home."

***

Today was it, Corey surmised. He was going to lose his 'cherry'. No matter how reassuring the other three tried to be, he knew his tiny hole couldn't fit the man's cock. He had seen John's erection, especially when the man came up to him and fondled his small cock and balls. The man kept saying how soft and sexy-looking he was, but his hard erection portrayed, in the boy's mind, a monster to him. What if he said no? Would John send him back home? Would his Uncle Joshua be very disappointed in him? Would Raphael, Carlos, and Peter act like he didn't exist? Corey tried to be brave. He knew this was going to happen. Was he a big boy enough to handle whatever pain he would feel?

Raphael tried to give the boy some support. Although all the boys together had tried to ease Corey's concerns and fears, Raphael decided to talk to him alone. "You and I are the same age. My hole is small, too, and yes it hurt a lot when John first stuck his cock inside me. I didn't think I could handle the pain, but he gave me time to get used to it, to wait for the pain to go down a little. When he got completely inside, what John said was true. You kind of like him doing it to you, and the more times you do it, the lessor the pain. Feeling him squirt in your butt with his man juice, made me want to do it again. I owe John a lot for adopting me and letting me live here on this island. Using me to make him happy is the least I can do. Carlos and Peter feel the same."

During lunch, Raphael made the statement out of the blue. "Troy wants to have sex with us, doesn't he?" Everyone stopped eating as John looked at the boy.

"What makes you say that?"

"C'mon John. We may not be naked in front of him, but you can tell by the way he looks at us that he wishes he could have fun with us."

"Does he looking at you, and in your mind wanting to have sex with you, bother or scare you?"

'No," Raphael replied, "But he's a friend of yours and I bet you told him all about what we do in bed. You two have been friends a long time. I bet he knows every secret."

The man's mind was whirling. He knew sooner or later the subject of Troy's desire to have sex with one of the boys would come up. He should have known Raphael would be the first to pick up on that. "Listen, guys, except for our newest member here, Corey, I told you what a bad life Troy had as a young boy. For six months all he knew about sex involved pain. As a teenager, he had nothing but nightmares about what happened to him. Any thought of sex scared him.

"And yes, after the first three boys landed here, he began to suspect that there was sex going on between them and myself. But Matt, Chris, and Mike were always happy, so he knew there must be sex that can be enjoyed. The more he looked at them, and now at you, the more he wondered if he could ever enjoy sex, even with a young boy. I offered him the opportunity to be with one of you if he desired, but he didn't at that time say anything. It was just recently he finally opened up and asked if he could have fun with one of you. I told him I would bring it up and let you decide.

"I wasn't planning on it being now as I had Corey to think about. Troy's a good-looking man. If he wanted to be gay, I'm sure he'd have no trouble finding someone to be intimate with. I believe he wants to have a boy so that he knows that sex as a kid, or with one, can be fun and enjoyable. He needs to bury that time he spent being abused."

"Can I be the first to have sex with Troy?" John looked with surprise at the boy making the request.

"You sure? I know he likes you, and I believe he wants you to be his first – but this has to be done right. No rushing into this, making him feel uncomfortable. You haven't yet learned how to suck a man's cock. Troy probably thinks that is happening now as he knew the other boys from before were doing it." Raphael was quiet as that thought hadn't entered his mind. "You must be willing to offer your ass and mouth. Being his first time, you must give more than receiving."

For several moments nothing was said. Then Raphael surprised John once again. "Let me start first." Now John, trying to be an adult and allow events to unfold slowly, knew that although it sounded good, the thought of an 11-year-old mouth on his cock was too much. He wasn't about to turn down such a request.

No more was said as Peter, Carlos and Corey went outside. John took Raphael's hand and led him to the master bedroom. Closing the door, the man gave the boy a long look. "You sure you're ready? Just because I mentioned Troy doesn't mean it's going to happen in the next day or two."

"My brother and I had already talked about it. Especially after Mike told us we should do it."

"Maybe there's a misunderstanding here. The boys that were here before wanted to suck me. There was no pressure and I never made it a requirement. I used the same rule with them as I do with you. You don't have to do what you don't want. But remember how nervous you were about losing your cherry. I bet there were times you wished you didn't have to do it. Yet you did and I gather you've enjoyed it since. Yes, it does take some getting used to, just like a man's cock deep in your ass, but until you try it, you'll never know. If you don't want to suck Troy off, that's okay. He'll still have that hot sexy ass to release his cum into," getting a slight smile from the 11-year-old.

"Let's start by me sucking you. Is that all right or are you having second thoughts?"

Raphael hopped on the bed, lying on his back, legs spread, a smile of anticipation on his face. "Do it!" was all he said.

The three boys sat in chairs on the porch. At first, there was no noise coming from John's bedroom, but soon a little boy's moans of pleasure could be heard. Carlos and Peter knew what their friend was experiencing and smiled. Corey had enjoyed being sucked by his three new friends and was even learning to return the favor with the boys saying he was getting better and better. He felt goosebumps on his arms as he shivered to wonder what it would feel like to get an orgasm from John. Soon, the loudest moan yet could be heard and everyone knew John had made the 11-year-old reach his peak.

Raphael gently grabbed the man's cock as his face got closer. He recalled being nervous wondering how much pain he would have to endure to have his ass cherry taken – it was a lot. Carlos, who was the first to lose his virginity, was right there with him, telling him it was all right and soon the pain would get less, and his friend was right. The pain subsided some and he felt, for the first time, a man's cock buried to the hilt inside his once virgin ass.

As he got ready to lick the head, he knew this time there wasn't going to be any pain. He really shouldn't be nervous at all. He enjoyed feeling the blast of cum as John squirted it inside his ass, but this time it would be in his mouth. Then he heard the man's voice.

"Take your time Raphael. You know how to suck a smaller cock. Do the same thing here. Only fit what you can in your mouth."

With those words, the boy began to lick the shaft and balls, got the head in his mouth, and then more of the large shaft. It was stretching his mouth open, but not uncomfortably. When it did, he just released the organ and went back to licking.

John was trying to watch the boy but also wanted to close his eyes as he felt the boy's tongue and mouth awkwardly work on his cock. He thought back to the early days when the original four always wanted almost every day to get him off one way or another. If they wanted a break from anal sex, they would make sure one of them sucked him off. John was always surprised that the boys he had and those he enjoyed on Kalauka Island that his balls were still able to produce the nectar the boys eagerly lapped up. And now a new mouth, hopefully, the first of four, would also allow the spigot of his cock to erupt into a nice wet mouth.

"You're doing great," John encouraged the 11-year-old. "I can feel myself getting close. I'll let you know when it does."

It was a wonderful erotic picture as the man looked between his legs seeing the head on his cock alternately being licked and sucked. It certainly wouldn't be the best blow job he ever had, but he felt his orgasm getting close and that was the mark that the boy was doing his job.

Raphael saw John arch his back a little and knew he was getting close. He felt both pride and a little fear. Pride was that he was going to make his adoptive Dad cum and give him the pleasure he always enjoyed giving him, even though so far it had only been in his ass. Fear was wondering if he could take the full amount of cum that would shoot in his mouth. He knew from feeling John squirt inside his ass that he shot a lot and had laid there afterward feeling it draining from his hole, but he knew he wanted to do this. He conquered his fear of a cock his small butt. He was now going to do the same with his mouth.

John reached over and grabbed the small towel on the nightstand giving it to the boy. "If it's too much or you can't stand the taste, use this towel," he instructed. Raphael paused for a moment. No, he told himself. He wasn't going to lose a drop. He sucked a little harder until he heard the man cry out, "I'm cumming Raphael!"

The next twenty seconds was a picture of John grunting and moaning as shot after shot emptied his balls into a boy's mouth. For Raphael, he didn't get the chance to take the first swallow as the force of the eruption hit the back of his throat. As his mouth filled, he started swallowing as fast as he could. There wasn't any time to think about the taste. The boy didn't want to spill a drop. After John slowed down with just dribbling left, Raphael was finally able to open his mouth and take the last few drops, and lick the man's cock clean. When he knew it was all over, he laid his head on John's belly.

"There's a glass of water on the nightstand. Drink it," and the boy did so.

After a couple of moments, Raphael asked John, "Did I do alright?"

"It was better than alright. I thought you would spit it out for sure. It felt a lot better knowing you were swallowing as I was shooting in your mouth."

"Your sperm isn't as thick as I thought it would be. It made it a little easier to swallow. Do you want me to do this every day?"

John laughed. "No, I don't. We just added another sex act we can do. The more you do it, the better you'll get at this and used to the taste of man cum."

"I better practice more. If Troy shoots a lot, I want to be able to swallow all his sperm."

"You know what Raphael. Troy is going to be a very happy man in bed with you. He'll realize how much he's missed all these years and will want to make up for it."

"You want to fuck me now?"

"I can't. A man needs more time to sort of recharge between cums. A boy can usually have orgasms one right after another."

Raphael scooted up to where his head laid on the man's chest. Soon he felt hands running down his back and over his butt. It only took a short time before the boy relaxed as he felt the man's middle finger probe and then slide into his boy hole. As he felt the digit probe inside his opening he let out a small groan. "That feels good, John."

***

There was no waiting now. As soon as John and Raphael exited the man's bedroom, the man asked Corey to spend the night with him. Although the boy had seen the man naked for the past couple of days, going to bed with him and allowing him to touch and do what he wanted, was a somewhat frightening thought. The boys did their best to assure the 11-year-old that it may hurt some to start, that soon he would love feeling John inside him as often as possible. The boy tried to smile at that thought. He had seen lots of pictures and videos on the dark web that seem to indicate boys his age felt perfectly comfortable having a large cock in their hole. What concerned him were the shots of the boys' opening after being impregnated by a man and how large it had stretched. Saying he would eventually like it and want more was something else. He knew he had a small opening. He just couldn't see how the man would fit inside without a lot of pain.

Raphael, being the same age, wanting to encourage the boy more, even bent over so that Corey could see his tight little opening. "Once you get used to it, it's easy for John to go inside you. Wait until you feel him shoot his sperm; you'll get a new feeling being all wet." That statement caused Peter to recall his second experience the evening before.

At the end of the day, Carlos and Peter decided to share one bedroom while Raphael would have his own. As the boys broke, said their goodnights, John looked at the boy he was about to take his anal virginity.

"Come into the bedroom now and we will get over this next big obstacle if you are sure you are ready."

Corey replied, "Yes please, I would like that. I don't feel embarrassed at being naked with you now, so I am ready for anything you wish to teach me."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You've been naked for over three days now. Have you not enjoyed the feeling of running around with no clothes on?" getting a vigorous nod of the head. "Okay. So just as you were learning to have one of the boys touch you all over, I'll just enjoy you more. Plus I'll share some special feelings you'll really like before we get to the final act."

"You mean popping my cherry?"

"Yes Corey, tonight we pop your cherry. Then you will know the same feelings the other boys enjoy when they spend the night with me, but first, let's shower together, and then we'll be ready."

The boy grew excited at the thought of sharing a shower with John. The man soaped the upper portion and legs of Corey but didn't touch the genitals or ass. He wanted that first contact with his fingers to be in bed. He explained that to the boy. Even though no one was touching his small cock, it grew stiff, as the 11-year-old knew it was a sign of the excitement waiting ahead.

As the two participants crawled into bed, John turned the lights very low so that just shadows reflected off the walls and ceiling. Again, asking if the boy was ready, the man began a slow exploration of the soft smooth flesh of the boy, starting with the neck and working downward. Telling the boy to raise his arms, he lightly touched the hairless pits causing the boy to giggle and say to the man, "That tickles."

Next were the tiny nipples John had first noticed. They couldn't have been more than 3/4" across. That, plus the pinkish color, made them blend very closely with the chest. From a distance, it would look like the boy had no nipples. The man slowly rubbed a finger over each, causing the very small point to stand up. Corey commented that it felt good. The journey continued down the chest and over the slightly pudgy belly. He was now approaching the small rigid 2 1/2" cock. It was the smallest that John had ever seen on a boy Corey's age.

Although his height was average, his weight a few pounds over, it seems puberty was still a long way off. Unless the boy got a sudden growth spurt, no visible hair may appear until at least the age of 14. Next, John noticed Corey's ball sack shriveled with its small pearls inside. He looked up at the boy's face to see his eyes closed, mouth slightly open. He then gently took hold of the boy's cock and started licking along the shaft and over the small mushroom head. Like his uncle and all the boys, Corey was circumcised. A moment later the cock disappeared into the man's mouth as the boy's first reaction was a quick inhale of his breath.

Corey couldn't believe what he was feeling. All those hours back home looking at pictures and reading stories of boys getting their cocks sucked, and here it was happening to him. The other boys, who admitted under orders from John, couldn't share much wanting the boy to be surprised as he experienced his first oral blow job from John. He felt himself moaning, as the sensations he was feeling seemed to move along his whole body. He tried to keep still but occasionally couldn't help himself as what seemed like a jolt of electricity shot from his young penis. Like any boy experiencing getting his cock sucked for the first time, the reaction from John's lips and tongue was that he was going to pee, something he didn't want to do with the man and spoil everything.

"John, it feels like I have to pee." This was going beyond what he had felt when either Raphael, Peter, or Carlos sucked him.

"Hold on as long as you can, the longer the better. When you can't, then let go. Soon you'll be enjoying your first real orgasm. Don't worry, you won't pee," as John returned to the tasty tube flesh and began licking and sucking harder. He felt the boy's back arch as Corey was trying to hold on as long as possible. Finally, it was too much. The release was nothing the 11-year-old had expected. His body felt on fire, tingling all over. Sweat broke out as he shuddered through his first dry ejaculation.

John smiled as he witnessed the boy's reaction to his very first real orgasm. Eyes were shut, fists clenched as Corey rode the wave of a new experience he would now realize he was capable of enjoying from his own body. Slowly, breathing returned to normal, and eyes were opened. "Was that an orgasm?"

"It sure was. Did you like it?"

"I didn't know anything could feel like that. It was…was fantastic!"

"The beauty of it Corey, is that now you can enjoy that feeling as many times as you want with the other boys. Every day the boys have sex and give each other the same good feelings. They didn't go all the way since you arrived, waiting for you to become an official member of our group. Starting tomorrow, I bet all the others will want to suck that nice tasty cock of yours until you get that great feeling."

"What if I don't suck that good?"

"Don't worry about it. With the other boys and lots of practice you'll have them asking you to suck them for they'll know how good you'll make them feel."

"And give them an orgasm?" said a smiling boy.

"And yes, give them and they you, lots of orgasms."

Then the boy realized that it was time for the ultimate sexual sensation. Asking John what to do, the man replied, "Lie face down in the middle of the bed."

The man reached to the small bedside table and extracted from a drawer a box of tissues and a large jar of Vaseline. He told Corey to lie still while he got him ready. The boy felt the man spread his legs wide and then kneeled between them. Corey, from his Internet research, expected John to start loosening him up with a finger. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised when he felt the warmth of the man's tongue licking the area around his anal opening. Later, he learned that was called rimming. The boy tensed at first but quickly relaxed. John continued to lick the entrance and even probed the small opening with the tip of his tongue. The boy told himself that this part of popping his cherry he liked.

Then John stopped and Corey knew that it was time to experience his first man cock inside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man reach out to the jar of Vaseline and apply some on one of his fingers. Telling the boy to relax, Corey felt the finger at the entrance to his hole. Then John pressed the finger and with a little resistance it slid inside. For the first time in his life, the 11-year-old felt something foreign get inserted inside him, yet he felt no pain or discomfort, just as the other boys had told him, a weird new feeling. After making sure that Corey was all right, John began to slide the finger in and out, showing the boy the motions he would experience as he was getting fucked.

After a while John stopped, greased a second finger, and slowly pushed both inside past the more resisting anal ring. This time the boy could feel the ass stretching as a larger opening was required for two fingers to enter. At first, there was some pain. It was a strange feeling, but the boy didn't classify it as pain. The in and out movements went for several minutes until John stopped. The fingers were removed and John bent close to the boy's ear.

"I think you are ready for my cock now. You are as prepared as you will ever be. I cannot say with any honesty that you are not going to feel some pain in a moment, but what I can say is that it will soon be worth it because any pain will be short-lived and after that you will, hopefully, enjoy what is happening, just as much as I will be. Are you ready to let me take your cherry now?"

Corey looked straight into the man's eyes. "Yes, I am ready John. I know it is going to hurt. All I ask is that you go gentle with me. Take it slowly."

John put a good amount of Vaseline on his cock. He placed a couple of pillows under Corey's stomach to raise his ass higher. The man asked the boy to reach back and spread his ass cheeks wide for him. The boy complied as he felt John move closer to him on his knees. He lowered his body and Corey felt the tip of the man's hard cock at his virginal entrance. He told the boy to relax, push out like he was using the toilet. To Corey, it seemed his entrance had closed tight again even after the two-finger stretching. John gently pushed. Both he and the boy could feel the door opening up slightly. Although just the tip of the man's cock was inside, John knew it was time to go inside. With one strong push, the head was now inside the boy's anal tunnel.

Corey felt a stab of pain but managed not to shout out. He released the grip on his spread ass cheeks and quickly grabbed the sheets with tight fists. Tears came to his eyes, but only for a moment. He was determined to go through with it now. John was now motionless, allowing the boy to get used to having his anal virginity taken. The boy took deep breaths as he waited for the pain to subside some.

The man whispered to the 11-year-old, "How do you feel Corey. Do you want me to stop now or do you want me to continue?"

Corey replied, "Yes, John," the boy was saying in ragged breaths. "Just take it slowly and I will be okay. You can go a bit deeper now. The pain isn't as bad now," trying to convince himself more than the adult.

The boy felt the man push another inch into him and felt more pain, but only for a moment until he relaxed again and the pain dissipated. John continued, pressing another inch in and then pausing before pressing more of his cock inside the warm sleeve wrapping itself around his manhood.

Inch by inch, Corey felt his ass being penetrated deeper and deeper. Each push elicited a sharp pain but quickly receded. Then the boy felt what were the man's balls against his ass and he knew he had done it. John was fully inside him. He had taken the full length of his cock.

The man held himself fully in the boy for a few moments and then said, "Well done Corey. You did that very well. Now I am going to fuck you so you can never again say you are a virgin. Your virginity will be gone forever." With that, John pulled out a bit before pushing in again and so it continued with each withdrawal being further than the previous one but every time he thrust fully in again. Very soon he was almost pulling out before plunging fully in again as he started to give the boy a really good hard fuck. He gradually speeded up.

The pain was being replaced as Corey was experiencing the feel of the man as he moved his rampant cock in and out of him. The boy's cock was harder than he had ever known it. Even though he was a young boy at eleven years of age, Corey felt that what was happening to him was something he should have enjoyed a long time ago. He did not want this to end. John kept the pounding for a good 10 minutes until he told the boy he was ready to cum and fill his insides. Corey knew what the man meant and soon felt John give one final deep shove as the boy felt a great warmth inside and realized he was being filled with his juice of love. Corey felt the man's cock throbbing inside him as he emptied his ball sack. The boy had been well and truly fucked.

After a short time, John's cock started to go soft and it slipped out. John looked at the gaping stretched hole of the boy. A slight bruise around the opening, but no blood. He told Corey to roll over onto his back.

John looked into the boy's eyes, smiled, and said, "Well, Corey, now you are ready to partake in all the sexual fun all of us have every day here. Over time you will discover that sex is also a means of saying how much you care about the other person. What you just went through was an initiation. When we do this again, it's because we want to share of ourselves in love through sex."

Corey reached around to dip his finger in the liquid that was beginning to seep from his ass. Placing it against his lips he tasted of it. "Not bad. Can't wait to get a mouthful when it's my turn to suck you."

"Believe me, I'll look forward to each time we share a bed."

"Do you do sex just at night?"

"No! As I said earlier, I told the boys not to do anything until they were sure this is what you want. Now that I know you do and the boys learn that, too, you can do sex any time of the day, as long as it doesn't interfere with chores or schooling," getting a big smile from the boy. "Now let's shower, change sheets and get a good night's sleep."

Chapter Twenty-Three
Troublesome Revelations

The following morning began as though everyone was celebrating a birthday. The sight of Corey walking slightly bow-legged caused the other three boys to shout and cheer.

"Corey lost his cherry!" Raphael exclaimed.

"How did it feel?" Carlos was curious.

As the boy gingerly sat at the breakfast table, he shared his experience with the others. "It did hurt a lot and I'm still a little sore. John's cock is really big!" getting some laughs around the table, "But he got inside me and shot his sperm deep."

"Would you let him do it again?" from Peter.

A moment's thought and then, "Yes. Even though my ass is a little tender, it feels empty, like something should be inside."

Raphael was next. "Yes, all of us are getting used to it, and I tasted John's cum yesterday," suddenly getting the attention of the others."

"I sucked him off before he fucked me. Now I know how much cum he shoots in my ass from the amount he did in my mouth."

Carlos was surprised at his young friend's revelation. Like the others, he was enjoying the life of nudity, playful sex among each other, and even pleasing John. But he had no idea when he would suck the man's cock for the first time. The obvious question he wanted to ask his friend was, "How did it taste? Did you swallow everything?" Breakfast ended with Raphael trying to describe how John's cum tasted and thought he would get used to it.

Corey, despite his slight discomfort, wanted to do his share of the chores, so after the meal, everyone dispersed inside and out. The cell phone rang as Troy called to see how his friend was doing.

"Wonderful, Troy. The newest boy was initiated last night and now I believe we can move on to the next step. How are you doing?

"I'm fine. Have another busy day of deliveries and pickups. I wanted to check if it is still your desire to see Dian tomorrow?" When John confirmed it was, the pilot responded. "Okay, I'll bring him in the morning."

"Thanks, Troy. By the way, I brought up the subject of having you as part of our special fun. All the boys enthusiastically agreed, and little Raphael wants to be the first."

"I appreciate that John. I just hope I'm not overstepping the bounds of our friendship, injecting myself into such a personal affair."

"We've gone over this Troy. You expressed a desire and I can understand the reasoning. This is an invitation; you're not forcing yourself into our lives. You need a little release too. Seventeen years is way too long without enjoying some type of sexual pleasure, and I know Raphael will give you an introduction you'll never forget."

"Okay, John, thanks. Now I'm excited about being with Raphael. I'll see you tomorrow when I bring Dian."

No sooner did the connection end than the cell phone rang again. John recognized the number as coming from Chris. He recalled Joshua's concern about Corey's adaptation to a new lifestyle and wondered if Chris would make any mention of a problem or issue. It didn't take long. After a quick hello, Chris made the shocking statement.

"John, we're in serious trouble."

***

"All systems check?"

"Yes, Commander," the engineer answered. "We are anchored in 600 feet of water. The island is approximately one mile from here. I've checked the submersible. It is ready for use."

"Very good."

"Commander, why are we using the submersible? We were in stealth mode. We could have taken a pod and landed directly on this island."

"True," the man stated looking at his junior officer. "Although we have our orders, it didn't specify how we were to carry them out."

"I don't understand. Weren't we just going to locate the device, do what was necessary to either destroy it or return it to Homeworld, then make sure all who knew of it had that part of their memory erased?"

"It's not that simple now. That's what Homeworld failed to understand. Even though, technologically, these people are hundreds of years behind us, they are sentient human beings. They are finely sensitive to perception or feeling. Despite the fightings and wars, they do have a moral code. We are an advanced civilization. Shouldn't we apply our own higher standards?"

"The junior officer gave his senior a puzzled look, then smiled. "Okay, do we just walk up to them and say 'May the Force be with you'?"

The Commander laughed. "I warned you against viewing those old video signals coming from here, but yes, they do have a vivid imagination. They would be greatly disappointed to learn that there are no little green men in the universe."

"So how do we proceed?"

"Face to face."

"What! Expose ourselves? Jeopardize the secrecy which Homeworld has emphatically claimed that we preserve?"

"No, that's not what I meant. These people deserve to know why we are here and why it is necessary to clear their memories associated with the device and their travels. We will have followed our orders, yet treated the people here with dignity and respect."

"What if they refuse, Commander?"

"Hopefully they will understand and cooperate. If not, we will do what is necessary to protect Homeworld."

"A problem then, do we approach these people wearing our uniforms?"

The Commander thought for a moment. "I don't believe that they would recognize what we are wearing as military apparel. To be on the safe side, take a look through the long-range video, observe and see what type of clothing they wear. We will replicate it here before departing for the island."

"Yes sir."

A couple of hours later, the junior officer reported back to his superior. "Sir, I'm not sure how to report my observations."

"Why, what is it?"

"It appears an adult male and four younger males live on that island."

"So?"

"Sir, they don't wear any clothing."

"What! Are you sure?"

"I watched them as they walked along the shore of the island. I saw them go inside their dwelling and then come back outside, always naked. Sir, we can't meet them naked ourselves."

"It must be a custom of that island. The humans on this planet wear a variety of different attire. But you're right, we're not going ashore naked. Research what casual clothing is worn in their larger nearby cities and make us what we need."

"Yes sir."

As the junior officer left the command center, the senior pilot thought about what was reported. He recalled studying the earlier history of this planet where some cultures rarely wore clothing. Some of the trips done with the Temporal Displacement Portals went back hundreds and thousands of years in this planet's past. The more savage cultures wore little to no clothing. This man and the boys cannot be of the same group. There must be a logical reason. Well, soon both he and his companion would land on the island and see for themselves.

***

"Slow down Chris. What happened?" So the young man who had spent six years of his life with John on Paradise Island told him.

"This lady from Homeland Security knows everything. How we ended up on your island and lived with you and how we got here in this country to attend colleges. She said they knew the documents you gave us were forgeries."

"How did they learn all this?"

"Fingerprints, John. All of us had them taken where we became foster children. I never thought about that at the time. It was just normal processing we went through as orphans. As part of the enrollment procedure for college, we had them taken. They found out who we were. I guess from there they started putting pieces of the puzzle together. This lady seemed to know everything."

"What did you say?"

"I denied everything, never told her anything, but it was very uncomfortable listening to her. The only thing that was never brought up was our lifestyle while we lived with you, although she did ask about the years we spent with you."

John's mind whirled with questions. "What was the purpose of the inquiry?"

"She just said she was investigating what she called a blip. I guess she meant when it was discovered we were the same boys who disappeared nearly seven years ago."

"Any threats or accusations?"

"We were in the Dean's office and he said he was there to make sure of that. But no, she kept saying none of us were in any trouble. I was the only one who was going to be questioned."

"I can see how something like this coming out of nowhere would be a shock and an uncomfortable situation, but if the information was all she was trying to get, for now, I wouldn't worry about it."

"Why do you say that?"

"If this was a criminal investigation, the Dean would have advised you to have a lawyer present. You told her nothing and denied whatever theories this woman thought she had. Too many years have gone by now. I think curiosity about how you boys turned up seven years later after being reported as missing was the blip she needed to try to find out more about what happened to you during your absence. She put together a picture she thought explained everything. Let her pursue whatever leads she feels will get information. You haven't broken any laws. So don't worry about it, Chris."

"Okay John, thanks." The remainder of the call was going over how school was doing and any new friends Chris had made and so on.

In closing, Chris added a personal thought. "God John, I miss being home. I realize this is the best way for me to live my own life, but I'd gladly give it up in a minute to return to Paradise Island."

"Well, I expect all of you boys to be here during the semester break. I'd want you to meet the new family living here."

"Joshua says you now have four boys, including his nephew."

"That's true. Now don't worry about this Miss Johnson or anything else. Call me anytime you need to talk – don't sit on it."

"I will John, and thanks. Bye."

As the conversation ended, John decided to contact a lawyer he knew whose office was located near Chris' college to investigate this Miss Johnson and to determine what threat, if any, surrounded the boys or him.

"I don't want Chris to know you're in my employ. Report anything you find directly to me."

"Yes sir," the voice at the other end acknowledged.

The call had barely ended when the phone rang again. This time it was Joshua. "I thought I'd call in person; emails and texting are nice, but a voice is much better."

"I agree and it's good to hear yours. How is your mother?"

"She's fine. I guess not having me and Corey around has allowed her to get the rest she needed."

"That's great news. What about you returning to school? Will you be able to catch up?"

"It's going to be tough. I'm further behind than I thought I was. I might have to skip coming over during the semester break to catch up on my classes."

"I hope it doesn't come to that. Maybe if you finish and there's still a few days left, you'll come over."

"I certainly hope so. I miss the life we have there. Which reminds me, how is Corey doing? The last report was that he joined the others in being a complete nudist."

"Within a day he was acting as though being naked was a natural thing. Plus he and the others have become close friends and he's a quick learner about anything sex-related."

"Has he…?"

"Last night, Joshua. He gave me his cherry."

"Wow! You know John, it was very hard every time he wiggled his butt on me to not grab him, take him to my bedroom, and rape his little ass."

"Well, you'll have something to look forward to when you get here. He has a very cute ass that begs being raped." There was laughter from Joshua and the small talk continued for a short while longer before goodbyes were said and the connection terminated.

***

The helicopter landed on the concrete pad to be greeted by John only, as he instructed the four boys to stay away from the house while his visitor was here. Troy jumped on the ground, followed by the man assumed to be Dian.

"My name is John. You must be Dian."

No handshaking was done as the man simply responded, "Pleasure."

"Let's go up to my home where we can talk," getting an accepting nod in return.

After settling down in the living room, John began the conversation. "Troy has spoken a lot about you. Says you claim to have saved his life when Lam Sin was through with him. If that is true, I owe you a debt of gratitude as he has become a very close friend to me."

"You never convinced me of your involvement," Troy cut in. "As far as I recall, my father came and got me and took me home."

Dian looked at the pilot. "I told you that you were so emotionally and physically exhausted that everything was a blur. When you finally could concentrate clearly, you found yourself home."

"Mr. Dian, I didn't ask you over to discuss events of 17 years ago. Whether you were involved or not in saving Troy's life, I've already thanked you. You're here, how do I say it, sell some information to me."

"Straight to the point. I like that. So ask away."

"Who's running the Lam Sin empire?"

"Right now, it's a man named Chin Lee, who worked for Mr. Yang, who was number two man after Lam Sin himself."

"What happened to Mr. Yang?"

"Chin Lee murdered him. Shot him in the back of the head, I heard."

"Why?"

"Not exactly sure. Guess he wanted to run things instead."

John thought before asking the next question. "Are there people who think Lam Sin is still alive?"

"Up until recently, yes. He was a mysterious person seldom seen by many, mostly his bodyguard and Mr. Yang. When Mr. Yang took over, he kept the illusion that the man was still running things. Chin Lee was doing the same."

"So now everyone's convinced he's dead?"

"Rumors were always swirling that he met his death here on this island while coming to get some boys of yours he claimed he owned. The story has it you set up an ambush and murdered the man and all those who accompanied him. The mystifying question is, who helped you. The two of you," referring to John and Troy, "and some boys couldn't have outsmarted and overpowered Lam Sin. You had some big help."

Ignoring Dian's attempt to get information from him, John proceeded with his next question. "Some boys were recently kidnapped. Was this done under orders from Chin Lee?"

The man nodded his head. "Chin Lee tried to convince Mr. Yang that there was money to be made by selling boys to those whose tastes are somewhat like yours." Troy started to head toward the man when John told him to stop.

"Mr. Dian, you're not here to delve into my personal affairs, and I don't appreciate insinuations."

Dian just smiled. "Sir, Lam Sin died to get three boys from here because of some sexual attraction to them. Is it far-fetched to think that a single, lonely man on this island wouldn't find that same attraction? You were willing to kill to protect them. Maybe to others you might appear as those boys' guardian angel, but I've been around enough boy lovers to see the signs."

"John, please, let me take this scum off the island and drop him in the ocean to join Lam Sin," Troy pleaded.

The man looked at his friend. "I understand now why you dislike him so much, but Mr. Dian can speculate all he wants. He won't receive a dime except for information useful to me. Now tell me more about this boy kidnapping enterprise."

"With Lam Sin gone, the business was losing money. Mr. Yang didn't like the idea of kidnapping children for sale. Chin Lee tried to convince Mr. Yang that there was good money to be made by kidnapping boys and selling them on the black market. In fact, without his knowledge or permission, Chin Lee staged a raid two years ago to show how easy it was to surprise villagers, kidnap boys and sell them."

John and Troy looked at one another. Both thought the same thing: Lib Island, where Raphael and Carlos had been orphaned, who hid and witnessed their parents' execution. They were the only boys lucky enough not to be taken to an unknown fate.

Dian continued, "Mr. Yang was upset over this and forbade Chin Lee from conducting another such operation. Whether that was part of the reason for Mr. Yang's demise is anyone's guess."

"So now that Chin Lee is in charge, we can expect such kidnappings to return," Troy surmised.

"Where do these boys end up?" John asked. "In the past, boys were taken for Lam Sin's amusement, ut with him gone, they don't end up in Singapore."

"True. Chin Lee has a middleman he deals with who picks up the boys. Talk has it they end up in Northern Africa somewhere, where they are sold."

Then Troy made a serious slip of the tongue. "So there's no chance of staging a rescue operation as we did six years ago."

Dian's eyes lit up. "So it 'was' you two! Lam Sin always wondered who carried that out. Boy, was he upset! I suppose you were assisted by the same people who helped you kill him." Silence greeted his question. "So be it."

"Anything else, Mr. Dian?"

"Chin Lee knows the real truth about what happened here six years ago to Lam Sin."

"And knows that how?"

Dian smiled, "I have a source inside the castle."

Troy laughed. "Right! This same source that was a prisoner at the same time as myself and has been surviving in the castle for 17 years?"

Dian's face showed some anger, "I don't like to be considered a liar."

"All right! All right!" John cut in. "For right now the subject isn't about how you got the information but its validity. For now, I take everything you told me as truth."

"You believe any of this?" Troy asked.

John thought for a moment. "I think Chin Lee is a very intelligent man. He's planted all this information to give some mystic ending to Lam Sin, maybe to keep his men in check. There's no way to know if he's right or wrong."

"He wouldn't be able to prove it," Troy stated, getting looks from both John and Dian.

"Why?" from Dian.

"Lam Sin's body, along with the men who accompanied him, was in the yacht they arrived in. I went several miles from here and scuttled it. It's in several thousand feet of water."

John slowly nodded to his friend. "So what are Chin Lee's plans for the future?"

"From what my contact told me, he'll continue the drug and prostitution business, supplemented by the selling of kidnapped boys to a middleman."

"Thank you, Mr. Dian. What do you think of this sum as payment for your information?" John mentioned an amount that pleased Dian but shocked Troy. "See Troy in two days at his office. He'll have the cash for you."

"A pleasure doing business with you sir," extending a hand which John refused to shake. Shrugging his shoulders, Dian headed out the house and toward the landing pad.

John looked at the helicopter pilot. "I know this is asking a lot, but can you return after dropping Dian off?"

"You bet I will. I want to make sure you haven't gone crazy," getting a smile in return.

The boys returned to the house when they heard the helicopter departing the island. Their first act was going to be to take off their clothes and resume their nudist lifestyle. But John told them to wait. "I asked Troy to return. He and I have some business to discuss."

***

Keoni tried not to cry. He swore when this nightmare began that he would not give Abdullah El Sadean the satisfaction of seeing his tears. Yet tonight was the worst of all. Three men with monster cocks had raped his 12-year-old ass mercilessly. The boy thought for sure that this time something had torn inside him, but an inspection afterward showed no such damage. That news didn't diminish the pain he had gone through. When the men were through, El Sadean ordered the boy to shower as he did after each 'session'. And like before, the cold water only made the pain worse as it stung his insides. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.

He was lying naked on the bed next to his new master who was also naked. The end of the day concluded with Keoni sucking the Arab's cock, gagging and swallowing the copious amount of cum that erupted from the man's shaft. El Sadean smiled as he looked at the boy.

"You're doing better Keoni. You hardly spilled a drop. Once you have mastered swallowing large loads of a man's seed, you'll be ready for my clients so that they can have the choice of either hole of yours to enjoy."

"Please Master, I can't take this anymore. The pain is unbearable." Keoni was usually bent over on a table spread eagle, hands cuffed to one set of table legs, his legs cuffed to another, presenting a perfect view of the tight orifice waiting for the Sheik's guests. Once one spilled his seed, another replaced him, not allowing the boy a chance to ease the pain. When they were through, he stank from the sperm dripping over his balls and down his thighs.

"Why are you complaining? You have been the perfect entertainment for my guests. And they have paid handsomely for the opportunity to feel their cocks engulfed in a tight boy's ass. You should feel honored. One of the men who fucked you is secretary to a Prime Minister. Another was a law enforcement officer who heads a department that investigates child prostitution," causing the Sheik to laugh at that statement.

"If you think you're suffering, let me share something," El Sadean continued. "Those other boys who were sold the same day as you, I can tell you their lot is much worse than yours. One sadistic bastard loved to squeeze a boy's balls to hear him scream until he passes out. Another likes to whip his boy. His greatest thrill is seeing large red welts on a boy's back and ass. So be grateful you just have a sore asshole."

The native boy couldn't consider himself fortunate to be the property of this man. Used and humiliated since his arrival, the past two weeks had been a living hell. He kept telling himself there was no way he was going to live through this continued abuse.

"You see Keoni, everything in this world is not so black and white or clear-cut as we would like to believe. I would not be surprised if even the Vatican has some boys hidden within their walls for entertainment, even as they denounce sexual abuses by priests. No, young man, some realities must be faced. In your case, it is to provide sexual pleasures for my guests, but be of good cheer. They have enjoyed you so much that I'm going to raise the price for them to use you. After all, you cost me $700,000. You have to help me recoup some of that money."

"Please," a meek painful voice pleaded.

"Shush, little one. I do have some good news for you. No guests are coming over for the next three days. You can use that time to rest and regain your strength, but be ready when that day comes. I heard an African Prince would be among those attending. Rumor has it he has a ten-inch horse cock."

Later, as Keoni lay on his bed in a locked room, he tried not to think of the pain. He kept asking himself what did he do to deserve such a fate. When he first arrived at Abdullah El Sadean's home somewhere in the Middle East, his immediate thought was to escape, but he quickly learned it was impossible. He was kept naked, not allowed to wear any clothing. Cameras were everywhere. Motion detectors dotted outside the perimeter and Doberman watchdogs patrolled inside the 10-foot wall. He was trapped. As he slowly began to doze off, he again repeated the same prayer he had spoken since the day he arrived here. "Won't someone please come and get me out of here."

Chapter Twenty-Four
Correcting The Past

The days passed quietly on Paradise Island. To John, it was heaven on earth. He didn't allow troubles to spoil it. He felt as though he had calmed Chris down from his concerns of consequences following the discovery of the boys' real identities. The lawyer hired informed John that there had been no further contact with Chris and that it appeared to be a one-time event.

Dian had been paid and John felt that he now had an informant who would immediately bring to him any news that might affect the boys. Troy wasn't happy about it. When he returned to Paradise Island after dropping Dian in Majuro, he made it very clear.

"You can't trust him. Regardless of his claims of rescuing me and of an informant inside Chin Lee's castle, he's an original Lam Sin man. He has the cunning to get what he wants by lying or threats."

"You're probably right. I don't trust him, but he's our only source of information as to what's going on inside that organization. If there's any way we can disrupt the kidnapping of boy,s we need contacts like Dian."

"What if Dian was sent by Chin Lee to find out what boys you have here? Could another attempt like six years ago be possible?"

John was silent for several moments. "I don't know Troy. Let's not over-react. We'll just have to be more careful." There was another stretch of silence. "I'm beginning to realize how naïve I was thinking that living on my secluded island would shield me from outside dangers."

"No place is that isolated. You have to admit that if you take the past six years plus and subject the few days or even weeks where any trouble brewed, involving you and the boys who were living here, 99% of life here has been what you dreamed of and have enjoyed."

John smiled at his friend. "What would I have done without you? Oh, by the way, the boys have invited you to share some sex fun with them." Although the pilot seemed glad to get the invitation, he seemed hesitant. John tried telling him that there was no manual or instruction book on how to have sex with a young boy. "Just go with your feelings. Everything else will fall in place. I find that at times they want to be in charge. Let them. Soon it will be as natural as can be." Troy smiled and shook John's hand.

"Thanks. I have to go. If I don't hear from you again, I'll get your call Wednesday for the weekly supplies," as the pilot left the house and was soon in the air heading north.

Corey came inside and asked if he could call his uncle. John handed him the cell phone and went into the living room and sat at his desk. Soon, the 11-year-old came back inside and handed the phone to John. "My uncle wants to talk to you."

Joshua was again interested in how his nephew was adapting. "You wouldn't believe it. Corey has become a little sex machine himself. I see a lot of you in him."

"I'm glad to hear that. Listening to him you'd think he was born just to live the life he has now. After what he had to go through with his parents, he deserved some happiness."

"Well this kind of happiness wouldn't be approved by child psychologists, but what do they know," as both laughed at the thought. "Seriously Joshua, Corey is having the time of his life. He has three other boys who share the same love of sex and being naked. That has made it easy for him to fit in so quickly and perfectly. You should see his tan! He's starting to look like a light brown coconut. And I'm hoping to take him to Kalauka Island soon."

And so the day-to-day routine continued. John was content that the biggest decision, concern, or question he had to confront each evening was which lucky boy was he going to share his bed with and make love to. But unfortunately, when all looks right, something comes along that shakes you like it never has before. It began the next day shortly after lunch.

"John! John! Two men are standing on the shore at the bottom of the steps!" Peter panted as he relayed the news to the adult.

"What are you talking about?" the man asked.

"We were coming back from the hot springs when we saw these two men just standing there. We were naked and didn't want to be seen. So we ran around the back of the house and came in that way."

"Okay. Tell everyone to get dressed while I check this out. Stay inside," as John went to put on some clothing. He then went to a window and looked down at the shoreline where the bottom of the steps from the porch met the sandy beach. Just as Peter had stated, two men stood silently as though waiting to be invited inside. John looked right and left but saw no craft, begging the question of how they got here. It seemed the two figures had been standing there for a while. Before the man decided to go out and see who they were and what they wanted, he grabbed his cell phone and called Troy, asking him to get here as quickly as possible. "It may be nothing, but I'd feel better if you were here."

"I'll be there within the hour," was the reply.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stood on the porch looking down at the men who appeared like any other males one could approach. They wore gray slacks and long-sleeved shirts of the same color. "My name is John. I own this island and this is private property. Who are you, what are you doing here and what do you want?"

One of the men whispered something to the other. Then the man, who somehow seemed to project an aura of leadership or command spoke. "I'm sorry, John, for this unexpected visit to your home. We have come a long way to discuss a topic of great importance. I promise we're not here to create any problems, but hopefully, with your help, to resolve some serious ones."

"I don't understand. What serious problems? Again, who are you?"

The man smiled. "My apologies. I'm not familiar with the customs you have. I am the commanding officer of my craft and this is my junior officer or what you would call, my engineer. We are the ones responsible for the device you have inside what I believe you called your humming cave."

John was stunned. These two men claimed to know about the time travel portal. How could these strangers know about it? Could it be some kind of hoax, a diversion for something else, maybe a trap? The man kept saying to himself, "Hurry up Troy."

"I don't know what you're talking about? I know nothing about a humming cave."

The two men on the shore whispered in low tones for a few moments. "Again, please excuse me. I forgot that suspicion is part of your nature," getting a puzzled look from John. "You need what you call proof. There is a time travel device on your island inside that cave. Seven years ago you and a young boy companion were accidentally transported 200 years into your past, then again 2000 more years, and then eventually returned to the control room. Another man used the device to travel back to the same period, but for some reason was never returned. We are here to correct the timeline and retrieve the device which should have never been left here."

If John was stunned before, he was shocked! These strangers knew about the humming cave, the time portal, and his and Mike's experiences. How would they know? Their demeanor seemed unusual also like they weren't used to conversing with other people. John debated what to do. The men looked innocent enough. He saw no threat, and soon Troy would be here. Making a decision, he looked at the men. "Come inside my home. I want to hear more."

The two strangers from far away quietly mounted the steps and entered the house following John into the living room where a couple of chairs were pointed out for the men to sit down. The engineer stared with wonder at the inside of the house and all its furnishings. "This is incredible! I've seen pictures and videos, but never thought I would be inside a human home."

"Quiet!" The Commander admonished, seeing the strange look on John's face. "Once again, I must ask for your understanding. This is our first face-to-face contact with humans. Although we have observed your planet for many hundreds of years, it has been with the strictest secrecy, only to observe, but not interact or interfere."

"What are you talking about? For the last time, who are you?"

The Commander looked at John. "Let me start from the beginning. My officer and I come from a planet 41 trillion miles away, or what you equate as seven light-years. Our planet's name is Homeworld, to make it easy to pronounce in your language. We are a very old race and have been exploring space for a thousand years. I am a scientist. I have spent years studying other galaxies and planets as part of my research. This planet drew the most attention due to the closeness of your geological development to ours at the same time in our history. We invented devices, called Temporal Displacement Portals, which allowed us the opportunity to visit planets that we were studying and use these portals to view their past. Our last visit here was 200 of your years ago."

"Hold on. You're telling me that you're from another world. That you're aliens?"

The Commander cracked a small smile. "To my officer and I, you are the alien."

"But you look human, like me."

"Little green men," the engineer recalled the earlier conversation, again getting a puzzled look from John.

"I wish I could spend time dispelling all the fantasies and erroneous assumptions your planet has made about so-called creatures of other worlds," the Commander began "but let's say we're more related than you think"

"I did enjoy your Star Wars movies. We at Homeworld laughed at your concept of appearances of the various indigenous populations of other worlds," the junior office inserted.

Continuing, the Commander looked at John. "During our last visit to this planet several scientists, including myself, installed six Temporal Displacement Portals at various isolated locations on your world which we thought stood a minimal chance of discovery. At that time this island was one of those locations. We used the devices to study your history through the eyes of various cultures in two or three-hundred-year cycles. Our devices allowed us to travel through time to more accurately chronicle events that had the greatest impact on your development as a species. We were observers only. As I stated before, we did not interact or interfere. Regardless of how your history was unfolding, we did nothing to alter it."

John kept shaking his head. This had to be one big joke. His mind kept telling him of all the billions of people on Earth, he was supposed to be the one to make the first contact with visitors from another world. Yes, there have always been stories and claims of flying sauces, but nothing was ever proven.

The Commander could see that John was having difficulty believing what he was being told. So he decided to wrap up this conversation and proceed with his assignment. "After our visit, it was decided to bring back or destroy these devices for fear of its discovery as your people populated more and more of this planet. When we were through, four of the devices were brought back to Homeworld. The other two, which for various reasons could not be removed, were supposed to have been destroyed so that no evidence of it could ever be traced. It was assumed such was the case with the device on this island. It wasn't until you activated it that a signal was sent to Homeworld informing us of its use. My orders are to destroy the device and make corrections to the timeline based on your usage."

"All right! Whether you're visitors from another planet or a comedy show secretly taping this conversation, let me say that this device has been destroyed. It was blown up when we sealed the entrance to it."

"You blew up the tunnel," the engineer corrected. "The room with the device is protected by what you would call a sort of force field. It remains intact."

John stared at the man. "How would you know?"

"As we approached this planet I tried to retrieve information from its computer core about the time travels conducted by the three of you. That's how I knew where you had been. For some unknown reason, the third man wasn't returned. It's possible due to the closure of the tunnel and the lack of an escape route the program did not initiate a recall."

The engineer, who looked toward the window, interrupted the man. "A flying craft approaches."

John confirmed the sound. "Yes, not knowing who you were and your motives, I asked a friend to come here. He also knows of the existence of the time travel device."

"If he is your friend and has knowledge of this device, we would be honored to meet him," the Commander added.

John went out to the porch and saw Troy dashing along the path from the helipad. Once he reached the top of the stairs he asked, "Are you all right? What about the boys? What's going on?"

"You're not going to believe this." John briefly told his friend who the gentlemen in the living room claimed to be and their intimate knowledge of the time travel portal that was in the humming cave.

"Where could they get such information? What do you think? I can go back to my copter and radio for help."

John thought for a moment. "Did you see any boat or transport on how they got here?"

"I didn't spot anything, although I wasn't specifically looking. Did they tell you how they arrived?"

"No, they didn't." John was quiet for a moment. "If they are not who they claim to be, they're doing a darn good acting job. Let's play this out and see what happens. The boys are in the bedrooms. So be ready if anything happens."

"Will do," as both entered the house.

"Troy, this is the Commander and his engineer from Homeworld."

The engineer wasn't sure how to respond, so the Commander did. "A pleasure to meet a friend of John."

"As I mentioned to you," John cut in, "these gentlemen are here to destroy the time travel portal that they claim is still intact."

"I find that hard to believe. I consider myself a pretty good judge of explosives. There was more than enough to destroy both the tunnel and the cave," Troy rebutted.

"We are not here to challenge your knowledge of explosives. The complete collapse of the tunnel is a testament to your expertise. But as I mentioned to John, a shield protects the cave. Until it is deactivated the program will protect it."

"Why wasn't it destroyed like the other one?" from John.

It was the engineer who responded. "It was my error. I set the device for vaporization but neglected to shut off the shield. It protected it when vaporization was attempted. I should have checked before we departed?"

"Wait a minute!" Troy realized. "You're saying you were here 200 years ago?"

It took the Commander a moment to understand why the astonishment. "I'm sorry. I'd forgotten that human beings' lifespan is much shorter than ours. Let's just say we do live long lives due to many scientific and medical discoveries as well as advancements in the field of genetics. So to answer your question Troy, yes we were here 200 years ago."

John then concluded, "So I guess the next step is to take you to the cave. How will you excavate it?"

"I have a device on me that will take care of that problem."

Both John and Troy looked at each other. Tons of rock blocked several hundred feet of the tunnel, yet the Commander claimed to have on him something to clear the passage? Each man came to the same conclusion: if these men were fakes, the next few moments will tell.

"If you will lead us, we will need to proceed to where the Temporal Displacement Portal is located," the Commander stated.

As the quartet reached the former entrance to the cave the Commander nodded his head. "I must say that even had we not arrived here, this blockage would sufficiently prevent any access to the cavern below."

"Then why bother with it now?" Troy asked.

"As I explained to your friend, we received signals of the Temporal Displacement Portal's usage. Even at the speed of light, it took seven years to reach us. We assumed, of course, that this tunnel was destroyed so, therefore, no need to monitor for data from the unit. It will now be corrected. We will then take our leave and you will no longer see nor hear from us again."

"Corrected?" a puzzled look from John. "You implied correct twice."

"Time travel is a much-disciplined process. I'm sure you have movies that seem to imply that an event that changed in the past could affect the future. Fortunately, your interaction caused minimal damage and we have corrected that from our spacecraft."

'What damage?" from Troy.

"The boy named Miles. John and his young companion rescued him and it somehow changed the genealogy of the Langley lineage."

"And you corrected that?" John asked, still stunned by what he was seeing and hearing.

"We have what you would describe as a portable Temporal Displacement Portal on our craft. Once we determined whatever your acts were during your visit, we were able to 'correct' that and put events back in order."

"You mean Miles was returned to Mr. Fletcher? Do you know what his life was like with that man? Is that how you correct things?"

"Let me finish John," the Commander cut in, speaking in a more direct tone. "Miles is not with Mr. Fletcher. The events you and your young companion experienced weren't changed. Instead, the coach was carrying the real Lord of Langley. He was the one who saved the boy and brought him to his manor. He was raised as a ward, sent to Oxford, and began his own shipping business."

John stood there trying to understand what had just been explained. He then wondered, "What about Jakes' journal about Miles?"

"If you look in your safe you will not find those pages, nor anything connected with that painting. Once time was corrected, those items never existed."

"And today's Lord Langley?"

"He has no physical proof of any kind. Now let's move on. In your Rome travel, although much longer, again, fortunately, there wasn't much to correct. Appius, the boy your young Mike portrayed was never kidnapped. Cadeyrn was indeed a captured slave. But Appius convinced his father that he wanted a playmate since he was an only child. So Cadeyrn was bought and lived with the Ionannes family. The boy Marcus, that Mike got to know, played no important role and his presence did not affect any events."

There was silence for several moments as John tried to absorb all that had just been told to him. He knew that he and Mike experienced those events from their time travel, but the Commander had corrected the timeline as though they were never there.

"I know this may come as a disappointment after the experiences of your time travel, but I hope you appreciate how important it was to make sure the timeline wasn't changed. We do have a drawback in that we cannot know the future. So it is still subject to changes. In regards to Miles, you may still have a connection."

"A connection with Miles?" John asked confused.

"Yes, I mentioned Miles began a shipping business shortly after graduating from Oxford. He then married and had two sons and two daughters. One son captained a company vessel and sailed the islands around here. He married a native girl. Now, five generations later, the next boy to be the leader of his island was recently kidnaped. Of course, this is speculation, but he could be an important part of future history. He needs to be rescued and returned to his home. His name is Keoni."

"Where is he?" Troy asked.

"Right now, somewhere in the Middle East."

"And you want me to rescue him? John asked with disbelief.

"Boys are kidnapped all the time around here. What makes him so special?" Troy asked.

"That's for you to find out."

"What about Lam Sin?" was Troy's question. "Will he be returned to seven years ago and continue to be a threat to us?"

"When Lam Sin is returned, he will be dead. Although he never shared this with anyone, he was suffering from tuberculosis. He died three years ago. His remains are buried on the grounds of his castle. His attempt to take away your boys seven years ago was a failure due to bad weather before he ever got here, forcing him to return to Singapore. As his illness progresses, it prevents him from making any other effort to attack this island. Mr. Yang takes over the empire upon the death of Lam Sin. Chin Lee assassinates him and takes over himself. He is running the empire the same ever since, including the kidnapping of boys for sale. Lam Sin has long since been forgotten."

Although not shown on the outside, both John and Troy breathed a sigh of relief. Although for the past seven years neither were concerned about the Oriental impacting their lives any further, just knowing he was alive, even 200 years ago, never gave them complete closure on the man.

Looking back at John, the Commander then spoke again. "I guess it's time now to open the tunnel." The man withdrew from his pocket a small metal box. Pressing something on it there was a flash of light. When John and Troy's eyes cleared, the tunnel was wide open." Both men looked at the alien visitor.

"To describe it briefly, we can temporarily compress, suspend and displace molecules. All the rocks that blocked this cave have been shrunk to a very tiny fraction of its size, un-seeable to the human eye. We can maintain this for only a limited amount of time." There was a pause before the man continued. "Let's say it's an advanced version of the teleportation device as seen on your Star Trek shows. Our advanced physics far surpasses what your scientists know today, but we must hurry," as the Commander led the group inside the tunnel.

For John, this was a time trip in itself as he recalled traversing this very corridor with Mike seven years ago and both speculating how the floors and steps were cut so neatly and by whom. Once again, John was astonished as the group approached the opening of the control room. Just as he remembered, there on one side was the panel covered with geometric symbols and on the other side, the white circle that projected he and Mike into a past no other human being had previously experienced.

This was also like a trip into the past for Troy in a certain way, as he recalled stringing the explosives along these same walls only to see everything as though he had never been here.

The Commander and his companion approached the control panel, looking over the symbols and softly talking to one another. The senior officer looked at John. "The settings were still set for the last time this was used by you and Mike. Upon return, the program wasn't canceled as it should have been, thus the ability to send Lam Sin back to the same year and place."

"You mean some of your people used this very room to go back in time?"

"When we were last here 200 years ago, London of 1820 was the current date. The program was set for a direct extended time journey to Rome of the first century. When you stepped into the white circle, the program reset itself to take you to London, then back to the original destination."

"So that's why Mike and I were in London for less than a day. The program needed to re-initiate the original travel to Rome. This wasn't supposed to be a two-stop trip."

"Correct. We are now making the corrections to the time stream. In a couple of minutes, your Lam Sin will have never been to London." No noise could be heard as the two men working in unison touched various symbols on the control panel. No lights flashed, no noise was heard. But a couple of minutes later the Commander looked at John. "It is done. Lam Sin is now buried where he should be. No evidence exists connecting him to any travel into the past. The timeline has been corrected. Miles is now at Langley manor in the year 1820."

"Does he ever remember any of this?" John asked. Both officer and engineer slowly shook their heads.

"But you won't forget him," the Commander softly stated as it was John who now slowly shook his head. "It is time to leave so that we may destroy this device."

"How?" John wondered

"We will re-program the vaporization protocol. Once activated, no evidence of this cave will ever exist. In case a few molecules escape, we will add them to the rocks that blocked this cave. We will project it into outer space where it will decompress into a hundred billion particles never to be assembled again." Pausing for a moment, the Commander then added, "My apologies. I should have asked first. Do you wish us to block this cave as before? I can reassemble the blockage or send the contents into space also."

John thought for a moment. "No, don't block it. Let the open cave stand as a reminder of the adventures taken and those we met associated with it." The officer nodded his head. Soon everyone stood outside the cave as the small device capable of such a scientific feat was aimed at the cave. No noise or rumbling was heard. The Commander then announced, "It is done."

As everyone walked back to the house, the alien visitor spoke to John. "You no longer have that painting in your safe." John understood. Since no such visit occurred, no record of any kind could exist. Also, you will no longer have any further contact from Lord Langley.

Back at the house, the men were preparing to leave, but the Commander did share with John one piece of information that he had brought up earlier. "Keoni needs to be found, rescued, and returned to his grandfather."

"Why? Is he an important part of the future timeline? I thought you couldn't see into the future?"

"The two of you together will play a pivotal role in a future event. That's all our temporal studies can reveal. I can't say any more than that. The boy will be difficult to find. You'll need all your resources to locate and free him."

"If you know where he is, why don't you tell me?"

"As I stated before, we cannot interact or interfere. I have already broken a half-dozen rules just by telling you about this boy and your connection to him."

"I understand," John replied, although deep inside he didn't. Yes, the boy was some sort of a distant relative to Miles, but how could he and that boy have any major impact on anything?

Finally, the four men reached the shoreline. The Commander looked directly at John. "Part of our orders, after assuring that the TDP was no longer an issue, was to erase any memory not only of the knowledge of your time travel but also your interaction with us. This will only take a second and by the time you recover, we will be gone. All you will recall is the need to rescue Keoni."

"What! Wipe out our memory? Why? With the cave destroyed, how can we have any effect on future history? I understand your need for security, but does that have to happen at the expense of our memories?" The Commander looked at John. Would leaving him and those involved with what they know, would it endanger Homeworld?

It was the junior officer who seemed to appreciate the dilemma. "You must understand that we cannot risk in the slightest the revelation that a race from another world visited this planet. You, humans, are not ready for such knowledge or contact despite the false claims of such."

"Let John continue," the Commander cut in. He looked at the man "Convince me not to do anything."

John thought carefully about what he had to say. "Even though the cave was discovered by accident, Mike and I did not know its purpose. The control panel did indicate some intelligence higher than ours. Only when we stepped into that white circle and awoke a few moments later did we realize what we had discovered. Although experiencing something no other human being ever has, during the trips to London and especially Rome, when Mike and I got separated, there was the realization that we may never return to our time. But when we did, I knew that such a powerful device in the wrong hands could create havoc in history. I decided to destroy the cave and hopefully keep the knowledge of its prior existence to the few of us within my family. For the past seven years, very little thought has been given to that experience. I have not even told the boys that live with me today much about it."

The Commander thought for several moments. He had made a decision. "John, I will not erase any memory of what you, Troy, or the others of your family experienced."

"Commander!" the junior officer cut in. "We have orders from Homeworld."

Turning to his fellow traveler, the officer answered. "Even if John were to share his knowledge, what proof would he have? We destroyed the device. With no evidence, it would be another crazy story told by a man just wanting publicity. He has kept our secret for these many years. And once we had corrected the timeline, those necessary will be returned to their proper place with no knowledge of these events. I see no point in subjecting anyone to such a procedure. And no one at Homeworld needs to know," giving his junior officer a hard look.

"Yes sir."

Looking at John, the Commander added. "It will be up to you to make sure Lord Langley doesn't say anything to anyone else but you. We know that at the present he has promised he is the only one with this knowledge. If it's discovered that anyone else is aware of our existence, I will return and make sure no one retains any memory of us."

"I understand," John answered, getting the same assurance from Troy.

Returning to the shore the Commander took out of his pocket another small rectangular metal box similar to the one he used to enter the cave. On one side could be seen the same geometrical systems the control panel displayed. The Commander pressed a few buttons and instantly appeared what looked like a small submersible vessel. John and Troy felt like Neanderthals in comparison to the technology possessed by these visitors from another planet.

"As you have probably surmised, we use stealth technology. This is the mode of transport we used to arrive here and kept hidden from you until now. Our interplanetary transport vessel is submerged about a mile from here. We will return there and leave soon thereafter. We will never meet again. Although I deviated somewhat from my orders, I'll always know that we met good people who won't forget us. It is with the hope that someday our two worlds will meet."

"There's more to this, isn't there?" John asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Our almost identical what we call human appearances; this planet evolving similarly to what you claim yours did. We humans would call that a coincidence."

The Commander gave a long look. "Let's just say we helped a little," as the two officers opened the hatch of the submersible and crawled inside. With a final wave of the hand, the Commander closed the opening. Without a sound, the vessel slowly backed into the water and quickly sank out of sight.

"At any moment I expect to wake up and tell myself, 'That was the most fantastic realistic dream I ever had,'" Troy stated still staring out to sea where the craft had disappeared.

"Amazing," John began. "Of the six billion people on this planet, only you and I experienced contact with someone from another world. It may be hundreds of years before anyone else ever does."

"Can we come out now?" the boys were shouting from the bedrooms as John and Troy returned to the living room.

Troy looked at John. "Well, I guess that's my cue to leave. You have some interesting explanations to deliver."

"You don't have to leave. Now that the boys want you to be part of their sex games, you haven't started yet."

"I know, but now isn't the right time." Looking at the four boys, the pilot grinned. "But believe me, I can't wait. Ever since you accepted me, all I've thought about is that first time it happens."

"We can wait," Carlos replied, getting similar agreements from the other boys.

Troy was escorted to the helipad, where everyone saw him off. It was Raphael who first spoke. "Let's hurry back to the house. I want to get naked again." The other three boys agreed and soon the four were running up the path toward home. John held back thinking of the events of the past couple of hours. Was it all real? Although the Commander stated he wouldn't erase the events John and the others went through, could he still have done it without him knowing? He turned and headed along the shore and up a trail that would lead to the former humming cave. Sure enough there it was, the opening cleared of debris. He was tempted to return home, get a flashlight and see if the time portal cave was gone, but decided against it. He was sure that what remained was scattered in the void of outer space.

He headed back home to be greeted by four naked beautiful boys. As always, his cock twitched at the thought of soon sharing a bed with one of these good-looking pre-teen sex toys. He got undressed. Dinner was prepared first, as the boys kept asking questions and John told them to wait. Finally, it was time to share what he could. He explained that the men who were here visited this island a long time ago and wondered what it looked like today knowing someone now lived on it.

"Will we see them again?" Peter asked. John replied, "No."

There wasn't much more to say, as the bulk of the time correction didn't apply nor affected those living with him. To change the subject, he decided to make one announcement that would surely get the boys all excited. "Guys, how would you like to go to Kalauka Island?"

Peter, Raphael, and Carlos responded with enthusiasm after hearing so many tales of their lifestyle, plus the visit by Aukai. Only Corey seemed confused.

"You mean it, John?" Raphael asked, his eyes twinkling in conjunction.

"I have to take care of some business first, but hopefully within a couple of weeks, we'll make the trip." This produced more cheering. "All right. Poor Corey is sitting here not understanding a thing we just talked about. So I leave it up to you to share what I've told you about the Kalaukan people and their culture. Corey, you're still getting used to this running around naked and having sex. So if after you hear what the boys share with you, if you feel this is too early to participate in such a trip, don't worry. I'll have Troy pick you up. You can be his first sex playmate while the rest of us are away," getting a nod of the head from the boy.

"Hey, I picked him first!" Raphael stated firmly.

With a smile, John answered, "Well, you better get Corey all excited about going to another island."

Soon, everyone split up and got ready for bed. The four were to meet after showers to tell Corey about the Kalaukans and then decide the sleeping arrangements. John stayed in the living room, once again going over the fantastic events of earlier today.

Now he had to concentrate on a new problem. Who was this boy Keoni? Why was he so important? And what event were he and this boy to play such an important part in? The biggest problem was how was he ever going to find him, much less rescue the boy? He had no idea where to begin. Before tackling that issue, he thought a vacation would be nice, whereupon everyone could relax and not worry about the future. It would present its troubles eventually.

Chapter Twenty-Five
Moving On

The sun was shining brightly through the tinted windows of the octagon-shaped glass bedroom. The pane glass windows had been specifically installed to wrap around 180 degrees or halfway around the structure so that both the rising sun and its setting could be observed. John and the previous family frequently visited this special structure. But the unique bedroom building had sat pretty much unused since the adoption of his current set of pre-teens. And although the dawning of a new day or the ending of one presented magnificent views, to John the view he enjoyed late in the evening or early in the morning wasn't the multi-colored sky during sunrise or sunset. It was the smooth soft naked form of one of the boys. Every time one would share a bed with him it was like a new adventure. You never get tired of having sex with young boys. Not if you're a true boylover. For if a boy has been properly introduced to man/boy relationship and discovers the many pleasures associated with it, in most cases he will be the initiator, urging the man to take him to bed. But he will also jump at an invitation to once again experience those erotic sensations his young body produces as the man stimulates each erogenous zone.

Today, in the glass bedroom of the early dawn, it wasn't about a man and a boy sharing the sexual intimacy two naked bodies can enjoy. It was one 11-year-old boy and one 12-year-old boy. After witnessing the brutal murder of their parents and nearly everyone else on their small island village, they had grown as close as two brothers could be, the older feeling responsible for the younger. Their dependence upon one another grew as they spent two years in an orphanage waiting for someone willing to adopt them and make them part of their family. Some interesting couples wanted either Raphael alone or Carlos. But both adamantly refused to be separated. The sisters understood the ties that bonded these two and kept hoping that someone would desire to take both together. But time was running out, as soon Carlos would have to leave the orphanage when he turned 13 to be placed in one of the work farms.

Sex was not a word either boy knew when they were younger. There was no running water on the island they lived on, so bathing was usually done just off the sandy shore. And like all young boys at their age, grabbing at each other was just part of a game. Erections may result, but beyond that, it was just innocent playing. At the orphanage, both boys had tried to play this game while showering. But the thought of getting caught curtailed that activity. Then one day the idea came to sneak out of the dormitory at night, hide in a janitorial closet and start playing with one another's small penises. This extended act not only created stiff little cocks, but new tingly feelings they had never experienced before. The desire to repeat these new sensations, again and again, led to risks taken for more frequent nighttime excursions. It was during one of those evening trips to their secret hideaway that Peter had discreetly followed the two and heard the soft moaning coming from behind the closed door within the small room.

The small hints John gave to the two boys when he visited them at the orphanage were exciting. The man had no problem with young boys engaging in sexual play and even hinted at participating sexually with the boys himself. For Raphael, who although didn't understand what real sex encompassed, the thought that he could enjoy those tingly feelings even more without fear, and even with the acceptance of John, made for a wonderful fantasy dream come true. Carlos, though, was more cautious. Although he too enjoyed the same sensations his younger friend did and was also starting to produce a liquid result as a consequence of the rubbing his cock received from Raphael, what John offered on his island sounded like an impossible dream. But that weekend spent on Paradise Island convinced the two brothers that this was the life they wanted and were free to experiment in any sexual game they wanted. Any doubts or apprehensions about being naked all day long and having sex whenever they wanted quickly disappeared.

In the early weeks on Paradise Island after adoption, the two boys, along with Peter, learned that the human body, regardless of age, is capable of experiencing extremely pleasurable sensations when stimulated accordingly. Stroking cocks by hand was all right, but having a mouth on it licking up and down on the shaft and across the mushroom head made toes curl and hands turn into fists. Nipples were discovered as sources of sexual delights. And finally, the boys, who thought the ass was a dirty part of the body, learned that it could be used to bring pleasure to someone whose cock enters its dark, deep, tight quarters. Now anal sex was enjoyed as they wanted the sensation of feeling their insides stretched and deeply probed by John's adult shaft, to be concluded by a warm deposit of creamy milk.

But on this morning as the sun greeted another new day, Raphael and Carlos were participating in the old '69' routine. Lying on their sides, each had the other's young cock in their mouths using the techniques John had taught them. In the time they had been an adopted family, both they and Peter had learned how to take another's flesh tube and work it to give their partners the greatest satisfaction and to hold off as long as possible their orgasm. Funny-sounding slurping noises were now being heard as the two were bringing each other over the crest at the same time, trying to moan their pleasures with their mouths and tongues hard at work. Experience had taught each boy to recognize the signals that told him their partner was about to cum. At almost the same moment, two young bodies writhed in orgasmic pleasure, never releasing the cock of the other until both boys' breathing had slowed back to a normal pace.

"That felt good Raphael, I think even this was better than last night."

"I can't get enough of this!" the 11-year-old always ready-for-sex boy replied. "I like your cum. I think you're shooting more now. I wish I could shoot some."

"Don't worry, you'll be shooting some soon. Remember I just started right before we met John. And when you're with John you have his to drink."

"Raphael laughed, "Yeah, he does shoot a lot. Sometimes it's hard to swallow as fast as he shoots it in my mouth."

In the last week, each boy got to train to suck the man's cock and swallowing a mouthful of cum. Carlos, being older, seemed to be able to handle John's ejaculation and like Raphael thought that over time he would get better at oral sex and getting used to the strange taste.

Peter was very hesitant. After all, he was the last boy to convince living on Paradise Island in a naked atmosphere and having his body available for the pleasure of a man. Getting naked wasn't so hard after they settled down. Carlos and Raphael acted as though they had lived naked all their lives before the orphanage. So he quickly adapted and ran around naked all day long too. Also, he was beginning to see a tan all over that he took as a sign he was becoming a full-fledged nudist.

Carlos and Raphael were instrumental in preparing him to lose his anal cherry. Yes, the pain was bad, but just like his friends had told him, once John's cock filled his insides it was a whole new sexual feeling he never thought possible. Each entrance afterward was less painful and he loved the feeling of John pounding him as deep as he could go. And yes, the feeling of being filled with man cum just added to the new pleasure.

But taking it to the next step of having that same jizz fill his mouth and having to swallow all of it made the boy nervous again. Mike, during his visit, stated that sex was a two-way street. And even though the boys weren't shooting anything, believe it or not, John couldn't wait to taste their sweet nectar. Carlos made the others laugh when saying how hard John was trying to get every drop from him. So Peter agreed to suck the man off. Sucking a cock was no big deal. John told him when he was about to cum and he feels his mouth getting filled as he tried to swallow as quickly as possible.

Raphael, always wanting to be the showoff, was the only one of the original three who sucked John off twice. "It's still not that great tasting, but you can get used to it."

When Corey learned that he would have to start learning to suck John's cock, he grew apprehensive. After his arrival on Paradise Island, he realized there was quite a gap between men and boys having sex on the Internet and being involved to perform the same acts. Getting naked was easy. All four of them had cut cocks, small balls, and a cute round butt. Any differences were too small to think about. And right off the bat, the original three wanted to play and fondle Corey's genitals. And when it came to sucking, Corey took to it like a champ. He got his first taste of cum from the small amount Carlos would squirt in his mouth.

Although Corey was having a great time and living the dream he saw on the Internet, he knew that the real sex, between man and boy, had yet to begin. Sure, John had him sleep with him and enjoyed his small cock being expertly sucked. But his ass muscle involuntarily clutched when he saw and felt the man's organ and knowing it was to one day go inside his small hole. He knew from the pictures and videos that losing his cherry would hurt. He saw boys scream and cry that first time. Yet later videos would show that same boy on a bed, ass up, waiting to be filled again. And the others on the island told him the same thing. He'll never forget the night he lost his virginity. What kept him from screaming in pain, he'll never know. But somehow he did it. And surprisingly has allowed John to fuck him again with the pain not as bad as the previous time, the enjoyment more, and the wonderful feeling of being filled inside by John's cum.

When the time had come for Corey to suck his first man cock, somehow this didn't frighten him as much as losing his cherry. This time the worst it could be is something that tasted bad. So when he felt John's cum shooting in his mouth he just swallowed as fast as he could. He didn't spill a drop. He quickly drank the glass of water provided.

"You surprised me, Corey. You did very well and made my cock feel real good. Do you think your uncle would be happy if you sucked him?"

The boy never thought of that. He knew the four boys would be home soon for semester break and Uncle Joshua would like to know how much he has learned in man/boy sex. "I know I can make him happy," was the confident reply.

Back at the glass bedroom Raphael and Carlos concluded their sex talk by agreeing that although they could suck John's cock and swallow his cum the best part as Raphael described it "was when he squirts it in my butt. I like that squishy feeling inside."

"I like that part too," Carlos added. "Let's get the linen and towels together and get back to the house. John must be making breakfast," as two beautiful naked boys prepared to enjoy another fun-filled day.

***

In the master bedroom, John awoke to the feeling of Corey's body pressed against him. He smiled as he recalled the simple, pleasurable act of sex shared between them. The two weeks of being naked had justified within the boy's mind that all he saw and read on the Internet about living with no clothing was wonderful. Even though the other three boys were good-looking, Corey told himself that he was sexy. He saw the way the man looked at him. Whenever he was near the adult, John would reach out and fondle his cock and balls or squeeze his ass cheeks. And last night he had taken the last step by giving the man a blowjob tasting his first mouthful of man cum.

But that was last night. John had awoken with a very stiff erection and with a naked boy pressed against him. His first thought was to position the boy so that he could fuck his ass. But he had done that recently and should give the boy a chance to get used to being pegged when needed. So he gently reached over and slip the small soft cock in his mouth and began sucking the tasty tool. The man watched as Corey woke up, first a look of confusion on his face and then a recognition as he felt his body reacting to John's expert mouth. It wasn't long before his body, holding back as long as he could, shuddered, riding an orgasmic wave of pleasure.

John and Corey went to the kitchen. Peter was still asleep and Carlos and Raphael had yet to return from the glass bedroom. While John was cooking Corey started talking. He asked a question he wanted to reaffirm: "On Kalauka Island everyone is naked?"

"That's right, men, women, boys, and girls. And they love sex too."

"Do we have to do sex with girls?" a serious query.

John could help but last. "No, you don't. I'm sure there will be plenty of boys wanting to have fun with you. They do the same kind of sex as we do here. They are wonderful people and you'll love them once you've spent some time with them."

Within a few minutes, the three boys had joined Corey and John at the breakfast table. Again, the subject of an upcoming visit to Kalauka Island came up. "Look guys, let me clarify things. I'll ask Troy to see if and when we can come over. We just don't surprise visit on them. I haven't bothered Troy with that request because as you know, he's been making a lot of special trips for me. He needed a break. But he'll call this afternoon for the weekly supply list he'll deliver Saturday. I will ask him then on his next trip to Kalauka Island to ask Chief Aukai if it's alright to come for a visit. I'm sure he'll say yes, but we must be respectful about it. When we know the invited time, then the five of us will go."

With breakfast over, the boys went about doing their morning chores, whether it was inside the house or somewhere on the island. John had his routine as he logged on to the Internet and checked his email and his current financial holdings. During the seven years prior, he had decided to diversify his millions into real estate and other money-earning ventures. For a while, his funds just sat in one account. It was making good interest, but John knew he could make more. He wanted to make sure the four boys would be well taken care of beginning with college and beyond. He studied different companies, tracked the stock market, and read various trade magazines and newspapers. He began with investing with the British Airbus company, seeing a good future with their A380 and A350.

As time went by, John got more heavily involved with smaller companies, eventually becoming a major stockholder in some. He never traveled to any of these businesses, but via a teleconference once a month was apprised of the company's progress and future goals. It was in four of these companies that he had set up the college trust funds for each boy. If things worked out well, he would do the same for the current group. Satisfied that all was in order, he set up the login screen for the first boy to begin his online education. Leaving the computer, he headed out to the porch just as the four naked boys, along with Picasso, walked past, waving their hands and yelling hello.

"Carlos, the computer's ready for your schooling." The 12-year-old acknowledged the announcement, broke away from the group, and headed into the house. The others continued on their journey along the seashore. John's mind switched from watching the current group's nude forms to recalling the same view of four previous boys who resided here before. Until he was out of sight, the man concentrated more on the young Corey. He was pleased that the boy had adapted to a nudist lifestyle as quickly as he had. Despite the unknown number of times his cock had nestled inside the warm hole of a young boy or teenager over the past seven years, he never grew tired of the pleasures and ultimate releases from each union. And now he had four new boys to offer the same excitement. As the years went by with Chris, Matt, Mike, and Joshua, he wondered if he would ever tire of the sex. Yes, there was the occasional day or two's rest without any boy, but then the anxiousness returned to resume and travel once again the path of boy sex. As the boys grew older, anal sex was done less, not because anyone grew tired of it, but to give the ass a chance to rest. Invading it day after day was a concern that extensive use could cause damage. So more oral was the name of the game. Right now John had no concern about the four current boys. Their asses were young and tight and could handle frequent entries. But as they grew older, their well-being would also have to be considered. It was those wonderful thoughts and visions that found him getting sleepy and slowly dozing off into a comfortable nap.

When he awoke, for some reason he thought of the Commander's visit. John began to understand why the alien had mentioned the process of erasing memories of the knowledge and experiences of the Time Displacement Portals. Over the next two days, his mind whirled with the memories he had of those days seven years ago against what he witnessed when the aliens 'cleaned' up all the issues in conjunction with the use of the time-traveling device.

For example, he could vividly visualize the painting Lord Langley had sent to John that depicted him and Mike. It had originally hung in the long hallway along with those of previous Langley royalty. Yet due to the correction in the timeline, no such painting was ever made. It disappeared from where John had it stored. He was also sure the genealogy of the Langley tree today never contained an error made 200 years ago showing John and Mike as Lords, followed by Miles. Yet he could recall every detail of such an insertion. As the Commander had informed him, there was nothing in the safe that connected to the past events. The photograph of the painting was gone. But it was the touching note from Miles that he wished he could have saved as a reminder of the boy he met two centuries ago. The boy had been completely erased. There was absolutely nothing to indicate that Miles had met John and Mike.

The former humming cave was now just a cave. The four boys delighted in going down its length to the large vacant cavern that marked the end of the tunnel. They had even converted to what they called their 'secret sex cave' taking blankets and pillows and laying them on the floor. John couldn't understand why, as the boys had an entire island to frolic naked and have sex. But he figured it was something in the boys' nature to have secret hiding places. Before the boys took over he scrutinized every foot of the former control room trying to find some evidence of its use as a gateway to the past. He didn't and knew he wouldn't.

With the departing cryptic assignment to find a kidnapped boy name Keoni, John realized how invaluable Lord Langley's resources would have been trying to locate the boy. But today, Lord Langley hardly knew of John. Why would such a man help a nearly perfect stranger in such a quest? John had no idea where to begin.

So as he sat on the porch, he began to wonder if it would have been better not to remember what had happened and its consequences. He knew he had to move on, get ready to take the boys on their first trip to Kalauka Island. He then decided to reread Mike's latest email that had arrived a couple of hours earlier.

If I hadn't experienced what we did and met Miles myself, I would have laughed at the fantasy story you were making up. Incredible! This would have stood as the most fantastic encounter of human history. Thankfully, you and I have each other to recall those memories of our time travels and those we met. I always wondered what happened to little Marcus during the Rome visit? And at least it looked like Miles had a good long life and even has a distant relative from one of the native islands. I guess the impact with your other boys wasn't as dramatic as they never got to know Miles as we did. At least Lam Sin is truly dead and there will be no further threats from him. Hopefully, this Chin Lee has no interest in you or the boys there.

Now that Lord Langley barely knows you exist, asking for his help in finding Keoni seems out of the question. It's strange that the Commander was interested in correcting the past, yet mentioned how this Keoni and you play an important part in the future.

Glad you're finally taking the boys to Kalauka Island. I was wondering why you hadn't before now. I know they will enjoy it tremendously. I remember how I felt when I first landed there.

Talked to Chris yesterday. I believe he feels better after that incident with Miss Johnson. When I first heard about it, I was concerned that some plot was being hatched to get to you. But I'm glad the lawyer stated it was a one-time encounter. Well, that's it for now. Looking forward to reading the highlights from your Kalauka Island adventure. Take care.

Mike

And so it was at that point John tried to balance two realities. One reality knew that the events and people he encountered in his time travel trips were real and not a dream. The other reality says there's no proof to the claim of the first reality. Confusing to be sure.

The surprising sound of Troy's helicopter approaching the island jerked John's mind to the present. The boys, even though they had invited the pilot to join in their sexual games, got dressed. Until Troy took that first step and took one of the boys to bed, John ordered that the boys continue to wear clothes when Troy was here.

John met the pilot halfway down the path to the landing location. "Hi, Troy. This is an unexpected visit. I was about to call you. Is everything all right?"

"Hi, John. Didn't have many deliveries to make today, so I thought I'd stop by and have a chat with you, and pick up your list if it's okay," as the two men headed up to the house and sat on the porch.

"You know you're always welcomed here. Especially now that the boys are looking forward to you joining in their sex games."

Troy seemed to sidestep that comment and instead brought up something else. "How are you doing since those men were here? I know I keep telling myself that I had a fantastic dream."

"I know what you mean. It drives you nuts knowing that the memories were real, yet there is absolutely nothing to support it."

Troy nodded his head. "I feel the same way about the cave. I was afraid I had placed an excessive amount of explosives to demolish the tunnel. Yet with the pushing on some symbols on a small handheld device, it's like it never happened."

"The technology they possessed was amazing," John concurred. "At least we witnessed it and know that such knowledge is available if ever our scientists advance that far."

"I take it the impact had little to no effect on the boys."

John chuckled. "You won't believe this, but they turned the cavern into a sex playroom!" The pilot laughed. "By the way Troy, will you be making a stop at Kalauka Island soon."

"Yes. By the way, I'll be going there tomorrow morning. You need something?"

"Could you ask Chief Aukai if the boys and I can come by for a visit? If so, when?"

"You're finally taking them over. Great!"

"I thought at first that maybe you'd have to babysit Corey. Although he's adjusted well to the lifestyle here, wasn't sure if he was ready to mingle in the same atmosphere with a couple of hundred other boys, girls, and adults."

"And?"

"I showed him the photo albums of when the earlier boys and I visited the island and he seemed excited about the prospect of joining such a large nudist community."

"He has adapted quickly."

"I know this is a silly thought Troy, but I wonder if there is such a thing as a genetic material that makes you love sex?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Well, being Joshua's nephew and loving sex as his uncle did, can't help but wonder if that's part of a person's makeup."

Troy chuckled at that. "Well, I don't know about genetics contributing to the love of sex, but I know for sure the love you share with the boys here has a lot to do with it."

"Yes, Troy, I'm very fortunate indeed. Yet I'm also a prisoner."

"What? What do you mean a prisoner? This island isn't a cell."

John decided to fill his friend in on the encounter between Chris and Miss Johnson from Homeland Security. "So although the boys aren't in trouble for entering the United States on forged passports, their true identities are known, therefore the interest in how their lives were spent here on the island."

"You think they suspect anything?"

"You put the pieces together Troy: a convicted sex offender who rescues and keeps three boys here for six years. A former victim of this offender, Joshua, moves to the island and stays with him. After the boys turn adults and leave, three new boys are adopted and my original victim allows his 11-year-old nephew to come live here."

Troy was silent for several moments. "If you want to paint a picture that way, it could look very ugly. But very few know the real you, what you sacrificed to ensure each boy is healthy, emotionally and physically, and prepared so that they can begin their adult lives in the manner they choose. And you never mentioned the most important part of all these years, love. If all you cared about was sex, you'd be no better than Lam Sin was. But you know what, the healthiest, happiest people I've come across in my years of running an Import-Export business has been you and the Kalaukan people, even though I only know of their culture from what you've told me."

"Thanks, Troy. That means a lot. But I can't help but wonder if my name is on every list in every country if I tried to visit. If so, that's why I labeled myself a prisoner."

"I doubt it. You're not wanted for anything. And no matter what this Miss Johnson suspects, without proof, it is only speculation. And believe me, John, if I had heard anything, I would have told you. Now let's change subjects and tell me what you want me to bring this Saturday."

After receiving the list of nessecities from John, Troy was was by his friend's next request. "I need a favor from you. I was wondering, can you find Dian and bring him over here?"

"Dian? Why would you want to see him? I'm sure with the corrections in the timeline, he knows nothing related to that."

"That's true Troy. But his knowledge of the kidnappings of the boys might."

"You mean this Keoni the Commander mentioned? Are you sure you understood him correctly? It doesn't make sense that some unknown native boy and you are intertwined in some future event."

"You heard him too. I'm sure he wouldn't have mentioned it if it wasn't important."

"And how does Dian fit into this? All he knew was that the boys ended up on the slave block somewhere in Northern Africa."

"Remember, he claims he had an inside source where he got his information? Maybe he can learn who this middleman is and where he picks up the kidnapped boys."

"It's not that easy John. Assuming Dian gives us some sort of a lead, what can we do? If they are taken to SP1, the rebuilding there has added new increased security. No surprise attack like you did seven years ago. I'm afraid once the boys are kidnapped, it's nearly impossible to rescue them. As for this Keoni, we might as well consider him already on the African continent or living anywhere on this planet with whoever bought him. Read the statistics John. The odds of finding a child in that situation are pretty slim."

John was quiet for several moments. "Maybe you're right. I may be financially secure to take care of this island and all who dwell on it, but such an enterprise encompassing who knows how many people over an unknown area is not feasible. I'd need the help, and the resources, of someone wealthier and with the connections necessary to infiltrate and rescue this boy. Lord Langley would have been the best opportunity for that."

"Well now that his help is out of the question, where does that leave you?"

"I guess Troy I'll just have to let events flow without Keoni and hope that whatever we were supposed to do together wasn't as important as the Commander portrayed it to be."

The pilot nodded his head. "I believe that it's the right way to go. You have the responsibility of those boys under your care. You can't jeopardize their futures going on an impossible mission. If you think of something that changes the odds, then you can rethink a strategy."

John looked at his friend. "Right! But I still want you to bring Dian, tomorrow if possible before I leave for Kalauka Island."

"Alright. When I get back I'll try to find him. If I do, I'll bring him here and return him before heading to Kalauka Island to pass on your message to Aukai."

"I'll be going back with you."

"What! Why?"

"I want you to take me to the island village where Keoni was kidnapped. I want to talk to his grandfather. Maybe I can learn something that will make me understand why this boy is so important."

"If that's what you want John. Don't let this request from the Commander take over your life. Don't jeopardize what you've built here and the boys who were, and those who are now, dependent on you," as the two men prepared to leave the porch.

"Thanks, Troy." After double-checking the list of needed supplies from John, both were at the landing pad as John waved goodbye to the pilot and returned to the porch. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He still couldn't understand why a native boy he had never met was so essential to a future event that included him?

Chapter Twenty-Six
A Spy In Singapore

As the helicopter disappeared in the sky, John thought about Lord Langley. He would probably remember much of what he knew and his conversations with John. His presence didn't affect anything, so he would retain the knowledge he had from the beginning. All the documents would be gone; Jakes' reference to Miles for example, so there would be nothing to verify what he thought he remembered. How much of the time tunnel itself would he be able to recall? He only saw a caved-in entrance. John was grabbing at straws hoping that somehow his Lordship might be able help rescue Keoni. But how would he get such an influential royalty to help someone he currently doesn't think highly of?

As John entered the house, four naked boys greeted him. It was Raphael who spoke first. "We got undressed as soon as we heard Troy leave. I guess he didn't want to have fun with any of us."

"It's nothing personal. Troy got over one hurdle by having you accept him into your sexual lifestyle. Now, he's working toward the next one that will be the actual first time with one of you. I know it's hard for you to understand, and even though his nightmares are of 17 years ago, he still can't forget them completely. And recently we've run into a man that was there when Troy was a boy at Lam Sin's castle."

"The one you called Dian?" Peter asked.

"That's him. He's not someone I would want to be friends with, but he knows a lot of what's going on around there and I need that information. To Troy, it's just bringing back the old memories again."

"You stay away from him then. It's only upsetting Troy," from Carlos.

"I wish it was that easy. In fact, I've asked Troy to bring Dian over here tomorrow. Then I'll be leaving with Troy for a little bit."

"Where are you going?" Raphael again.

"Some boys were kidnapped from an island not too long ago and I want to see what I can find out about that."

"Is it the same men who came to our island?" Carlos asked as he and Raphael could still vividly recall that day two years ago.

"I would guess yes. As you know, Lam Sin is dead, so a new man is running the business of kidnapping boys. If there's a way to stop him and save some boys, I have to try."

"How long will you be gone?" Corey wondered.

"Troy will bring me right back, although it may be late. I want you guys to get a good night's sleep so that you can start dreaming of our trip to Kalauka Island."

"We're really going?" an excited Raphael shouted.

"Yes, Troy is going to ask Chief Aukai as to when we can go visit."

Then John tried to get serious. "Well, before we fix dinner, I feel like 'kidnapping' a boy here and taking him to my bed for the next hour. Now who should I snatch?" getting little chuckles and large grins at the prospect of sex with John. The man settled his gaze for a few seconds on each boy before extending a finger. "You," pointing to Carlos. "You shall provide me with that sexual pleasure.

"Oh, please," Carlos trying to keep a straight face. "Don't kidnap me. I can't stand that big monster cock up my tender little butt," as the other three boys began to laugh. Even John found it hard to stay serious.

The man grabbed Carlos' arm. "You will be my victim," as the 12-year-old pretended to fight against being dragged to the master bedroom amidst the laughing from the others.

"No! No! Help me! Help me!" as the door closed to John's bedroom. Corey, Peter and Raphael continued to laugh knowing that both the man and the boy were going to enjoy some hot sex together.

"Next time John better kidnap me. I love feeling his cock in my ass," young Raphael shared, getting concurring agreements from the other two.

"Let' s go back to the cave and have some more sex fun," Corey suggested. Peter and Raphael agreed and soon three naked boys dashed out of the house and along a trail leading to the cave, the even-present dog, Picasso, alongside.

Later in the evening, John thought about what he had said to Troy about letting events flow as they will, and hopefully his lack of resources in trying to locate Keoni wasn't as great a deal as the Commander had made of it. Although he was still feeling the after effects of his sex with Carlos, this terrible thought kept creeping into his mind. The idea of abandoning the boy made him feel guilty.

"If I could," he told himself, "I'd rescue every boy who's currently being kept against their wills from those they love and bring them home," but he knew he couldn't. Governments have tried stopping this type of act, but have been unsuccessful so far. So what can one man do? He tried to counter the guilt by reminding himself that he had taken care of four boys previously, three that were kidnapped, and raised them into fine young gentlemen. He had committed himself to do the same with the four living with him now. What more could he do? John was 35 years old; not an old man, but definitely not the same as he was half his life ago.

Nothing seemed to make any sense. Why would a boy, far removed from Miles' genealogical tree, be of such importance? And how could he and John together make any major impact? Yes, he was asking the same questions over and over. He'd try to find some answers tomorrow. No matter what happened, he told himself, he would fully concentrate on the trip to Kalauka Island and making sure the boys have a great time.

***

That evening John played another 'kidnapping' game, this time grabbing Raphael. Despite the events of the past couple of days, the time spent with him and Carlos earlier, seemed to put all other thoughts behind and concentrate on the beauty and lust a naked young boy brings. Even though anal sex was still a relatively new addition to the enjoyment, the man would never get tired of it. The boys themselves were finding they wanted it more and more. What most people don't know is that a young boy can find the most pleasure anyone else would deem as disgusting and/or very painful. In the short amount of time since the boys lost their anal virginity, the man and boy would work together to bring the most pleasure possible in such a union. Even the teenage boys from before seemed to look forward most of all to sliding their cocks into a warm tight hole. John and the boys would swap being tops and bottoms. Either position was sexually gratifying. As the current group entered puberty, John knew that his back end would be welcoming a large cock into his anal door. As much as he enjoys filling a boy's tunnel with his jizz, he couldn't wait to get that same feeling in return. After a wonderful session with Raphael, both man and boy soon fell asleep. John's last thoughts were of tomorrow when maybe he would get some answers about Keoni that would make sense about the need to rescue him.

***

In the morning, the boys dressed anticipating Troy's arrival and took off to the cave when the helicopter motor could be heard. Taking a deep breath, John strolled down the pathway to the helipad to greet his visitors. It was Troy who spoke first.

"Here he is per your request," as he nearly shoved the man toward John.

"Hey, watch it! This isn't the way to treat the man who saved your life."

"Shut up," an angry Troy snapped back.

"Gentlemen please. Mr. Dian, I appreciate you coming on such short notice. Let's go up to the porch. I'll bring some liquid refreshments and then I'll explain the purpose of this meeting. You'll have to forgive Troy. Being around you, even at my request, brings back a lot of painful memories."

"If it wasn't for John, I'd be giving you some very painful memories."

"Troy, please!" As the trio headed toward the house, no further word was spoken.

It was Dian who spoke first as the three men settled into their chairs. "John, I know I was here before, but for the love of me can't remember everything we talked about. Can you refresh my memory?"

This was the first time John could actually see the effects that the Commander's memory erase device had. Dian knew he had been here before, but didn't recall the conversation regarding Lam Sin's attempt to get the original three boys seven years ago as well as the rumor of a time travel device. "We discussed the new man running the empire, Chin Lee, and his resumption of kidnapping boys, but this time to sell for slavery."

"Oh, yes," Dian responded, shaking his head as though to clear it. "How could I forget? Especially after the generous sum you paid for that information," as John and Troy gave each other a slight smile.

"I need more details as to where these boys end up. What happens after they are kidnapped, where are they held? How long?"

"I don't know all the details. I receive information as it is passed on to me. I don't go asking questions. My inside source would get nervous and/or suspicious and there would go my only connection."

"Who is that inside source?" Troy asked. "You mentioned another boy was also saved besides me. How could he have been 'saved' and still living within the castle compound?"

Dian fidgeted for a moment wondering how to answer that question. "Of all the boys that Lam Sin used and then had executed, only one gained favor with him. For whatever reason, he spared that boy's life and had him work on the grounds. The boy was never to say anything about his survival and Lam Sin never divulged it to anyone else. The boy was never summoned for any further sex. In fact, the boy thought Lam Sin had completely forgotten about him as the years passed."

"And you know this boy how?" again from Troy.

"Quite by accident. He was a teenager, 16 or 17. I guess by then he was trusted enough where he could leave the compound occasionally. I spotted him walking down a street in Majuro. He looked familiar, although older, as one of the boys used by Lam Sin. But so many had passed through, I couldn't be positive. Seeing him stop at a crowded restaurant to eat, I asked to join him at his table. Of course he got suspicious when I kept asking him questions and was about to leave when I told him who I was. He recognized my name immediately. At first he was frightened that I was going to do him some harm, but after telling him my story he realized I wasn't going to hurt him."

"That was very trusting of him," Troy interjected. "I bet you would have killed him in a minute."

"I will be honest with you; that was my intention. I couldn't chance him reporting back to Lam Sin of my whereabouts, but I realized he could be a source of valuable information, especially of any news concerning Lam Sin's search for me."

"And why was this boy in Majuro? That's a long ways from Singapore," was the next question, this time from John.

"He was on his way to SP1. In fact, he was told to wait at that restaurant and someone would pick him up. He had arrived early and thought I was his contact. I knew I had to leave before the real contact arrived. So we made an agreement to keep each other informed on anything we learned concerning Lam Sin and his businesses."

"Now why would a boy like him trust someone like you?" Troy said in a tone of dislike.

"Troy, this isn't getting us anywhere. Please keep your emotions to yourself," John admonished his friend.

"Sorry."

"The answer is simple…self preservation. You see, even though Lam Sin allowed this boy to live, he was under constant fear that one day the man would change his mind and have him executed. So I told him that as long as he provided whatever information he might pick up, he could count on me to protect him if he felt his life was in jeopardy. For a while, we would make contact maybe every six or seven months. When word got out of Lam Sin' s death, the boy, then 20 years old, felt his secret was safe. He was treated well and got closer to the inner circle of those who make the important decisions."

"How?" both John and Troy asked at the same time.

There was a long hesitation before Dian continued. "He became Jarot's personal sex toy."

Troy looked in disbelief. "You telling me that monster is using a boy who had already gone through hell with Lam Sin, lived day-by-day never knowing if and when Lam Sin would order his death, is now a sex slave to Jarot?"

"Jarot knew his secret, that he was once an 11-year-old plaything to Lam Sin. He arrived a couple of years after you left. He threatened to reveal that to Mr. Yang at that time that would have surely meant the boy's death. The boy had no choice but to submit."

"Hold on Dian," as John cut in. "So if I understand where this is going, the young man lives with Jarot, who is personal bodyguard to Chin Lee and overseer of security at the castle. Therefore, he would be privy to whatever secrets are going on and thus pass them on to you." Dian nodded his head.

"Why haven't you assisted him in escaping from Jarot's clutches?"

"Do I have to spell it out, Troy? He turned gay after his time with Lam Sin. If anything, he feels safer with Jarot."

"Amazing," was all John could say. "All right. You've shared with us the story of the person from whom you get your information, but now we need some new information. Where exactly do the kidnapped boys go from SP1?"

"All I know is that a seaplane arrives at that island and picks up the boys. It takes off and supposedly lands just outside Macao, off the Chinese mainland. Another craft takes over and flies the boys and again, supposedly, takes them to Northern Africa. No one knows the exact location."

"Is there a way to find out?" John asked.

"I don't think so. After all, Chin Lee's responsibility ends when the seaplane picks up the boys. Why should he care where they end up? All he cares about is the money he's paid for delivering the boys. If he doesn't know, neither would Jarot nor my contact."

"Makes sense," Troy had to admit.

It was looking worse by the minute, John was admitting to himself. The world of child prostitution is covered in a deep veil of secrecy that was nearly impregnable to see through. It was no wonder that thousands of kids just flat disappear. How was he to find one 12-year-old boy under those circumstances? Looking at Dian, he concluded the meeting. "I guess you've given us all you know. Thank you and Troy will have your money day after tomorrow. I'll be riding back with you to Majuro."

"Thank you John. Hope I can be of better help next time. I'll see what else I can find out about where these boys end up."

The trio headed toward the helicopter and soon, from the porch, the four boys saw the craft with John aboard take off.

"This is the first time John has left us alone," Raphael noted.

"He'll be back later," Carlos added. "Let's do what he told us and stay inside until he comes back. We can watch a couple movies," as everyone agreed and stepped indoors.

The trip to Majuro was quiet. Upon landing at the airport, Dian left without saying a word as Troy arranged to have his copter fueled for the next trip. While they were waiting, the pilot asked John what he thought of the information given to them by Dian.

"I would imagine the news of another boy surviving besides yourself and currently living in Singapore was more of a shock than anything else."

Troy thought for a moment. "I really don't have any recollections about Dian and what he claimed to have done for me. So, it's been difficult accepting that story. But Jarot, that's a different nightmare. He was cruel and seemed to take pleasure knowing when he picked me up that it was going to be another painful experience with Lam Sin. At least I did get away, whether it was with Dian's help or not, I did escape. This other boy has been living for 17 years under the fear of death had Lam Sin ordered it, and now being Jarot's personal sex slave. Did you notice he didn't give us the boy's name?"

"I guess you have to do what you can to survive. If it were up to me, that castle would be burned to the ground along with all the Chin Lees and Jarots inside that kept it running."

"What about you, John. Did Dian provide any hope for rescuing Keoni?"

"No Troy, if anything he confirmed the impossibility of ever finding him. Why the Commander placed an unfeasible task on me, I don't know. How did he expect me to accomplish this without any means of locating the boy's current position or the methods to extradite him from wherever he is? It's a lost cause."

"Then why do you want to see the boy's grandfather?

"I don't know. Maybe it's to ease my conscience that I learn all I can that might have made Keoni special, despite the fact I can do nothing about bringing him home."

Soon, the craft was fueled and took off again for a new destination. Forty-five minutes later a small island appeared with several huts located on one side. Troy looked for a spot on the shore far enough away as to not kick up sand toward the village. Upon landing, both men headed toward the village.

There was excitement as the natives first heard and then saw the craft approaching. Visitors were not uncommon, but usually they arrived by boat. This flying machine was a first for many of those seeing it for the first time. None left the village to approach the vehicle. Instead, they watched carefully as two men slowly made their way to where all stood waiting.

"Greetings," as John extended a hand. "My name is John and this is my friend Troy."

An elder slowly stuck out his hand. "I am Marama, chief of this village. What is your purpose for visiting here?"

"I came for two reasons. First to convey my condolences for those who lost their lives defending this village and to ask about one of the boys who was taken away, Keoni."

The chief's eyes brightened. "Keoni, my grandson. You know of him? Did you find him?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know where's he's at, but a… friend told me he is a very special boy."

Marama gave John a long look. "Come with me," he told the two men. The trio walked a short distance away from the village followed by several of the natives, mainly women, to what John discovered was a graveyard. Five fresh mounds of dirt could be seen.

"Those are the graves of five men who died trying to stop these cowards from taking our boys. Others of us were wounded," as the elder showed a bandaged shoulder under his tunic. "Behind you are the widows." John and Troy turned around to see the women whose husbands lay buried.

"Two of those women also lost their sons who were taken along with my own grandson. It has been double painful for them."

"I am truly sorry Marama. I have two boys living with me who saw their parents killed by such men as these. They are cowards for taking innocent young boys."

The elder slowly nodded his head. "Come to my hut. I do not have much to offer you, but you're welcome to whatever I have."

"We will be glad to go to your home, but you owe us nothing."

As the three men headed back toward the village John spotted the widows heading toward the respective graves of their husbands. "Kidnapping boys was bad enough," John thought to himself. "Having to kill parents who were only trying to protect them is barbarous, recalling how he felt when he learned how Raphael and Carlos' parents died."

As the men settled inside the chief's hut, two women brought bowls of coconut milk. As John and Troy sipped of the refreshment, the elder began. "You said you heard of my grandson?"

"It's difficult to explain. Apparently Keoni is a special boy that someone thinks is going to help others one day."

Marama smiled. "Yes, that is he. After his parents died, I took him in, even though my own wife died at about the same time. This was last year. He's always been the one wanting to help others here, especially the older men and women. He is a quick learner and everyone knew he would be a good leader once it came time for him to take over." The old man looked at John. "Is that why he was taken? Did those men know he was a special boy?"

John wasn't sure how to approach the answer the man was looking for. Instead he sidestepped and asked if he could describe any of the men who took the boys.

"No, it was dark. They were completely covered so we could hardly see them. We only had some small fires going. Before we knew it they were in our village and running into the huts. Our men fought to hold them off while the others took their children into the trees behind us, but they were able to grab four of our boys."

Troy then asked, "I read the report your gave the authorities when they came here. It stated you heard a name mentioned."

"Yes, I'll never forget it. He must have been the leader as the others took orders from him and called him Jarot. Do you know of this man?"

"He is an evil man," Troy told the elder. "I was once a prisoner of this Jarot when I was Keoni's age."

"But apparently you escaped. How? Can you do the same for our four boys?"

It was John who then answered. "Marama, this is not going to be easy to tell you, but you should know the truth. Those men are slavers. They kidnap boys from local islands and sell them for bondage and worse. They are taken very far away. It is almost impossible to find them, as they could be anywhere thousands of miles from here. I'm very sorry, but Keoni is living with some master as his slave."

It took a few seconds before the old man's reaction caught up with what he had just been told. "No! No!" as he started wailing. All John and Troy could do was sit quietly. "What do I tell their mothers? That they will never see their sons again; that they are doing unspeakable acts to please filthy degenerate men?" Finally the elder composed himself and looked at John. "I'm sorry. I know you meant well, even if the truth hurt."

"Please listen Marama. I told you that a friend thinks Keoni is important enough to try to find and rescue. Unfortunately, that's all he told me. I am but one man against an army of such people. If there is even a remote possibility to find Keoni, I will find him as well as the other boys, but for now, you must accept the fact that he is gone, probably forever."

The chief stood up, followed by Troy and John. "Thank you my friend. You have already done more than enough. One never loses hope, but one must also accept the truth, no matter how upsetting it is."

As the two men headed back toward the helicopter, Troy was startled by an outburst from John.

"Damn you, Commander. Why are you putting me through this?"

The ride back to Paradise Island began with no words spoken. It was Troy who wanted to breach a subject with John. "I hope I'm not out of line, but maybe there could a bright side to all this."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it looks like the odds of finding and saving Keoni are pretty long, but maybe we can rescue another who was also kidnapped as a boy and has had to live these past 17 years in fear and sexual abuse."

John thought for a moment. "You mean the boy, I mean young man, living with Jarot?"

"Yes. Dian said he had a plan to rescue him if it looked like his life was in danger. As much as I hate to say this, we work with Dian in getting him out of the castle and to freedom. To me, that seems a more attainable goal."

"You're right, Troy. If I can't rescue one boy, at least I should try rescuing another. Okay. Let's set up another meeting with Dian and see if we can make a plan," as the copter continued its journey. This helped ease John's mind somewhat. It wasn't what the Commander wanted him to do, but at least he could help someone. He needed a positive attitude. Soon he would be taking the boys to Kalauka Island. He didn't want to spoil that adventure being weighed down with problems that had no solutions.

Soon, the island appeared in view and four clothed boys were shouting and waving, as the craft got closer. "When are you going to take advantage of some of that hot young flesh you kept telling me you wanted?" John chided the pilot.

"Maybe I won't need to after all," getting a puzzled look from John.

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Goodbye Homeworld/Another Rescue

"You realize Commander, that you disobeyed orders sent from your superior officers. Not only did you not erase the memories of those with the knowledge of the Time Displacement Portal, but even divulged a future connection of this man John and a male child named Keoni." The magistrate looked down from his elevated bench accompanied by four other members of the council, two on each side, who also looked at the recently returned officer with a look of disapproval.

"I felt that the need for such action was unwarranted. With the devices destroyed, there was no evidence left to support any claim that we once visited their planet."

"That was not your decision to make. We read your message in regards to this and we decided against it. It was your responsibility to carry out whatever directives this assembly dictates. You, as an officer, do not question or second-guess the orders given by those above you. Our principal directive is clear. We observe and study. We do not interact or interfere, less it inadvertently affects their historical or geological development. Because of your actions, which cannot be reversed, we must 'red zone' planet Earth. No one from Homeworld is allowed to travel to that part of the solar system again."

"Magistrate, you are punishing an entire planet because of me. As our previous visits and studies have shown, these humans are the most inquisitive and intelligent of all the indigent races we have studied. We just can't abandon them. After all, we are partly responsible for them being there in the first place."

"That will be enough, Commander! Our involvement, however accidental, is not the subject before this tribunal. Your recent actions are. Whatever happened in the past is history and cannot be changed. Those involved have long passed away, but the future of what has been pronounced today rests squarely on your shoulders."

"Yes, Magistrate."

"Commander, due to your excellent service record, you will not be stripped of rank or sent to a penal colony, but you are never to command a military vessel again. Nor are you allowed to leave Homeworld for any reason. You are confined to this planet. For the remainder of your career, you will work in an administrative capacity. That is the decision of this tribunal. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Magistrate."

"Then this hearing is concluded." Everyone rose as the council members exited the chambers and those in attendance headed toward the door. From the back of the crowd, came the engineer who had accompanied the Commander on his recent voyage.

"I'm sorry Commander. I know you must hate me for betraying you."

"I'm not mad at you, and you didn't betray me. I had a feeling our trip was being monitored. After all, we left an active TDP. I knew the council was putting a lot of pressure on you. After our return and the examination of our data recorders, the truth was bound to come out. They needed you to verify it and to make sure you didn't voluntarily agree and participate in my disobedience. You still have a long bright future ahead. No need for both of us to go down."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I'm glad you asked," giving the engineer a wry smile. "I pretty much figured this would be the outcome, and I'm not going to spend the rest of my career behind a desk. So, I have an alternate plan, but I need your help."

"It sounds like you're going to break more rules."

The Commander continued his smile. "Don't worry my friend. No one will ever know of your involvement. Now listen carefully," as the officer shared what he had in mind to his former engineer in the quiet deserted council chambers. After he had explained what the result would be, all the engineer could do was look at the man with disbelief and exclaim:

"You've got to be kidding!"

***

After all the traveling yesterday and the disappointing conclusion that he couldn't help poor Keoni in any way, he declined any company to share the bed with him and slept as best as he could, often waking up thinking of the native boy and what he must be enduring at this moment.

Giving up on getting any more sleep, he went into the living room and sat in the dark as he pondered the day's activities. Dian didn't offer any hope of locating Keoni. Although he felt bad to see the grandfather's reaction to the news that his grandson was more than likely lost forever, he knew it was the right thing to do. No matter how much he wanted to carry out the Commander's bidding and rescue the boy, it was better to face the truth and go on with life.

But all was not lost as Troy's suggestion of rescuing the young man from Jarot might be possible. The difficult and dangerous part would be Dian's, as he would have to get the man out of the castle. Troy would provide transportation and John would help in getting the lad out of the area to somewhere safe when feasible. Giving it one more try, John said goodnight to the dog, who stayed in the living room, and John went to his bedroom. He saw his bed was empty. It would be one of the few times he would be sleeping alone since the boys arrived on the island. It had been a long day and within moments this time he was sound asleep.

***

The following morning saw a bubbly group of naked boys at the breakfast table excitingly discussing their first-ever trip of any kind away from the island, much less to one that practiced nudity and sex among all ages and genders. They had already felt like they belonged there based on the many photographs they had seen taken by John of previous trips with the four earlier boys.

"My dick is hard already," Raphael announced as he grabbed his little pecker.

"Mine too," added Corey.

"Hey, you guys. Remember, at the table, no touching of yours or anyone else's private parts," John interrupted.

"Sorry John," Raphael apologized. "I guess I'm so excited about this trip and what we might do there that I got hard."

"All right guys, before we go overboard on our excitement, I need to repeat and add some new details about the Kalaukan people and how we are to behave ourselves.

"First, you must remember that for the past six years, only the boys who lived here before and myself were visitors. We enjoyed their customs and behaved. Yes, everyone will be invited to have sex, but it must be treated with respect. I let you see the pictures of our earlier visits to their island. If you noticed, none of the pictures showed sex among us and the Kalaukan people. They love being naked and they love just as much the sex that's part of their culture, but there are rules.

"First, as you know, no boy can have anal sex with another male older than he until he passes the 'Rite of Manhood' test. This is done when they turn twelve. So you, Raphael and Corey, can't have anything up your butt. Most boys, under 12, love sucking and to be sucked. So on this first trip, expect that to be your main sexual pleasure. Believe it or not, the younger boys have contests to see who can have the most orgasms.

"Peter, you and Carlos, already being twelve, are eligible to do whatever kind of sex you want. Expect many teen boys to want to feel what it's like inside your ass, but they must ask and you can refuse anything you don't feel comfortable with. And if you ask and they say no, respect their decision.

"I don't expect you to have any sex with the girls there. The girls take some kind of mixture produced on the island to prevent pregnancy, but like boys, until they are twelve years of age, their virginity stays intact. But they can have a cock of any age in their ass. I want you to have fun. I'm sure when you were living with your parents and visited others, you acted like polite guests. I expect the same from you. The boys and I went dozens of times to their island and never was there a problem. Only the sadness of having to leave and wondering how soon we could be back again.

"Well, as soon as you're through eating you will dress in work clothes. The chores still have to be done. Y ou also have a special project to complete."

"Special project?" Peter wondered.

"You need to build a pen to keep Picasso in while we're gone. I don't want him running alone on the island and we certainly can't keep him cooped up inside this house for a long time. You need to pick and clear an area outside large enough for him and erect a fence to keep him in. A simple shelter in case it rains and food and water for while we're gone."

"Where do we get the stuff to do this?" asked Raphael.

"You know where the tool shed is. All the tools you need are there. In the back, you'll find lumber, nails, chain link fencing, all the materials you need."

"That'll take all day," moan Raphael.

"What did you do with your dog when you left for a visit?" Peter asked.

"All the time you've been here, you never noticed the closed flap on the kitchen door? It used to be the way Princess got in and out. But she was a small dog. Picasso is too big now for that," the man shared with the boys.

"I never built anything before," Peter added. "I never handled tools. Can we do this?"

"Of course! With four of you working together, it doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just some room for Picasso to move around, to have some shade, but study enough so he won't jump over or knock it down and get out."

"We can do it," Carlos told his younger friend. "First, we'll draw a picture of what we want it to look like. Then we get the tools and material and set it up."

"All right boys, I have to go to the boat dock and give the Sea Ray a good going over before we take her out. So finish your breakfast and get started."

Soon the boys were first handling their chores and then putting their heads together as they worked as a team to design and build an enclosure for the dog. John's concern was the 42-foot Sea Ray Motoryacht. He hadn't used it in months and wanted to make sure the engines were in good working order. He thought for a moment at the last time he used this craft. It was just before Joshua had to leave to attend to his ailing mother. The two of them traveled to the island and everyone there wished the young man a fond farewell and hopes he would return soon. For John, that send-off was most sentimental. On three previous trips, such an occasion was for the departures of Mike, Chris, and then Matt. Each boy leaving Paradise Island added to the emptiness in John's life, as he knew soon he would be left alone. Aukai and Troy kept pushing for the man to visit his favorite spot, but it just didn't seem the same. Today it was different, he was taking four new boys to an adventure they would never forget and hopefully want to repeat in the years ahead.

To John's delight, the motors purred and he let them run a while as he checked the life jackets and made sure all emergency supplies were in place. Thankfully the craft had never stalled or had any other mechanical problem over the seven years of use. He didn't expect any now, but he was going to be prepared just in case. He topped off the tank and declared to himself the craft was as ready as she'll ever be.

John sat on the deck and once again reminisced about the journeys made. He couldn't pick any one trip to Kalauka Island as his favorite, although he had to admit the first one with the boys and giving Aukai the 'Rite Of Manhood' test had to be the most unforgettable. Yet, how could he forget the trip to SP1 to rescue Kauri? He recalled thinking his fast-pounding heartbeat was never going to slow down until everyone safely left that island.

The cell phone in his hand jingled as an incoming call was waiting to be answered. John knew it was Troy as his friend was the only person who knew his number. So he was shocked when a new voice came through.

"Hi, John! Can you hear me?"

"Aukai? Is that you?"

"Yes, it is. Troy's letting me use his phone."

"You sound great. You know, you should have a cell phone in case of emergencies. I can have Troy get you one and a small solar generator to keep it charged."

"I guess you're right."

"So what's with this surprise call?"

"Troy said you wanted to know when you and your boys can come over. You know you've always been welcomed here anytime you want."

"I remember, but that was after the boys left for colleges. Now, I have four new ones. I just didn't want to pop up. Let's pick a day and we'll be there."

"How about three days from now, this Sunday?

"Sounds great. The boys have been all excited thinking about going to your island."

"Okay, I'll see all of you then. Here's Troy."

A short pause and the familiar voice of the pilot came through. "I guess you're all set to come here this Sunday."

"Looks like it. I don't know if you overheard, but can you set Aukai up with a portable generator and cell phone."

"No problem. Honestly, this should have been a long time ago. By the way, Dian has made out a plan to get his boy out of the castle. We're going to meet in a few hours and discuss it."

"Do you need me for anything?"

'No, if everything looks like it will work out, both of us will come to your island and fill you in."

"Okay Troy, watch yourself."

***

Keoni told himself that he wasn't going to endure this abuse any longer. Three new men arrived as scheduled to the secluded home of Abdullah El Sadean. Again tied, face down, legs spread, his young ass was brutally raped. Despite his resolve not to allow anyone to see him cry, he couldn't help it. The African Prince did have, as El Sadean had described, a 'horse cock'. He gave the boy no chance to adjust to the invader but quickly shoved it into the poor boy's ass. Keoni's reaction was quick. He screamed and cried at the excruciating pain he was suffering. Even the Arab was getting a little concerned that maybe this was too much and could cause permanent damage to the boy. The 12-year-old was his cash cow and he couldn't afford to lose it. The boy would then be worthless except as an ordinary house slave. He gently asked the Prince to take it easy.

The Prince seemed to ignore the man, grunting as he continued to shove his 10-inch cock inside the boy. El Sadean could tell the boy was nearly unconscious. Once again he requested the black African to take it a little easier on the lad.

"For what you charged me," the Prince growled back, "I should be able to fuck him twice. Are you trying to cheat me?"

"Of course not your Highness, but the boy is unconscious. He can't feel anything anymore. If you believe you're not getting your money's worth, I will be happy to negotiate a lower rate on your next visit."

The Prince didn't say anything. Instead, he began to grunt as he felt his moment was about to come. With a loud yell, he shoved his cock as deep as he could go, shuddering as his large balls erupted into what amount to a very large deposit of semen. Catching his breath, the Prince withdrew his cock, as a steady stream of cum leaked out of the boy's gaping hole. El Sadean quickly told the servants to untie the boy and take care of him.

Several hours later, Keoni regained consciousness. The first thing he felt was the terrible pain emanating from his sore ass. Not being able to help it, he buried his head in his pillow and cried.

"I can't do this anymore," he said to himself. "Better to die than do this night after night."

He began to think of a way to end his life, to rob the Arab of the pleasure of seeing him raped time after time. As his eyes grew weary, he thought he heard a voice in his room. Realizing that he hadn't sucked his master's cock yet, he assumed the voice was his, but then it came again.

"Keoni, Keoni. Listen. Don't give up. Someone is coming to rescue you and take you away from here."

The boy looked around. There was no one else in the room. Was the Master playing some sort of game with him? "Is that you Master? Why are you saying such things?"

"No Keoni, this is not your Master. You must be brave and hang on. A man named John will come and take you away from there."

"Who are you?" the boy nearly shouted. There was silence. Was this a trick? Was the pain making him hallucinate? He was too tired and weak to understand. As his eyes closed, the voice came one last time. "Be strong Keoni. John will be there soon.

***

The following day was a very long one for John. His first desire was sucking a young cock. When breakfast was concluded, he had Raphael stand up as he got on his knees and took the tasty-looking tube and started working on it with his tongue and lips. He liked the way the boy had arched his back in bed when being sucked. The 11-year-old got into this act and it was reflected in the way he went through his orgasm, his stiff cock twitching in the man's mouth.

Everyone was surprised when Carlos dashed back to John's bedroom and brought back the smallest rubber butt plug and the tube of Vaseline. The look on Raphael's face was priceless as his cock was drawing closer to an orgasm and his butt felt this small toy inserted inside. His cock twitched in the man's mouth, his ass kept squeezing its intruder until the inevitable had to happen. Almost falling on John's shoulders Raphael went through what he swore later was the most intense cum he ever felt. To back that up, the man thought he tasted the first small squirt of boy juice.

"That was a good idea, Carlos. I wanted at one point to have all of you feel not only a cock in your mouth but something in your ass. And Raphael, I think I tasted your first wet cum."

"Really?" the boy beamed with pride. Seems that to be able to shoot jizz was an important part of sexual maturity.

Next, John helped supervise the building of the pen Picasso would be in while they were away at Kalauka Island two days from now. Second, he received a call from Troy saying he and Dian were on their way over and would share what they had planned and were going to undertake hopefully later that evening. He also learned that the young man being rescued was called Semo.

It wasn't long afterward that everyone heard the helicopter approaching. The boys came back into the house and got dressed. "We're going to the cave," Peter announced.

"Fine. Stay out of sight until Troy and Dian leave." Then John went down to greet both men.

***

The four boys took some bottles of water, apples, and a couple more old blankets John had discarded, to the cave. It was still spooky going into a dark tunnel with flashlights as the only tools to illuminate their way. On their first trip, they brought some lanterns to light up the cave. When John heard how the boys were coping with the limited lighting, he asked Troy if there was a way to string an electric line to the cave to provide light. The pilot assured him it could be done and would start gathering whatever he needed and one day he would surprise the boys by spending a day providing the electricity needed and lights to fully brighten both the tunnel and cave.

As the boys settled into the cave adding the extra blankets to those already brought, Peter commented that soon it would feel like the mattresses they have in the house's bedrooms.

"Yea," Raphael replied. "I love the sex we do here, but after a while, it gets uncomfortable when you can feel the hard floor." Everyone agreed with that assessment.

Carlos, looking at Corey asked him, "I hope you don't mind me wondering, but did you see a lot of sex pictures on the Internet?"

The 11-year-old thought for a moment. "I found it accidentally. My parents didn't care what I watched. I read somewhere about a dark web. I finally figured a way to get in and found lots of sites that had sex pictures and videos of boys, and also of girls and men. I guess being a boy I spent more time looking at those of boys."

"What kind of pictures did you like the most?" Peter asked.

Corey was quiet for several moments. "I hope you don't think me weird or something, but those with men and boys got me excited the most. My dick was always hard. When I saw a boy getting sucked by a man or the boy doing the same in return, I kind of wondered if I could do that and like it." Then the boy chuckled a little bit. "I remember always touching my tight boy hole when I watched a man stick his cock in a boy's butt. I told myself I'll never know what that feels like as my butt could never stretch like those on the videos. Their holes looked so big after a man was through with them."

"Is that what you thought thinking of John doing it to you, taking your cherry?" Carlos wanted to know.

The boy just nodded his head, "I remember telling my uncle how badly I wanted to be here, so I knew I had to trust John. That first time did hurt a lot, but the second time wasn't so bad. I don't know about you, but you don't think of pain when you feel John shoot his cum deep inside you," getting agreeing heads from the other three boys.

Peter stunned everyone by asking Raphael and Carlos, "Did you ever touch a girl's tits? After all, didn't you bathe in the same water?"

"We were too young to bathe with the girls, but nearly all of us spent part of a warm day naked and we saw lots of girl tits," Raphael recalled.

"If we tried to touch any girl like that, we would get into serious trouble," Carlos added. "But what about you? You went to island after island. You must have seen lots of young girl tits. Didn't you ever want to touch them?"

Peter thought for a moment. "Somehow girls never got me excited. I did wonder why the boys and men seemed to like sucking a girl's nipples, but like Corey here, I was more interested in boys. I watched a lot of boys and men having sex. It never crossed my mind that it would happen to me. So when John first brought it up, I was scared. Even after seeing so much man/boy sex as we traveled the islands, I never thought of actually doing sex with a man. But I'm glad I got over my fear and now I love whatever John wants to do with me."

"I bet we see a lot of girl tits when we go to Kalauka Island," Raphael said with a giggle.

"I'm sure we will, but we better behave ourselves. We don't want to make John look bad because we act stupid."

The small talk continued, but then it was time to get down to the reason they were in the cave. Turning the lamps' lights low, all got undressed and soon two hard cocks were being slurped on by two eager companions.

***

"Dian, I appreciate you coming on such short notice."

"My pleasure John, but Troy has been mum about what is it you want. It's only been a few days and I haven't learned anything more about where the kidnapped boys are taken."

"I know that. This is something different. Come on up to the house and I'll explain it to you," as the three men proceeded up the trail. Soon everyone was seated and John surprised the visitor with his request.

"I hope you are successful getting Semo out of the castle," John stated. "Troy mentioned you had a plan for just such a contingency if the need warranted," John put to the man.

Dian hesitated. "I have an idea of how it can be done as I explained it to Troy. It depends on if the entranceway I need to use is still accessible. I discovered it a long time ago while doing outside guard duty. It looked like a secret entry."

"You never checked it out?" Troy asked. "When you brought it up earlier, you made it sound like a sure thing."

"I ascertained it led directly into the castle, but I've never entered through that tunnel. There was no need. I thought about it recently, when the subject came up of rescuing Semo if necessary."

"So that passage could have been discovered since you left and sealed," Troy concluded.

"It's possible."

John threw up his hands. "This is pointless! We're trying to make a plan to get someone out of that fortress when we don't even know if we can get in."

"I'm willing to take the risk," Dian stated flatly, causing Troy to laugh.

"Yeah, right! You're willing to stick your neck out for a good cause?"

"You still don't get it, do you, Troy? For once give me the benefit of the doubt. For the moment, accept the fact that I did rescue you from Lam Sin and spent 17 years hiding from him. Sure, it would be easy to agree with John and say it's an impossible situation. I don't owe you, John, or even Semo anything. That's the kind of person you'd like to believe I am. I took the job as part of Lam Sin's security detail because I needed the money. I never realized what took place inside those walls until I was hired. I stayed as low-key as possible, just doing what I was supposed to do, trying not to get noticed. It didn't work as Lam Sin selected me to first take care of you and then later ordered me to kill you. That's when I had to make a decision. Saving you was more important than the betrayal, loss of job, and being forever hunted. And although now I'm pretty free of any death contract, with Lam Sin dead, I still feel connected to that former life because one last remaining boy, even though he's a man now, needs to be free."

Troy was quiet for several moments. "All right. For the moment I accept what you just said. So how do we know if this plan is feasible?"

"Simple. Like you and I discussed earlier, I make a trip there to see if the tunnel still exists and does lead into the castle. If it does, I get Semo. If not, then we'll need a new plan."

"You're right," John nodding his head. "We plan as though Dian does get inside and brings Semo out. If not, he just returns empty-handed and calls it quits."

"How do you get to Singapore?" Troy asked wanting to double-check Dian's plans.

"You forgot that John got me new identity documents. I should be able to get into the country without any problem. Getting out will be the hard part."

"I'll make the travel arrangements to get you from Majuro into Singapore", John added. "Troy, you'll have to plan a rendezvous point to pick up Dian and Semo and all of you getting out of the country."

"I'll work on it. I have some contacts there that might help us."

"My only concern is Ch in Lee and Jarot," John thought out loud. "Will either or both try to find Semo once they discover his disappearance?"

Dian shook his head. "I doubt it. Chin Lee probably doesn't even know of Semo's existence. He leaves it up to Jarot to oversee staff and security. Jarot won't mention anything to Chin Lee. It could cause some embarrassing questions to be asked. More than likely Jarot will assume Semo escaped and went into hiding. He won't risk suspicion upon himself trying to find him."

"Sounds logical," the pilot agreed.

"If everyone agrees, let's work on the final details and, then we can put this plan in motion," John stated.

Chapter Twenty-Eight
Encounter With Jarot

John awoke the following morning feeling refreshed physically but with nervous anticipation within. Even after a great evening of sex with Peter and the boy 'riding' his cock until he poured a large amount of man jizz inside that tight ass, he found it hard to fall asleep. He knew he had tossed and turned all night. So he wasn't surprised when he awakened to not see Peter in bed with him.

"You weren't sleeping well," the 12-year-old shared with the man at breakfast along with the others, "So I left."

"No, I had a bad night. Sorry for kicking you out. A lot on my mind and just couldn't fall asleep."

"But we started good, didn't we?" asked a smiling, beautiful boy.

"We certainly did. On any other night that would have been enough to knock me out until the next morning."

Peter shared how he sat on the man's stiff rod and rode it up and down until the wet cum fill his insides. Corey was the only one who hadn't tried that method and figured John would be calling him next.

"How's it going with the enclosure for Picasso?" John asked the boys.

"We'll be done today. I think he'll like it," answered Raphael.

"Good! I'll look at it in the morning before we leave for Kalauka Island."

After breakfast, the four naked boys began their rounds of chores. Even after feeling tired from not enough sleep, seeing such beautiful boys walking around unashamedly as though they had been naked all their lives gave the man an instant erection and the strong desire to call one of them over to park his cock inside them. But he knew he had more important items to think about before sex with the boys.

As the evening approached for the rescue attempt of Semo, John couldn't help but wonder about Keoni. Even though there was certainly no guarantee that Semo would be brought out of Singapore, it was even less likely of getting the 12-year-old boy away from wherever he was being currently held. He had tried to ease his conscience by telling himself that it wasn't fear or lack of desire to help, but rather the logistics involved and his lack of contacts for such a venture. At least he was trying to free one boy from bondage.

He continued to question why the Commander had emphasized the urgency of the boy's rescue when there were no available resources he could use. Even if he could contact Lord Langley, there was the possibility that such an undertaking was beyond even his influence and wealth.

John sat at his desk thinking about the first time he met the Englishman and the eventual revelation of the humming cave and time travel device. His Lordship had remained skeptical of the story but still warned John of possible consequences should such news was ever made public. He still felt strange recalling memories of his time travels and those he met, yet being told that those memories were his and Mike's alone. Lord Langley would know nothing of it. Now he was trying to push all that to the back of his mind. He wanted to think less and less of this as time passed.

He decided to update the boys in America with the latest news. As he entered his address book on the email web page, he noticed something that hadn't caught his eye before. It was the private email address for Lord Langley. Why was it here? Supposedly, all connections between his Lordship and John never occurred. All evidence was erased. So why leave a way to contact the man who may not even recall who he is? He began to wonder what other abilities the alien visitor had. Was the threat of erasing memories or parts of it associated with telepathy? How far had he gone with Lord Langley?

"Commander, are you leaving me a hint to get started?" John asked out loud.

What if he sent a message? How would Langley react? Would he believe anything he said? Why should he? There would be nothing to substantiate anything he wrote. No, it would be a waste of time. The moment the man started reading the email, he would consider it a hoax and immediately hit the delete button. But what if it aroused his curiosity? John took out a sheet of paper and began drafting a message. He had to word it very carefully; he was only going to get one chance. Otherwise, all future emails would be directed to a spam folder and deleted. An hour later he was satisfied. Taking the draft, he typed the email and then proofread it. Telling himself this was the best he could do, his finger then clicked the 'send' button.

The cell phone then rang. It was Troy. "Everything is all set. We leave in a few minutes for Singapore. With luck, we'll be heading back home by late this evening."

"Thanks for the news. Good luck to both of you," as the connection was severed.

***

"Your Lordship:

I'm taking a risk sending you this. I don't know if you recall our meetings and your visits to Paradise Island, my home. It concerned an unusual situation and your decision on how best to control it for the time being. Since that meeting, all of us have experienced a loss of memory about those conversations. I can't explain it here.

The reason for this message is to ask for your help in locating a 12-year-old boy that was recently kidnapped and is probably being held in sexual servitude somewhere in the Middle East. I know boys and girls go missing all the time and your office does not get involved but refers them to local authorities, but this is a special case. I'm sorry I can't say more, but I don't know how secure this message is going to you. You probably have a lot of questions that I can answer if we meet. Please consider this special out-of-the-ordinary request. Thank you. John"

Now the waiting begins. He then wondered if he should have sent the request after he got back from Kalauka Island? He then realized he'd have to take his laptop with him on the trip to keep watch for any changes or delays. Carlos then entered the living room.

"Chores done. Any special requests?" The boy asked with a large grin.

The man laughed at the boy. "Something between my legs here needs special attention. Do you know how to take care of it?"

Continuing the charade, Carlos kneeled and grabbed the now hard 6'-inch erection. "It looks like it needs a saliva treatment. My mouth is real good at problems like this."

Standing up, John grabbed the boy's hand. "Let's go to my bedroom. Do you accept payment of a man's cum?"

"As much as you can produce," as both laughed heading toward some hot man/boy sex.

***

Lord Langley pressed an intercom button on his desk. A man's voice immediately answered. "Yes, sire."

"Glen, will you come in here please?"

"On my way." A few moments later there was a soft knock on the door and a man in his mid-40's wearing a business suit entered. "What is it, your Lordship."

"Did you retrieve anything from the safe?"

"Of course not sire. It's been so long since you gave me the combination I don't think I could open it even if I wanted to. Why? What happened?"

"I'm sorry Glen. My head is not right today. It's like I'm having memory lapses."

"Should I summon a physician?"

"That's not necessary. Tell me, do you recall the last time you saw a folder with intel on John and Paradise Island?"

"I assume that was the folder you had in your possession. It was when you came back from your last visit to John. I watched you lock the folder in the safe just before we closed up for the day."

"Then why is it missing? And how come I can't remember any details about traveling to Paradise Island and meeting with John and now the disappearance of this file?"

"I don't know sire. Let me look around and see if anything else is missing. We may have a security breach." Getting a nod from his Lordship, Glen quickly left the office. Langley sat down and tried to understand what these blank spots were regarding John. It was an hour later when Glen returned.

"Sire, the staff and I went through the index of all the open and closed cases we have here in this department. Every case is accounted for except for this one missing folder. Could we have been hacked?"

Langley was quiet for the moment. "I could accept that if only the data from our computers were missing. But the physical evidence itself is gone also. That's impossible. Whoever it was would have to go through several floors of security just to reach this office. No, there's something unworldly about all this."

"Unworldly, sire?"

"Never mind Glen. For the time being, we'll treat this as a misplaced file. We may get the answers as we continue investigating."

"Of course, sire."

"And not a word of this outside this office. I don't need rumors and speculations.

"Of course," as the security liaison left the office.

Another shock came a few moments later when Lord Langley's laptop flashed an incoming email. Stunned by the message, he immediately called his security agent back into his office. "This just came over through my private email address," handing the man a sheet of paper that Langley had printed the contents of the email.

"Impossible! Your email address, like your cell phone number, is highly classified."

"Then how or why did I get this?"

The man in charge of security, among other responsibilities, read the printed document a second time. "Normally this would look like a nut case, sire. At worse it was a lucky million-to-one guess at your address. Or maybe we're dealing with a hacker," handing the printout back to Langley. "But coming from this John we were talking about is very uncanny."

"You realize that if he is a hacker, our security apparatus is in serious jeopardy? The last thing I want to do is explain to the PM or Her Majesty that some lone hacker living on some secluded island has compromised our covert operations."

"I understand sir."

"Well, begin an immediate check on our security and encryption protocols to see what, if any, damage has been done there. Also, find out how John somehow got my email address as though he googled it on the Internet."

"Right away sir," as Glen quickly departed his Lordship's office.

Lord Langley leaned back on his chair and read the note several times. If this was from John, he was an intelligent one, acting as though he and the man had met before. The line that intrigued him was the statement that recently Langley had flown to the Pacific, probably in his private jet. His mind told him he never made such a journey. To finally settle the matter on this deranged person's statements, Lord Langley called his hanger where his private plane was housed.

"Randolph, this is Lord Langley."

"Yes, sir. You want the plane fueled for a trip."

"No, I don't. I want you to look at the flight log and tell me if you see any entry marking a 12,000-mile flight recently."

The voice on the other end laughed. "A 12,000-mile flight? No sire, no such flight plan was ever entered for such a journey."

"Check the log."

"But your Lordship…"

"Randolph, check the log!"

"As you wish," as there was silence for several moments.

When Lord Langley heard a voice again, it was with a tone of confused bewilderment. "Sire, I don't understand it. The log says you made a trip to Papua New Guinea three days ago and returned the following day. But that's impossible; we both know you never made such a flight. This has to be a joke. Someone is going to get fired for tampering with this."

"That will be all Randolph, thank you," Langley hung up the phone. Once again he read the email. "Who are you?" he asked himself. "Why do I show a flight I never made and a visit to a man I never met?"

The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that this person was neither a nut case nor a hacker. Pieces of thoughts crossed his mind; he tried to assemble them. First, there was a missing file on this John, but he couldn't remember anything about its contents. And if he had made a previous trip or two to the South Pacific, why can't he remember any of it? Once again Langley asked the question, "Just who are you John and what do you want?"

***

Dian was nervous. Despite his confidence that he no longer was under a death contract, that self-assurance was easy to maintain thousands of miles away in Papua New Guinea, but now he was on a flight heading into the enemy's lair. Seventeen years had passed since he smuggled an 11-year-old boy away from Lam Sin's fortress after being told by Jarot that the Master was tired of the boy and wanted him disposed of. He knew shortly after being employed as a guard what went on inside. He saw young boys being brought to the compound. He learned of the insatiable appetite that Master Sin had for boy flesh and the sexual abuse he perpetrated upon them. What disturbed him the most were the rumors of those same boys being murdered when Lam Sin wanted fresh new pre-teen males. He tried to get security assignments outside the castle so that he wouldn't see nor hear of any other atrocities being performed. He did his job well, too well. He received praises from Jarot.

Later, it was Jarot who recommended him to Lam Sin to take care of this special 11-year-old blond-headed boy who was being housed separately from the others. The moment he set eyes on the lad, he felt sorry for him. It was difficult to watch him get dragged away by Jarot whenever Lam Sin wanted to sexually abuse him. When the boy was returned, Dian did his best to ease the pain and make him as comfortable as possible. Most of the time the boy was semi-conscience or asleep. Dian guessed the boy was drugged before being taken to where the monster waited. Hardly a word was exchanged between them. Over time, he felt a special bonding. He knew that was a dangerous emotion. For if rumors were true, one day this young lad would be killed. He had been told that the boy was being held while his father repaid a gambling debt, that upon repayment the boy would be returned. But Dian knew the boy was doomed.

What Dian never expected was to be instructed by Jarot to dispose of the boy himself. "You have been a good employee Dian," Jarot started to say. "You took good care of this boy and Master Sin got great pleasure from him, but the Master no longer desires the lad. Take him out to the cemetery, one bullet in the back of the head, and bury him among the others there."

Dian knew he couldn't do it. He couldn't save the other boys, but he could save this one. He knew he was betraying Lam Sin and that a death contract would be issued, but he decided to risk it. He snuck the boy out of the compound and managed to get both of them out of the country.

He quietly contacted the boy's father in Majuro, who made arrangements to meet them. For several weeks thereafter, Dian stayed at the boy's home protecting them in case somebody tried to kill the boy and his father or collect on the death contract on him. Apparently, Lam Sin wasn't willing to use the resources to search for him and the boy at that time. Young Troy had been so heavily sedated over six months or more, most likely opium, that it was touch and go during the withdrawal process. Troy screamed and yelled at both his father and Dian; it was obvious the boy didn't recognize anyone. When it looked like the boy was going to make it, Dian said his goodbyes and then spent the following years in hiding.

So as the plane landed in Singapore, his heart was beating rapidly. Was he stupid for even mentioning Semo's name and his background to John and Troy? Why did he open his big mouth and offer to try and rescue the young man? But it was too late now. He could turn around and go back, saying the tunnel was blocked therefore he couldn't gain entrance, but he knew he couldn't. If there was a way, he was going to find it.

Later that evening, Dian found himself on the outside of the twelve-foot walls that surrounded the castle. What caught his attention immediately was the fewer number of guards patrolling the perimeter. Lam Sin had wanted enough men so that one was always in sight of another. Tonight, he spotted just two guards in this section. Feeling a little more secure, he began the search for the tunnel.

Seventeen years is a long time. The walls were the same, but the landscape and vegetation had certainly changed. Add to that looking for a hole in a hill with a small flashlight and Dian knew he'd be lucky to find the opening at all. Troy, smart as he was, had planned specifically for this day, as there would be a full moon. This helped somewhat as the man slowly, but carefully, searched for that elusive breach in the compound's defenses.

Nearly two hours had passed when Dian began to think that the entranceway he spotted so long ago didn't exist or was in another section of the outside boundary. He recognized this area, even in the darkness, as his daily patrol assignment, so he knew what he sought had to be here–then finally he found it.

The vegetation had covered it completely. Unless someone was purposely searching for it, the entrance was obscured. Pushing through the branches he found himself inside a tunnel. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a larger, stronger flashlight and began walking along the narrow corridor. To his surprise, the tunnel wasn't that long, maybe 200 feet when he hit what felt like a tapestry or rug or some sort, hiding the entrance from the inside. Pushing it aside, years of dust flew up and Dian tried to cover his mouth not to cough. This was a secret very few knew about.

Despite the years, one thing didn't change and that was the layout of the numerous hallways and rooms. Dian had been inside the castle many times and knew his way around. From what Semo had told him, he knew which room the young man was in. Again, the lack of guards was puzzling. Chin Lee must think he's pretty secure not to post more security, Dian thought to himself. He found the door he was looking for. Pressing his ear to the wooden framework he heard no noise. No light was shown from underneath. Grabbing the handle, he slowly pushed his way inside.

Semo was startled when he heard the door open. At first, he thought it was Jarot returning to use him again. The man was an animal whose only desire was to relieve himself at the expense of the poor man. He had been here earlier raping him as he usually did on almost a nightly basis. The only relief was if the guard was too drunk to make it to Semo's room, but never had the man abused him twice in the same evening. Was this going to be the first? Semo tried to focus his eyes in the semi-darkness to see who was slowly entering his room. The figure didn't seem to be Jarot. Who was it?

"It's me Semo, Dian."

"Dian! How did you get in here? What are you doing?"

"Hey, remember I once lived here a long time ago. I know of ways in and out that even old Jarot doesn't probably doesn't remember. As for why, I'm getting you out of here. Some friends and I are helping you escape this palace of horrors and begin a new life."

***

Semo was confused. Escape, a new life? What did he know of life? Kidnapped when he was 11 years old, he had spent the past 15 years as a virtual prisoner of first Lam Sin and now of Jarot. The only venture he ever had outside of Singapore was a training trip to SP1. It was where he had accidentally met Dian. The time spent at the island was one of recalling his fears of time spent there before being shipped to Lam Sin. He watched helplessly as recently kidnapped frightened boys were humiliated in preparation for even worse abuse once they arrived at their final destination. His recent memories were of being physically worked as a slave and used for sexual pleasures when demanded of him. Although he hated his life, he had accepted it as his fate. As Dian came closer, Semo could see that it was he. "You shouldn't have come here. If you're found, it could be death for both of us."

"Don't worry, in a few minutes we'll be far away from this place."

"But where will I go? What will I do? I know nothing but of the life here."

Dian gave the young man a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. "A man who was also a prisoner here as a young boy at the same time you were is offering to help get you away from here. Then we will go to another country where we won't be found."

"He was a prisoner here, and alive? Jarot told me I was the only boy who lived, that every other one was killed when Lam Sin got tired of them."

"It would have been. I was given orders to kill this one boy and I couldn't do it. I helped him escape and returned him to his father."

"You told me Lam Sin was after you and had put out a death contract, but you never told me why. Was it was saving this one boy's life?"

Dian nodded his head and then smiled. "And even though I'm a little late, I want to save another boy's life now. Are you ready?"

Semo nodded his head just as the bedroom door burst open and Jarot stumbled inside, his hand holding a large knife. "What's going on here? I pass by the door and hear voices. You know you're not allowed visitors without my permission," as the guard flipped on the light switch and looked with complete surprise at the second person in the room with Semo.

"Well, well, look what we have here," as Jarot blocked the doorway out of the room, the long blade glistening in the reflecting light. "Is that you Dian? I don't believe it. Master Sin would ask occasionally if the traitorous rat was ever found. He wanted so badly to watch Wo Fat skin you alive."

"Yeah, it's too bad the bastard is dead. I'm surprised you're still alive. Still enjoy killing people, including little boys," as Dian tried to find another exit away from the menacing weapon.

"Don't bother looking, Dian. There's no way out. You're finally going to pay for betraying our Master. I'm not giving Wo Fat the pleasure. I'm going to skin you myself." Jarot then paused for a moment. "I'm puzzled. You have stayed hidden for all these years. Why have you risked yourself for this piece of trash? He's not even a good fuck anymore."

"Maybe I enjoy sloppy seconds," getting a laugh from the burly guard.

"Well, at least you will die with a sense of humor. Tell Master Sin I pay my respects when you see him," as Jarot lunged at Dian with the knife.

***

Keoni tried not to cry. He swore when this nightmare began that he would not give Abdullah El Sadean the satisfaction of seeing his tears. Yet tonight was the worst of all. Three men with monster cocks had raped his 12-year-old ass mercilessly. The boy thought for sure that this time something had torn inside him, but an inspection afterward showed no such damage. That news didn't diminish the pain he had gone through. When the men were through, El Sadean ordered the boy to shower as he did after each 'session', and like before, the cold water only made the pain worse as it stung his insides when splashed over his body. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.

He was lying naked on the bed next to his new master who was also naked. The end of the day concluded with Keoni sucking the Arab's cock, gagging and swallowing the copious amount of cum that erupted from the man's shaft. El Sadean smiled as he looked at the boy.

"You're doing better Keoni. You hardly spilled a drop. Once you have mastered swallowing large loads of a man's seed, you'll be ready for my clients so that they can have the choice of either hole of yours to enjoy."

"Please Master, I can't take this anymore. The pain is unbearable." Keoni was usually bent over on a table spread eagle, hands cuffed to one set of table legs, his legs cuffed to another, presenting a perfect view of the tight orifice waiting for the Sheik's guests. Once one spilled his seed, another replaced him, not allowing the boy a chance to ease the pain. When they were through, he stank from the sperm dripping over his balls and down his thighs.

"Why are you complaining? You have been the perfect entertainment for my guests, and they have paid handsomely for the opportunity to feel their cocks engulfed in a tight boy's ass. You should feel honored. One of the men who fucked you is secretary to a Prime Minister. Another was a law enforcement officer who heads a department that investigates child prostitution," causing the Sheik to laugh at that revelation.

"If you think you're suffering, let me share something," El Sadean continued. "Those other boys who were sold the same day as you, I can tell you their lot is much worse than yours. One sadistic bastard loves to squeeze the boy's balls to hear him scream until he passes out. Another likes to whip his boy. His greatest thrill is seeing large red welts on the boy's back and ass. So be grateful you just have a sore asshole."

The native boy couldn't consider himself fortunate to be the property of this man. Used and humiliated since his arrival, the past two weeks had been a living hell. He kept telling himself there was no way he was going to live through this continued abuse.

"You see Keoni, everything in this world is not so black and white or clear-cut as we would like to believe. I would not be surprised if even the Vatican has some boys hidden within their walls for entertainment, even as they denounce sexual abuses by priests. No, young man, some realities must be faced. In your case, it is to provide sexual pleasures for my guests. But be of good cheer, they have enjoyed you so much that I'm going to raise the price for them to use you. After all, you cost me $700,000. You have to help me recoup some of that money."

"Please," a meek painful voice pleaded.

"Shush little one. I do have some good news for you. No guests are coming over for the next three days. You can use that time to rest and regain your strength, but be ready when that day comes. I heard an African Prince would be among those attending. Rumor has it he has a ten-inch horse cock."

Later, as Keoni lay on his bed in a locked room, he tried not to think of the pain. He kept asking himself what did he do to deserve such a fate. When he first arrived at Abdullah El Sadean's home in the Mediterranean desert, his immediate thought was escape, but he quickly learned it was impossible. He was kept naked, not allowed to wear any clothing. Cameras were everywhere. Motion detectors dotted outside the perimeter and Doberman watchdogs patrolled inside the 10-foot wall. He was trapped. As he slowly began to doze off, he again repeated the same prayer he had spoken since the day he arrived here. "Won't someone please come and get me out of here."

***

Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Waiting Game

John was starting to get a little concerned. It was passing midnight and not a word from Troy who was in Singapore ready to bring Dian and Semo back to Majuro. He knew trying to conjure up scenarios of what could have gone wrong wasn't going to help the situation. Maybe Dian had trouble finding the secret entrance; maybe he couldn't find Semo. Whatever was going on, he just had to wait and be patient.

Unfortunately, that wasn't one of John's best traits. He recalled the waiting until the court date for the formal adoption of Raphael, Carlos, and Peter. Each day seemed like 48 hours instead of 24. But in the end, all worked well and he had a new family. He tried to be optimistic about this venture. He had to count on Dian to know what he was doing. So he went out to the porch to sit and listen to the waves crashing along the shore, inhale the scent of an ocean breeze, and be dazzled by the night sky with its hundreds of stars, all shining and twinkling down at him.

***

"Well, at least you will die with a sense of humor. Tell Master Sin I pay my respects when you see him," as Jarot lunged at Dian with the knife.

Thankfully, having consumed some alcohol a short while earlier, his reaction was a little slow. Dian tried to dodge the knife, but Jarot was still quick enough that the blade of the knife slashed deeply into Dian's left arm, causing him to scream in pain.

"That is nothing my friend," Jarot said with malice in his voice. "By the time I'm through, you'll be begging me to kill you," the guard making another slashing attempt. It was at that moment that a large crash was heard on the guard's head. Jarot wobbled for a moment and then fell unconscious, the blade slipping from his fingers. The remnants of a large vase lay shattered on the floor.

"Thank you, Semo, you saved my life. That was quick thinking."

The now free former slave picked up the knife and handed it to Dian. "Kill him."

"What? No. We can't do that."

"He deserves to die. He has ruined my life for almost 17 years. He needs to die so that no one else will ever go through that again. Please, Dian, kill him."

"I can't Semo. I agree he deserves death, but I am not a murderer."

Semo grabbed the knife away from Dian and raised it high in the air as though ready to plunge it into the unconscious body. "Then I will do it myself."

"Listen Semo very carefully. You know that Jarot holds an important position within these walls. Chin Lee depends on him. If you kill him, what do you think will happen? A death contract will be put out on you, and you will spend the rest of your life hiding, looking over your shoulder. Right now, you have a chance to walk away. As I told you, a fellow prisoner is waiting to pick us up and take us away from Singapore. You'll be free. Jarot won't do anything. I'm sure Chin Lee does not know of his relationship with you. He won't risk his position and possibly his life by bringing your name up. It would involve revealing some nasty past events. He will wake up with a bad headache, be pissed that he lost two men in one night, but will realize how lucky he is to be alive."

Semo still stood frozen, hand in the air, the blade glistening in the artificial bedroom light. "I hear you Dian, but I'm finding it hard to forget what Lam Sin and this monster did to me. I can't kill Lam Sin, but I can this monster."

Dian knew he had to get serious quickly. Sooner or later another guard would be coming by to investigate the noises. "Semo, I'm leaving. You can drop that knife and come with me, or kill him, stay here and take your chances."

That seemed to make the young man think; he slowly lowered his hand. He then looked at Dian, "You're bleeding badly. We must stop that before we go," as he took a sheet from the bed, tore a strip, and tightly bound the wound. Already both could hear men's voices coming from down the hall.

"Let's go," Dian urged. "Once they find Jarot, it will be more difficult to escape." Closing the door behind them, the two quickly dashed out of the bedroom, down a hallway, and into the room that led to the cave exit. To Semo, it looked like a dead end.

"Are you sure you know where we are? There is no escape from here."

Dian smiled and lifted a tapestry from the wall. "I told you I knew ways of giving in and out of here," as the man picked up the backpack he had left when he entered the room, grabbed the flashlight, and led the way out. Soon, the foliage was breached and the two stood outside the walls of the castle. "Now we need to move. I'm sure the search for us is still going on inside, but once they discover we're not, they will search the grounds inside and outside. Semo just nodded his head as both took off at a slow run where Dian was to meet Troy.

This pace was kept for almost 15 minutes until they were nearly two miles away from any possible discovery by an outside guard. There, in a grove of trees, a flashlight blinked three times. Dian returned the signal and Troy came out of the darkness to meet them.

"I was getting a little worried about you."

"Jarot wasn't anxious to let either of us go."

"Jarot? How did you escape him?"

Dian smiled. "Let's say Semo's bedroom has one less flower vase. Troy, this is Semo." The pilot extended his hand, which Semo slowly grasped.

"You were a prisoner of Lam Sin?" the young man asked.

"Yes, I guess at about the same time as you were, I was eleven years old."

"Did we ever meet?"

"No, I was kept separately. When Lam Sin no longer wanted me, he told Dian to kill me. He didn't and saved my life." Then Troy noticed the blood on Dian's arm. "You're bleeding badly. Let's get to where the plane is. There's a first aid kit inside."

So the three began another 15-minute slow run until they reached the airfield where the single-engine craft, which Troy had borrowed from one of his contacts in Singapore, was waiting. Once inside, the pilot handed Semo the first aid kit while he started the engine and within a few minutes was in the air. Flying low and taking a path he was told to avoid detection, the three passengers were quiet until the plane left Singapore air space and was over open water. From there it was across Indonesia and on to Papua New Guinea.

"I better call John. We're more than three hours past the maximum deadline."

"How long were you willing to wait?" Dian asked, wondering.

Troy turned to look at the man who had just risked his life again to save a former boy sex slave. "At least until daylight. I would have returned after dark." This got an appreciative understanding nod from Dian.

***

"John?"

"Troy! It's good to hear your voice. I was getting concerned. Is everything okay?"

"We're fine. Semo is with us and we should be back at Majuro by late morning. Later on, I'll bring both to Paradise Island."

"Great news. Now I'm going to bed; see you tomorrow."

Semo was looking at Dian and then at Troy, "There's no way I can thank you. I have nothing except the clothes I am wearing."

"Don't worry about it, Semo. When we're rested and over this recent adventure, you and I will have a talk and discuss what you want to do and how we can help you." There was no response. Troy looked at the back seats to see that both men had fallen asleep. Well, details of what happened will have to wait, the pilot told himself.

***

Keoni had decided that he wasn't going to endure this abuse any longer. Three new men arrived as scheduled to the secluded home of Abdullah El Sadean. Again tied, face down, legs spread, his young ass was brutally raped. Despite his resolve not to allow anyone to see him cry, he couldn't help it. The African Prince did have, as El Sadean had described, a 'horse cock'. He gave the boy no chance to adjust for the invader but quickly shoved it into the poor boy's ass. Keoni's reaction was quick. He screamed and cried at the excruciating pain he was suffering. Even the Arab was getting a little concerned that maybe this was too much and could cause permanent damage to the boy. The 12-year-old was his cash cow and he couldn't afford to lose it. The boy would then be worthless except as an ordinary house slave. He gently asked the Prince to take it easy.

The Prince seemed to ignore the man, grunting as he continued to shove his 10-inch cock inside the boy. El Sadean could tell the boy was nearly unconscious. Once again he requested the black African to take it a little easier on the lad.

"For what you charged me," the Prince growled back, "I should be able to fuck him twice. Are you trying to cheat me?"

"Of course not, your Highness, but the boy is unconscious. He can't feel anything anymore. If you believe you're not getting your money's worth, I will be happy to negotiate a lower rate on your next visit."

The Prince didn't say anything. Instead, he began to grunt as he felt his moment was about to come. With a loud yell, he shoved his cock as deep as he could go, shuddering as his large balls erupted into what amounted to a very large deposit of semen. Catching his breath, the Prince withdrew his cock, as a steady stream of cum leaked out of the boy's gaping hole. El Sadean quickly told the servants to untie the boy and take care of him.

Several hours later, Keoni regained conscience. The first thing he felt was the terrible pain emanating from his sore ass. Not being able to help it, he buried his head in his pillow and cried. "I can't do this anymore," he said to himself. "Better to die than do this night after night."

He began to think of a way to end his life, to rob the Arab of the pleasure of seeing him raped time after time. As his eyes grew weary, he thought he heard a voice in his room. Realizing that he hadn't sucked his master's cock yet, he assumed the voice was his. Then it came again…

"Keoni, Keoni. Listen. Don't give up. Someone is coming to rescue you and take you away from here."

The boy looked around. There was no one else in the room. Was the Master playing some sort of game with him? "Is that you Master? Why are you saying such things?"

"No Keoni, this is not your Master. You must be brave and hang on. A man named John will come and take you away from there."

"Who are you?" the boy nearly shouted. There was silence. Was this a trick? Was the pain making him hallucinate? He was too tired and weak to understand. As his eyes closed, the voice came one last time. "Be strong Keoni; John will be there soon.

***

John was at the helipad the next afternoon as Troy arrived with his two passengers. He had to postpone the visit to Kalauka Island by one day. He explained to the boys how Troy had recused a young man from slavery and both, along with Dian, would be here soon. Then the two would leave for their new life. Although a little disappointed, the boys understood. After all, it was only a one-day delay.

He got his first look at Semo, the young man, who like Troy, was once a pleasure toy for Lam Sin. The Polynesian features indicated that more than likely he lived in one of the many islands of the South Pacific when he was kidnapped as a boy. Despite the ordeals he had endured during his years of imprisonment, he was still a handsome man. He looked younger than his 27 years, closer to 20. He had a youthful boyish face, but the hard work he was forced to do had chiseled a muscular body. Only his facial features betrayed the abuse he had endured.

The next thing John noticed was the bandaged arm of Dian. "I took him to a local doctor I know, who won't say anything and had him sewed up."

"Are you okay Dian?"

"Arm hurts like hell, but it could have been a lot worse if Semo hadn't stepped in."

John invited the three men up to his house where everyone got comfortable in the living room.

"Are you the man I owe my freedom to?" Semo asked.

"I played a very small part," John answered. "Troy and especially Dian took all the risks."

Semo looked at the others. "I can still recall vividly Jarot and his men coming to my island. They took five of us boys. One died before we even got to Singapore. I think one of the men got mad and beat him to death." Looking at Troy, he continued, "You said you were kept separate from us. So you never heard the cries every night. We were scared. Lam Sin was doing things to us that were humiliating and painful. Our incentive to get a little more food was to do some…"

"It's okay Semo," Troy cut in. "I remember too what he did to me and forced me to do to him. He hurt me in ways I'll never forget."

"In our room, there was the taste of death. About once a week Jarot would point to a boy and say he was being sent back home–but we knew it was a lie. We heard he took them outside and killed them. I can still remember some of the boys screaming and kicking at him as they were dragged out of the room. Some had that look of resignation, knowing they were going to die, never to see their family again.

"When he came for me, I knew that was the day I was going to join the others. Instead, he took me to Lam Sin. He said he liked me more than the others and in between sex with those boys, he would enjoy me. He locked me in a bedroom and then I became his plaything. I guess it was about three months later when he grew tired of me and asked Jarot to take me away. I knew for sure then I was going to die. Instead, he took me to his private bedroom and I became 'his' special sex toy. As I grew older, he assigned me chores and had me work as a slave. At night, he would…take advantage of me."

All John, Troy, and Dian could do were shaking their heads in horror. Troy knew firsthand what it was like to have to share a bed with Lam Sin, but he had faith that his father would eventually come and get him. He might be dead too, or worse, a toy of Jarot if it hadn't been for Dian.

"So you see," as Semo looked at Dian, "why I wanted that man dead?"

"What exactly happened?" John asked.

So Dian explained how Jarot caught him in Semo's room, tried to kill him, but was stopped by Semo knocking him unconscious by a vase. Semo wanted the man dead, but Dian explained what the consequences would be.

"It must have been hard not to kill that man. I'm not sure if I could have held back, had I been given the opportunity," Troy inserted. "With the additional years of abuse you suffered, it took great inner strength to leave him alive."

"But Jarot is now free to kidnap other boys," Semo stated.

"His death would have changed nothing. Chin Lee is still going to supply his clients with kidnapped boys to be sold. If not Jarot to organize and carry out this business, someone else would," Dian put in.

"Well, what's done is done. Dian's logic when we planned this is still valid. He won't risk angering Chin Lee with what happened last night," John concluded. The man then handed Dian an envelope.

"What's this?" He opened it and discovered several American hundred-dollar bills inside.

"It's a small token to say thank you for saving two lives," John explained. "I would suggest since you have a passport and other documents, that you leave this area and find a new home. Unless you have some other reason for staying here, it's time to start a new life."

Dian was quiet for several moments. "Thank you. You're right. I always wanted to go to South America."

"I will see you off at the airport when you're ready to go," a smiling Troy put in, offering his hand, which was grasped by Dian.

"Now Semo, what about you?" John put forth the question.

"For now, Semo will stay with me," Troy answered the question. "I think he needs time to relax, unwind from the years of servitude while thinking what he wants to do with his life. I have an extra bedroom and I believe our past association with Lam Sin and Jarot will make it easier to understand what each of us went through."

"Thank you, Troy," was all the young man could say.

Moments later everyone was back at the helipad as Troy started up the motor. Shaking Dian's hand, John told him. "Good luck to you and thanks."

"What about the kidnapped boys? I thought you wanted more information about where they ended up. I got the impression you were looking for one particular boy, Keoni?"

"I gave up on that quest Dian. Yes, I was looking for one boy, but had to accept the reality that he could today be anywhere in the world. So instead, Troy suggested we rescue Semo."

Dian nodded his head and boarded the copter. A few moments later it disappeared on the horizon.

As John entered the house, four naked boys rushed up to meet him.

"Jesus, John," Raphael began, "did your dick fall off? You've hardly done anything with us the past couple of days. Don't you like naked little boys anymore?"

The man couldn't help but laugh at that comment. "My apologies guys. Yes, I've had a lot on my mind. Some things needed to be taken care of."

"We saw Dian," Carlos put in. "His arm looked hurt. Is he the problem?"

"No Carlos, he was the solution. Don't worry, I doubt we'll be seeing him again."

"And who was the other guy?" Peter then asked.

"What, you guys spying on me?"

"We missed having fun with you," again Raphael. "We thought something was wrong."

"Everything's okay. That other man is Semo. He needed help, so Troy and Dian offered to bring him here so we could see what we could do."

"So your dick didn't fall off," getting chuckles from the other three boys.

"No, it hasn't. There are two days worth of my man juice wanting a nice boy's ass to leave it in. Any volunteers?" as all four boys raised their hands.

"Then how about you Corey? You've been quiet. May I have the pleasure of taking you to bed right now?" The 11-year-old smiled.

"Don't you worry," addressing the remaining three. "I'm horny enough for all of you. Just be ready when I call you," as John and Corey headed to the master bedroom.

"Let's go to the cave again and have fun there," Peter suggested. So the three boys, followed by the dog, ran out the door.

***

To say Jarot was pissed would be putting it mildly. He regained conscience just as a guard entered the room from whence he heard noises.

"Jarot, what happened? Are you all right?"

"What do you think happened? Someone attacked me. Start searching within the castle for two men."

"Which men?"

"Semo and….a stranger. Look for a blood trail. The stranger is bleeding." A little confused, all the guard could do was bark out orders to others to search for these two men.

Jarot felt the now drying blood on the top of his head. So the little faggot had a set of balls, he thought to himself as he got up and surveyed the bedroom. Immediately, he saw the blood on the floor as well as a torn bed sheet indicating a makeshift bandage was hastily used, but how did Dian get into the castle? Was security that lax? If Chin Lee knew of this, Jarot's head would be in danger of separation from his body. Seeing no other clues, he went to personally supervise the search for Dian and Semo.

A guard rushed up to the burly man. "We have found the escape route that leads outside the building."

"Show me," as the two men headed toward the room where earlier Dian and Semo had made good their escape. The tapestry that had covered the secret entrance had been torn down and lying on the floor. Using a flashlight, Jarot led the guards through the short tunnel until they stood outside under the dark skies. Turning to a guard, he barked out orders. "Get the bloodhounds. At first light, I want to track where these men went."

"Yes sir."

Several hours later as the first rays of daylight made their appearance, and after getting the scent from the bedroom of Semo and Dian, the dogs began barking and leading the men away from the castle. After nearly two miles they came to a spot where the dogs were visibly excited. The handler approached Jarot. "Seems here they were met by a third man and then continued eastward. "Shall we go on?" getting a nod of consent from the man.

As the dogs continued to follow the scent, Jarot kept asking himself who would have aided Dian in this venture? This rescue of Semo was well planned and executed so far. Another two miles later the men and dogs approached a strip of cleared land. One of the men looked at tracks in the dirt. He called Jarot over.

"They used a small aircraft, four-passenger maybe. It looks like the third man was the pilot providing the last leg of their escape from here. There's nothing more we can do. The dogs have lost the scent."

Furious, all Jarot could do was call off the search and start walking back to the castle, his mind whirling. Who would assist Dian in such a risky venture? Semo had no outside contacts that he was aware of, yet Dian knew enough, possibly of his background, to help him escape. Did he know that Semo had been held here since he was a young boy, first used by Lam Sin? If so, maybe he felt the need to help a second boy escape. Second boy! Of course! He snuck Troy out against orders to have him killed. If Troy somehow found out that another boy had been with him at the same time, but was still a prisoner, wouldn't he want to rescue him? But what's the connection between Troy and Dian since their time together as playthings of Lam Sin? Jarot knew that Troy was a pilot. Looking at all this, he knew it was circumstantial evidence, mostly speculation, but somehow he knew Troy was involved.

"I should have killed that brat myself," referring to Troy, Jarot thought angrily as he marched with the men and dogs back to the castle. He had entrusted Dian with the task of disposing of the 11-year-old. Instead, the boy was basically rescued. Although a death contract had been issued for Dian, the man had stayed alive all these years. What Jarot couldn't answer was how the man knew of Semo and then, maybe with the help of Troy, plan this escape.

***

John's cellphone rang as he was catching his breath from depositing another cum load inside a cute boy's ass. After he filled Peter, he rested for an hour and Raphael begged to be next. To be honest, the man didn't care which boy came in what order. All had that loveable, tight little anus that couldn't be ignored. In just a few weeks all the boys had turned into 100% bottoms, all vying for the sexual sensations of feeling themselves being stretched as a hard man cock pushed deeper and deeper. Their little grunts and moans of pleasure were like a challenge to hold on as long as he could and then shoot with such intensity the largest deposit he could give.

He wanted to work more on having a threesome with the boys. One was to be sucked by another as his ass was being violated. Then training a boy to be spit-roasted, a cock in his mouth and a cock in his ass. Then John's mind returned to the present as he again heard the cellphone ring. It was Dian.

"I thought you were on your way to South America?"

"I can still go, but there's something I wanted to talk to you about.

"Go ahead."

"I appreciate the monetary compensation you gave me and the support to help rescue Semo, but now I want to do a similar favor for you."

"I don't understand."

"I want to help you rescue Keoni."

"I appreciate your thought, but you stated you had no idea where he could have ended up."

"But I believe that through some contacts I know, I may be able to locate him for you."

"How?"

"During all the years I had to hide from Lam Sin and Jarot, I met a lot of people who, shall I say, do not operate legally. I am sure I can get enough information to point us in the right direction in finding the boy."

John was quiet for several seconds. "You don't have to get involved. You were lucky last night to get away from Jarot, Now's your chance to go where he will never find you."

"Let me at least try. If it's a dead end, I'll say my goodbyes and we part ways."

"To be honest Dian, Keoni has been on my mind more and more, I guess in proportion to the likelihood he'll never be found. But if you do find something, I'll be very grateful."

"The next time you hear from me is because I found something of value."

"Okay Dian, and thanks," as the connection went dead.

***

Chapter Thirty
A Village Full Of Naked People

"Look Commander," his engineer pleaded. "There's still time to change your mind. Maybe after you've proven yourself again, you will be allowed to command a vessel and return to exploration. Once you take this step, there's no going back. Your name will carry shame for all time."

"We've discussed this before. These past six months I've hated pretending to be happy behind a desk. This is not the existence I want. I know the magistrate. He will never reinstate me. No, I do this because my life belongs out there. Now, are you sure the polarity directional sensor is set the way I told you?"

"Yes sir. Wherever you point your vessel to go, signals sent back to Homeworld will show the opposite."

"And a Temporal Displacement Portal?"

"As I told you, it wasn't easy, but your security access is still valid and it allowed me to obtain one. It is stored below. All computer commands that would alert Homeworld of its use have been disabled."

"And the ship's recognition signal?"

"This vessel is listed as decommissioned. So when you take off, no tracking or vessel identification code will be transmitted."

"Thank you. Then everything else on the list is complete."

"Commander, you have shared everything with me except where you are going?"

"Earth."

"Earth? That's the first place they'll look for you."

"No, they won't. Remember, that solar system, along with the planet Earth, is now Red Zoned. No one is allowed to enter that area under any circumstances. And also, the polarity directional sensor is going to tell Homeworld I've gone in the opposite direction, right?"

The engineer nodded his head. "What will you do there?"

"Continue my study of these people, their history and customs."

"So that's why the Temporal Displacement Portal."

"There are thousands of years of human history to go back to and observe personally. I want to see as much as I can."

"And what about the help you've given John? Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Because I knew when you were questioned it might have slipped out. I didn't want the magistrate to order a special expedition to reverse what I did and make sure all memory was erased. This way I can go back and continue what I started. This Paradise Island John lives at will be my home. The embedded messages I left should have been received by now."

"If I didn't have a family, I'd go with you. This is the craziest adventure you're ever going to take. Are you sure you'll be all right?"

"I have everything I need onboard. Don't worry my friend, I'll be fine. Now get going far away from here. Everything the council will uncover in their investigation should point directly to me alone, but they will still question you anyhow." Shaking the engineer's hand, the Commander bid one last goodbye. "Wish me luck."

The two parted as the Commander entered the vessel that had been parked at the far end of the military complex. Crafts of different shapes and sizes were taking off and landing, all done automatically by computers in a nearby tower. In the midst of this, the Commander fired the engine and began a straight vertical ascent.

"Unknown vessel, we do not recognize your classification and authorization. You must return immediately," an automated voice from the central tower came over the speaker.

"Sorry, I'm in a rush," the Commander quipped as the craft gained speed and moments later left the gravity of Homeworld and headed toward Earth, but sending signals it was going 180 degrees opposite. The same warning repeated itself until the Commander finally turned off the speaker. As he gazed out a window at the planet growing smaller as he accelerated, he heaved a sigh, as he knew he was saying goodbye to his native home forever. "No time for sentimentality," the Commander spoke aloud, as he set course for what was to be his new home.

***

In London, at MI6 Security, Glen, a close confidant of the Director, Lord Langley, knocked on the door and awaited the clearance to go inside the office. "Sir, I wanted to discuss with you an item that has mystified us for several weeks."

"You mean this John and Paradise Island?"

"Yes sir. You and I can both swear what little we recollect was real. Both of us can't have the same memories."

"What are you getting at Glen?"

"I and a few trusted security agents have combed every single file on all our databases, thousands of files going back decades to World War II. Never once did the existence of this John, or a Paradise Island where he's living, came up. Anyone doing such research would reach the same conclusion."

"So what's your point?"

"Both of us suffered some temporary bout of hallucination. There's no way to prove we ever conversed with or made contact with him. I would have been concerned had you and I had another such hallucination involving another unknown. I would think of it as some sort of cyber or chemical attack. Since we can't prove anything of the kind occurred, I suggest we forget about John and continue with our duties."

"I wish it was that easy, Glen, but two incidents haven't been explained. One, my plane allegedly flying to Majuro based on the fuel consumption."

"But sir, Randolph wasn't able to locate the documents proving that. It was in a log with no supporting evidence. You and I saw that email from John asking for our help. The printed copy I made disappeared and the email was deleted. I don't know sir, but I have a clear conscience that there was no security breach. Except for this one file, everything else is accounted for. May I close this subject and return to my regular duties?"

"You're right Glen. Let's not get bogged down trying to figure the unexplainable. Of course, resume your station." After the agent left, Lord Langley thought for a moment. Maybe everything was illusionary. At that moment something flashed on his blank monitor that visibly shook up the British Lord. A message in bold letters said, "JOHN NEEDS YOUR HELP."

***

"Jarot, where do we stand on the boys we need for our client?" Chin Lee casually asked his head of security.

"Six more have arrived at SP1, Master Lee. They are awaiting the pickup from our client."

"Only six? We need to do better. Although we only delivered four previously, they were of good quality and fetched a good price. We even got a bonus," as Lee handed the guard an envelope. "And as promised, here is your share."

Jarot looked at the large denomination bills with wide eyes. "Thank you very much, Master. You are most generous. I will get the men to be more aggressive in finding additional boys."

"You do that. By the way, what was that commotion last night? I was told somebody escaped and you even used bloodhounds to try and find this person or was it, persons?"

"It was nothing, Master Lee. Security is my concern."

"No Jarot, security is "my" concern," Lee spoke with force in his voice, taking the guard by surprise. "Don't think for a minute that I don't know what goes on in this castle."

"Master Lee," Jarot tried to stutter. "I don't understand."

"Do you think that when I took over I didn't read all of Lam Sin's files and notes as well as Yang's? They knew more of what was going on here than you. The only reason they kept you alive was that you're good at bullying the men and keeping them in line. I feel the same. So don't try to pretend you can keep me in the dark about what activities occur here," as Lee began to look at some notes. "So this Semo had been your little fuck toy all these years."

Jarot was shivering so badly in fear that his mouth wouldn't work to answer the question put before him.

"Let me put your mind at ease. I don't care what you do when you are off duty. But consider yourself fortunate Lam Sin didn't have you killed when he found out you disobeyed his order to get rid of the boy. Instead, you kept him hidden all these years."

"Master Sin knew?" Jarot barely spoke.

"Yes, he did. Do you think he, Yang, or myself are solely dependent on just what you and a few others wanted us to hear or believe? We have other sources. So never try hiding any further information from me ever again."

"Yes, Master Lee."

"Now let's get to last night. Semo has lived here for 17 years. Why would someone all of a sudden be interested in helping him escape?" Jarot just shrugged his shoulders. "And Jarot, after living here for that long, don't you think he knows of what goes on inside these walls that he has enough information to compromise us if he tells the appropriate people?"

"Master, it was a man named Dian who helped Semo escape."

"Dian, Dian. Where have I heard that name before?"

"Master Sin had a death contract out on him for smuggling a boy out of here when he was ordered to kill him."

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Lee gave Jarot an evil grin, causing the man to shake even more if that was possible. "But why would this Dian be interested in Semo to risk his life?"

"I believe it involves a third man."

"Third man Jarot?"

"Yes, Master. Semo and Dian traveled a few miles by foot away from here to be met by a pilot and an aircraft. That's how they escaped. I believe the pilot was Troy."

"And who is Troy?"

"He was a boy here at the same time as Semo. That was the one who Dian helped get out of here when Master Sin ordered his death."

"And this Troy remembered Semo 17 years later and organized a rescue? And how did Dian get into the castle?

"Master Lee, I have no idea how Troy knew about Semo, or even how Dian knew of his existence here. Troy and Semo were kept separately, so they never met. I was shocked to see Dian within these walls. As for how he gained entrance, there was some hidden entranceway no one else knew about. Dian used it to get inside and escape. My men are sealing it as we speak."

"I do not like this at all Jarot. A former employee returns 17 years later through a secret tunnel no one else was ever aware of and rescues someone. He escapes by aircraft piloted by another former boy that was once here for Lam Sin's pleasures."

"It is a mystery, Master Lee."

"Well, I don't like mysteries Jarot! How do we know there may be other secret entrances we're not aware of? Your priority is to go over the grounds and outer walls with a fine-toothed comb to ensure there is no other way anyone else can get inside unannounced. Second, I want you to find this Semo and Dian and bring them to me. We need to know how and why this happened. And the next time you tell me that 'security is your concern', you better well damn mean it."

"Yes, Master Lee," as Jarot quickly exited Chin Lee's office, before he was going to wet himself in front of the man out of fear.

***

John couldn't get a word in edgewise at breakfast as four boys were constantly talking and sharing feelings of how it would be on an island where no one wore clothing. He could tell, although not spoken by anyone, that they were apprehensive of seeing naked girls, but also of being naked among them. He smiled as he recalled the four previous boys going through the same emotions, but he knew it wouldn't take long and they would feel right at home regardless of sex or age. With breakfast over, the boys started their morning chores as John went out and sat on the porch.

As he sat on the deck, he smiled as he reminisced about the journeys made before. He couldn't pick any one trip to Kalauka Island as his favorite, although he had to admit the first one with the boys and giving Aukai the 'Rite Of Manhood' test had to be the most unforgettable. And yet, how could he forget the trip to SP1 to rescue Kauri? He recalled thinking his fast-pounding heartbeat was never going to slow down until everyone safely left that island.

"We're finished John!" came a shout from Raphael. He looked to see the four boys standing at the dock.

"What?"

"The pen you wanted us to build for Picasso," Carlos jogged the man's memory.

"Oh yes, sorry. Okay, let's see what you've got."

"Daydreaming?" Peter asked with a smile.

"I guess I was. I haven't used the yacht since the boys left. Troy took me to Majuro when necessary."

"You were thinking about the other boys, weren't you," Raphael put in.

The man nodded his head and then looked at the four current members of his new family. "Those were good times. But…I now begin a new chapter with you wonderful boys. Come on, let's jump on board, take a look, and then we'll check out Picasso's temporary home."

The boys had seen the yacht from a distance and were curious about it, but felt John would show them the craft when it was time. For Carlos and Raphael, they had seen similar crafts as they stopped by Lib Island for various reasons, either as a curiosity tourist attraction or the bringing of trade. Peter's family had a smaller model of the same boat as they traveled from island to island. Corey seemed most fascinated, being raised on land and only seeing the ocean from a beach, to now living on an island surrounded by water and soon to travel on the open sea.

Everyone got on board and looked around. The craft impressed the boys as they could see everyone would ride in comfort and safety. As they went below and through the bedroom, Raphael asked with a giggle, "Did you have sex inside on this boat?"

"Yes Raphael, there were a few times when we had fun during the trips to Kalauka Island. We were too tired on the way back. The boys usually just slept below."

"Wanna have sex with me," the cheeky boy smiled.

"We'll see. You'll get lots of chances for sex when we get to our destination."

Soon, everyone departed the boat and headed to a space behind the house where a crude pen had been built. It was large enough, a tree provided shade and shelter and the fence looked like it could hold the dog. "I think until tomorrow night this will do. Beyond that, I'm sure he'd get out."

"We're only staying one night?" again from Raphael.

"For our first trip, yes. Future trips will be longer. There'll be times we will spend a week with them. But for now, I want you to get used to these people and them to you. Now, go shower and put on some clothes for the trip."

"We don't arrive naked?" Corey wondered.

"No, we don't. The village where they wear no clothing is further inside the island. That's where we'll take off our clothes and join the rest of the people there. When they greet us on the shore, you will see them wearing their traditional sarongs. Now get going," as the boys dashed up the trail to the house.

By John's recollection, that had to be the fastest showers four boys ever took. He figured they must have paired up in each stall. He was waiting for his bathroom to be available when he got the call one shower was free. By the time he was dressed and ready to go, the boys were complaining how close to noon it was getting and they hadn't even started the trip.

Making one last check on Picasso and his temporary home, everyone headed to the boat dock. After making sure everyone was wearing a life vest and going over some of the safety rules, it was time to go. The dual motors purred and soon the craft pulled away from the dock and headed westward, with the cheers of the boys expressing excitement at the departure from Paradise Island.

The journey was relatively quiet. The boys sat on the seats at the stern chatting as boys do about what to expect and how they were supposed to behave once they arrived at their destination. Only Corey came and approached John, sitting in the seat next to the man.

"Having fun Corey?" getting a vigorous nod of the head. "A little nervous?"

The boy just tilted his head a little. "I wish Uncle Joshua would have told me a long time ago about growing up here."

"Well, you were living with your parents back then. He couldn't take a chance on upsetting them if they found out that your uncle shared a story of living naked and having sex as a young boy. He told you what happened to us when our secret got out, didn't he?" getting a nod of the head in return. "Only your Aunt Laura and Uncle Donnie knew. Even when you moved in with him and your aunt, he had to be careful. He wasn't sure how you would react talking about wearing no clothes and doing sex stuff with other boys and a man."

"I guess," the 11-year-old replied softly.

"I'm sure Joshua always thought a lot about you and probably wondered if it were possible for you to have the same experiences he did when he lived here. He saw the opportunity when you came to live with him and Aunt Laura. He called me, we made arrangements, and here you are going on a trip that very, very few boys outside of Kalauka Island ever experience. Don't worry about being nervous, or embarrassed, or making a mistake. The Kalaukans are wonderful in making you feel like you've always lived there."

"John, am I good in bed with you?"

The man couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry Corey. You caught me off guard with that one. Why? Don't you like the sex you and I do?"

"Oh yes, I like it a lot. You always make me feel really good like I never felt before. I just wondered if I make you feel as good since I'm just a kid?"

John looked directly into the boy's blue eyes. "Do you ever see my face after I have my cock in your butt and shoot my sperm?" The man got a positive response in return. "Does it look like I did enjoy it?"

The boy produced a large grin. "Yeah, I guess you did, and it feels good inside me, too."

"So that should answer your question. All four of you are wonderful. The five of us do what we can to make each other feel good. That's sex and even more important, that's love."

"I feel like Raphael, Carlos and Peter are my brothers."

"And I know they feel the same about you. This talk has reminded me that I better orientate the four of you of some of the rules, or should I say traditions, one more time, of the Kalaukan people. Go get them and have them come over here," as Corey went to the stern and John noticed that they were less than 30 minutes from their destination. In the excitement of the trip, even Raphael hadn't made any overtures to John for sex in the cabin.

"What's up John?" Carlos asked, as the boys assembled by John on the pilot deck.

"I want your first visit to be a wonderful one. Even though the Kalaukan people love sex as much as you do, there are some rules you should make sure you know about."

"We already went over them before," Raphael reminded the man.

"And we will go over them one more time," briefly repeating the basics. John was a little concerned. The original boys had been with John just a week when they went on their first visit to Kalauka Island. Their sex experience with him and among each other was very minimal. The four going today have lived a nude, sex-filled life for almost two months. He didn't want them to think sex would begin the minute they entered the village.

"Do they play sex games?" Raphael was curious.

The man smiled. "Believe it or not, all the younger boys get together and have a contest to see who can cum the most times."

"Really?" Peter asked.

"Everyone takes turns sucking each other until you either cum or can't anymore."

"But I don't shoot anything," lamented Corey.

"That's fine. Most of the boys in the contest can't either, but everyone knows when you have your cum, dry or not."

"I bet I could win," Raphael boasted.

John just smiled. "The winner has always been a Kalaukan boy. He usually can cum close to ten times."

"Ten times! That's impossible!" Raphael shot back.

"The Kalaukan boys start sex when they are five, so by the time they reach twelve years of age they're very experienced in everything but having a cock in their ass, although fingers are allowed."

"You're joking, aren't you?" Carlos asked.

"Ask Peter. He's been to many islands where sex is done. Do young boys start sex at an early age?"

"John's right. I've seen some boys as young as eight getting fucked by a man. Younger boys learn to suck cocks."

"I don't stand a chance," moaned Raphael.

Carlos came up to Raphael. "I love you no matter how many times you can cum. I love sucking your cock waiting for that first taste of your sweet sperm."

"I love tasting yours," Raphael responded getting concurring nods from Peter and Corey.

The newest member of the group then asked, "So, we'll be sucking lots of cocks while we're there?"

"Not every moment is going to be spent in sex. After all, you're boys. And boys like to run, climb trees, swim and do other activities. Sex is just part of the entertainment," as John directed the boys' gaze to a small dot in the distance that was their destination, Kalauka Island.

John lost count over the years the number of times he saw the outline of the island as it grew closer. Each time, as he and the boys approached it, their excitement grew in anticipation of the wonderful time that awaited them.

On several occasions over the years, he and the boys would continue to lament society's continued suppression of what young boys could experience sexually had they been given the opportunity. Childhood was supposed to be the happiest part of life. Yet one aspect of it that their bodies should have enjoyed was denied to them.

The excuse of 'dirty old men' lurking around every corner was no reason that privately and safely sex shouldn't be discovered as the breathtaking event it was meant to be. The Kalaukans knew that. So did most of the islands and ancient cultures until groups of people decided that sex shouldn't be experienced before adulthood. Matt once used an example of how he saw the stupidity of that logic. "We might as well wait until we're eighteen to enjoy ice cream since it tastes so good."

The man could sense the boys' excitement, as the island grew larger. Taking out a pair of binoculars, he allowed the boys to view the ever-growing details.

"Canoes are coming out, just like when they came to our island," Carlos shouted.

"That's Chief Aukai and the greeting party," John shared. "They'll board our boat when they get close by." He took a deep breath as his memory went back six years to the first visit when he brought Mike, Chris, and Matt, boys who had just been introduced to sex and were now going to be part of a nudist lifestyle among 300 people

Fifteen minutes later as the craft stopped about 200 feet from the Kalaukan shore, three canoes came alongside. Led by Aukai, the Kalaukan warriors boarded the Sea Ray. "I can't believe it. You're here," as Aukai gave John a big hug. "When Troy said you were coming over, I told myself it was about time. You haven't been here since we said goodbye to Joshua."

"It's good to be back Aukai, and again thank you for your warm welcome. I believe you know three of the boys? Here's Carlos, Peter, and Raphael. And since you mentioned Joshua, this is his nephew, Corey."

Aukai hugged the boys and whispered something in each ear that caused them to grin. Then he looked at Corey.

"Yes, you are related to Joshua. I can see it in the eyes. Welcome to Kalauka Island Corey and all of you. May our presence together make for a wonderful visit."

Then the chief looked at John, "How long will you stay?"

"Just through tomorrow afternoon. There is some business I must attend to quickly when I return, but I told the boys future visits would be longer."

"Great!" Then looking back at the boys, he asked, "Are you ready for a canoe ride? As you can see," pointing to the shoreline, "the people of our village are anxious to say hello."

The four shouted in agreement and soon the Kalaukan men helped two boys into each canoe and began paddling toward the shore. Aukai and John used the last, largest vessel. Soon, all were ashore as most of the village was there to greet their guests dressed in their traditional colorful trappings.

As the four boys stood together, four young girls of about ten years in age came up to each boy and placed a lei around their necks, followed by a peck on the cheek. John smiled. Besides the blushing he saw on each boy's face, little bulges could be seen inside their pants. A teenage girl approached the man with a lei and after placing it around the neck, kissed John on the cheek as well.

"Let us proceed," as Aukai gave the command for everyone to return to the village.

It was quite a contrast for John when reviewing past visits. Over nearly seven years, he and the boys of that time looked forward to every trip. Although none of those boys would ever say such a thing, John realized that a variety would make sex more enjoyable. The five of them always had hot steamy sex ending in loads of cum either being swallowed or deposited in a tight ass. But going to Kalauka Island gave them new choices. All the boys from both islands, pre-teen, and teens, looked forward to every visit and also a chance to enjoy different-sex partners.

There was no way to recall exactly how many times John and the boys visited Kalauka Island. Over seven years, dozens of trips were made, at least once a month and many times twice. Whenever possible, Aukai and some of the boys would paddle over and spend a few days on Paradise Island. So certain months each year saw three exchanges.

Even though this covered seven years, it never seemed like the boys had grown up. Keeping themselves smooth and hairless always made John feel like he still had four little boys, even as they grew into their teenage years. One would think that year after year of living a naked sexual lifestyle would have grown tiresome, but that was never a concern. John hoped the same would prevail among the newest members of his family.

If it had been up to Mike, Matt, Chris, and Joshua, they would still be living with John enjoying the same lifestyle they had grown up in and loved. When the man brought up the subject of the boys needing schooling and education as a fallback, the boys understood that John was just looking after their best interests. So, one by one, each boy left Paradise Island and enrolled in the college of their choice with a fully funded trust account to cover four years. Yet every boy kept saying how much they missed being on Paradise Island and wished they were there. John thought he noted some jealousy from Matt, Chris, and Joshua that Mike used Lord Langley's contact as an excuse to return and spend a couple of weeks with John and to experience sexual fun with the new boys.

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Today started a whole new chapter. The people of Kalauka Island were older than when he first set foot on their shores. But having four new young boys ready to take pleasure in their unique lifestyle made this visit feel like the very first. He watched ,as the boys stared wide-eyed, as the group entered the forest canopy that hid the village from prying eyes from the sky. They passed the fields where crops were tended to for food and trade. John smiled as he watched the boys. He thought zippers would pop as four very stiff erections pushed against the front of the pants. Even Peter was sexually aroused, considering he had seen naked villagers for as long as he could remember. John walked next to the boy.

"You seem excited about being here," as the man's eyes darted to the obvious bulge of the boy. Peter seems to get embarrassed at being caught. John quickly calmed the boy.

"Hey! It's okay. Look at me," as he motioned for Peter to observe the man's evident excitement. "I've been coming here for seven years and still get excited every time I come to this village, and we haven't yet entered the village to be naked with everyone else.

"This is so unusual. Yes, I saw lots of naked people as we went to different islands, but my parents kept telling me how wrong they were not wearing clothing. I never did anything like sex with any other boy. Now I'm going to be naked and doing stuff."

"Do you wish you never came? You can still go back and wait for us on the Sea Ray."

"No! No! It's just so different."

"I promise you, Peter, that before the sun goes down today, these people will make you feel like you've lived among them all your life," getting a grin from the 11-year-old in return.

Soon the narrow path past the fields opened into a large area where the huts were located and into the heart of the Kalaukan village. Those who didn't go to welcome the visitors at the shore came to greet the newcomers, all naked, giving the boys their first glimpse of total nudity among a group of people of both genders and all ages.

Of the four boys, Corey seemed the most wide-eyed of them. Peter had seen many naked villagers in his travels. Carlos and Raphael, although not living in a total nude lifestyle on Lib Island, saw everyone naked when they went to the river to bathe. But despite that, all four boys were frozen trying to figure out how to react as the villagers came and hugged the boys or shook their hands.

"Does that bring memories?" as Aukai stood by John, having already discarded his sarong and standing naked next to the man. John couldn't help but admire the teenager to whom he had given the 'Rite Of Manhood' test and watched him grow up to become chief of the Kalaukan people.

"I guess I was as wide-eyed as those boys the very first time we came here. Having you come over to my island for sex was one thing; entering this village was a dream I'll always remember. The only sad part today is that your father isn't here to greet these new boys."

"Yes, I miss him greatly. Soon I must choose a bride to bear the next chief." Then Aukai's eyes lit up, "But tonight, I will experience you inside me like I did that very first time."

John gave a big grin. "I look forward to that."

"All right, let's take you and the boys to the hut so all of you can get undressed before joining us. As always, a feast is being prepared. Then afterward, the boys here are to give your new family the best fun of every kind they ever experienced."

The crowd parted to allow Aukai, John, and the boys to pass through as they were led to a hut very familiar to the man. For in every trip, he and the earlier boys he took to this island, inside this hut clothes were shed. Although they had come as guests, once they stepped outside to join all the villagers as naked as they were, they became like a part of the family. No one was judged on any physical attribute. All were equal. There was no clothing or jewelry to elevate any one person above another. Only the village chief wore a headdress signifying his position and authority when the occasion demanded it.

That changed to some extent, seven years earlier,when John and the boys living with him arrived. They were the very first outsiders allowed into a secret, well-hidden society. This was thanks to Aukai, when as a boy he took a chance to visit the new owner of their nearest neighbor. So it was natural, out of curiosity, to wonder how these lighter-skinned foreigners would react when confronted by an entire village whose tradition included nudity whenever possible. The Kalaukans were pleased with John and the boys as they easily adapted to their hosts' custom of not only lack of clothing, but also the enjoyment of sex between everyone, old and young.

"Are you guys ready?" John asked as all five stood naked ready to exit the hut and join the Kalaukan people. He looked at each boy who nodded his head. Only Raphael commented.

"My dick won't go down." Peter and Corey had the same issue. Only Carlos seemed to have control over his penis.

John smiled at the boys, gazing lustfully at the four young cocks he had enjoyed the past two months that were getting ready to expose themselves to an entire village of naked people. "Don't worry. They'll take it as a sign that you're anxious to join in their sex fun. Believe me, you'll get lots of attention. This hut is where we will sleep whenever the night's activities are over."

At that moment , the chief of the Kalaukan people, Aukai, entered the hut. Taking a look at the four boys, he then smiled at John. "This reminds me of your visits when you brought Chris, Matt, Mike, and Joshua. Now we have four new faces to add to our future memories of the times we will spend together."

"You knew my uncle?" Corey asked.

"I sure did. He and the others had a wonderful time when they were here and we were always anxious to meet again. Do you like sex as much as Joshua did?" getting a vigorous nod of the head.

"Then we're all going to have lots of fun together. Shall we go?" as Aukai opened the flap to the hut.

Led by John, the boys followed, not sure what to expect. It certainly wasn't the cheering of the village as they welcomed their new young visitors. The boys beamed with pride, as they were now the center of attention. Several of the younger boys nearer the 11-12-year-old ranges encircled the four and led them away to another part of the island.

"Have fun!" John shouted after them. Then he decided to test a theory he had been wondering about as the group proceeded to the main hut. "Aukai, let's talk about Lam Sin."

"Lam Sin?" The 19-year-old looked at John with a questioning gaze. "He's been dead for years. Why do you want to talk about him?"

John smiled. So the erasure of memories didn't include Aukai and anyone else on this island. It pretty much left him, Troy, and the adult boys back home as the only ones who will ever remember what happened to that Oriental and the humming cave. "Oh, nothing. I don't know why I brought his name up."

"Probably because of the rumors of new kidnappings," Aukai responded. "I heard about the recent one where four boys were taken. And as you know, they tried to take some of ours. I thought we had settled into a quiet and safe period after Lam Sin was gone."

John and Aukai walked along the packed dirt ground and entered the chief's hut. The man paused for a moment. "Anything wrong, John?"

"I just wanted to say a silent prayer to your father. I owe him a lot."

"Just as we owe you," as the two settled on some soft animal skins. "What made you think of Lam Sin?"

"I guess it's because the person who took over the empire when he died has himself been replaced."

"This Yang is no longer in power? Who oversees everything?"

"A former assistant, Chin Lee. I guess he couldn't wait any longer for promotion and eliminated the man he wanted to replace."

"Such greed for power causes men to be monsters and murderers. Is he like Lam Sin, sexually attracted to boys? That's why the kidnappings?"

John shook his head. "To me, it's worse. Chin Lee is selling boys to slavers."

Aukai looked at his friend with astonishment. "Slavers? That word hasn't been spoken among the islands for over 150 years since foreigners came and took men, women, and children to the Far East and beyond."

"From what I have learned so far, these boys are taken somewhere to northern Africa and put on slave blocks. Just like Lam Sin was, those bidding on these boys are looking for young sexual play toys."

Aukai shook his head. "As you know, we believe that sex is a wonderful thing that should be taught and enjoyed as early in life as possible. My father, and now I, knew that among societies today, such teachings are considered wrong and immoral. That's why we do our best to hide our village and protect the way we live.

"But John, I don't know how much longer we can keep this secret. People like Peter's parents are constantly searching for villages like ours to expose and convert. We've driven off some over the years, but I guess by doing so all it has done is given the perception that we must be doing something terrible that needs to be hidden. They may think we practice human sacrifices and are cannibals."

"You and your ancestors have done a wonderful job, but I share your concern. In America, where the Indians lived for many hundreds of years before settlers came and took away their land, most of their cultures are slowly dying. I read where many tribes are trying to preserve the language of their forefathers. They treated the land and all who dwelled upon it with reverence and respect. Today's youth wants nothing to do with the old ways."

"Do you think it will happen soon to us? Will my children find the allure of Western culture too appealing to resist? They have been questioning our lifestyles since the teachers who come here showed them what the outside world has to offer."

"Your father believed in education. He knew the risks of exposing the future of the Kalaukan people against what was available outside this island. Yet he felt strongly that whatever temptations existed, his people would never abandon the traditions and customs that are unique to your way of life."

"Can I tell you something that I hope won't upset you?"

"Nothing you say could upset me."

"You know how I argued with my father about coming to see you for the first time on your island and how he was against it?" John nodded his head recalling hearing the tug of war surrounding Aukai's desire to see John and the danger of exposing their secret lifestyle. "After your first visit, he expressed more concern."

John was surprised to hear that. "Really? I left your island feeling a great relationship had been grounded between your father and me."

"Don't get me wrong. He was glad to meet you and the boys. Afterward, he held a meeting with the elders, arguing over what this exposure could do to the future of the Kalaukan people. Some of the elders wanted to forbid you from coming back, but Father stated it was too late. All we could do was keep telling our people what we have and how important it is to preserve it."

"I had no idea Aukai. Did my visit begin the slow eroding of your civilization?"

The young chief smiled. "No, it didn't. When you offered to help rescue my brother and risk your own life to help us, even all the elders knew we had a good ally. We knew by then how much you and the boys were a lot like us. We shared the same love of enjoyment the human body can give, regardless of age. That's why Father wanted to make you an honorary member of the Kalaukan people."

John smiled. "I can now see how my initial visit might have raised some concerns. But we've had seven years to build an unbreakable relationship."

"I believe so too, John. Like I said a moment ago, I'm still afraid our days of secrecy are numbered."

"It's hard to hide with today's technologies and satellite imaging. This small island has no strategic value, so I assume it's not worth any close-up examination. Unless you make a formal request, no government will interfere. As for those who wish to change you, politely say no. Don't dwell upon it Aukai. You've done everything you can, as did your father, to protect and preserve your heritage."

"Thanks, John. Now before we go outside and join the others, I would enjoy some time with you in a more pleasant situation," getting a smile from the man.

"I was wondering when we were going to get to that. Maybe seven years have passed since that young boy first set foot on my island, but you're still as sexy as ever."

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To Be Continued