Here is the story I have written based on a dream. The Island Boy is real and I have met him several times over the past few months. We are hoping to make this fantasy a reality.
I hope you enjoy it.
Do not read if you are under your local legal age. Author retails all rights to this work.
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My Beautiful Island Boy
It is a cabin in the jungle. I like it here. It is very secluded far from civilization and prying eyes. Being rustic in appearance, you might think it is abandoned, but it is comfortable. It has a front porch with a covered awning and screens, a couple of chairs, and a couch with one bedroom, a living room, kitchen, and a bathroom. It's all I need.
As I sit on the porch there is a light rain falling. All of the foliage glistens with new moisture, the smells and sounds of the jungle are present and it is so relaxing. It is hot and humid, so I sit in my chair wearing only shorts and a t-shirt, nursing on a cold beer. I enjoy my time alone the peace and quiet but now I am anxiously waiting for him; My Beautiful Island Boy.
The rain is peaceful, but I am concerned. Will he come to me? Has the rain deterred him from visiting me? My fears are soon relieved as I see someone walking towards the cabin, down the down the dirt path.
Dressed in nothing but cotton shorts, he carries his flipflops and t-shirt in his hand. His chest glistens with rain, his shorts wet and baggy, and his beautiful long hair falls naturally across his shoulders also damp from the light drizzle. He is so beautiful, so sexy. As he comes near we can see it in each other's eyes, our shared passion for one another. No words are really necessary, we can feel it in our minds, our bones and hearts.
He opens the screened in porch door and stands before me, dropping the bundle he is carrying, then sits on my lap facing me. He puts his hands on my face, and I put mine on his and we go in for a long and slow passionate kiss. Our tongues gently dancing with one another as I run my fingers thru his damp locks and he rubs his hands on my chest. He can feel my hardness pressing into him and I can feel his too. We both know where this is going. It starts gentle and moves to intense, but it is not a violent intensity. Its pure passion mixed with a little bit of lust.
Our gentle kiss begins to get more heated as the moments go on. I release my mouth from his and dive on to his earlobe. I know it drives him crazy with delight when I do this, I lick and suck his ears and growl at the same time. Then I moved down his neck, his long hair covers my face as he moans to the heavens with his approval. His long hair gets into my mouth, but I don't care, I am happy to touch any part of his body. I love the smell of his hair, clean with dampness from the rain, it is so sexy!
We can hear the rain between our moans, the rain is getting heavier and we hear a thunder in the distance.
After a few moments he stops me and practically rips my shirt off and throws it across the porch then dives for my hard and sensitive nipples. This is my turn to moan in approval as he sucks one and tweaks the other, moving back and forth between each giving maximum pleasure to me willingly. He does not hesitate pleasing me, and I him, but he is in control now and I like it.
His nimble fingers find my hardness, still in the confines of my shorts and weeping with excitement. As he releases it to the open air, he looks up at me, smiling and a look of hunger on his face. I smile back at him, gently stroking his cheek and hair. He places my member in his mouth and sucks slowly but deliberately. He is so wonderful at this, I love it when he does it. He sucks with purpose then slowly takes it all in to the back of his throat. I moan out loud as he does it faster and deeper. He lets me control the pace as I gently grab his hair and force him down and as deep as I see fit. He takes me as deeply as he can without complaint.
It's time to take a break as he slathers his wet tongue across my balls getting them soaking with his spit, lovingly sucking on each gently. He goes further down and the chair creaks as I slouch back. He goes further down to my opening tasting every part of me. He becomes a little impatient and he spreads my legs and buries his tongue in my opening. This normally does nothing for me really but when he does it, it's different. He gives over to the total passion and pleasure, so I think that's why. I moan in ecstasy as he goes as deep as he can inside me and it feels wonderful.
There must be a storm coming, the rain is getting harder, we can hear it battering the roof of the porch.
As much as I enjoy his attention I must return the favor. My mouth waters in anticipation and my body quivers, I must taste his him, there is no choice, I have to have it.
During his ministrations he removed his shorts without me noticing but they were hooked to his foot. I stood him up and I saw his beautiful uncut cock waiving in the air. I reached down and pulled his shorts away and held them in my hands. I looked up and smiled at him and I playfully stuffed the shorts in my face and inhaled deeply so I could smell he essence. He snickered at me as I balled them up and threw them aside. Now it is my turn.
His skin covering the head slightly, is wet and dripping waiting for me to taste it. I dove in greedily tasting all of the fluids he had produced. My body has a rush of warmth as the taste registered on my tongue, a mix of excitement and lust. I love his taste, from his head to his toes and I have literally tasted it all. I sucked him with passion, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I could. I look up at him and he has a look of passion, excitement and love. As much as he loves pleasing me, I equally love giving him pleasure. With each throb of his member I can taste a little more of his essence.
I enjoy tasting him but there is one last thing I must do; I must taste his opening. I love doing it and I love his reaction.
The chair became a little cumbersome, so we both fell to the porch floor on a soft carpet I had laid there in preparation for his arrival. I firmly but lovingly rolled him over on to his stomach, his beautiful bubble butt raised in the air quaking with anticipation. I lay on top of him as I went after his sensitive ears and neck again, making him moan even louder than before. I stop and move my way down his back, flicking my tongue along his spine making him squirm. He knew what was coming as he gently spread is legs allowing me access to his most private spot. I inhaled again taking in the aroma. It is clean and tainted with the light sweat that he was producing. I dragged my tongue across his sensitive opening, going deeper with each pass wanting to taste him completely. I then started licking him like a man possessed, starving for his essence, and the overwhelming desire to please him. He roared his lustful approval and desire wanting me inside him as much as possible with my tongue. His legs shook, body quivered, and he moaned and squeaked with passion as I administered my oral skills to him. His opening was pulsing and wet and he was ready to receive me inside him. He reached back and spread his fleshy mounds apart inviting me in. An invitation I could not refuse. I took my hardness and lined up with his hot wet opening, and gently slid inside. After a moment I was in him.
We noticed the thunder grew louder and the rain became more intense and the wind blew.
He is so hot and wet inside! Our parts fit together with perfection. As I lay on top of him filling him deeply we both revel in the thrill and feelings we have for each other. We both like a good fuck, but now we are making love. I gently withdrew a little and firmly pushed back into him, bottoming out inside him as he moaned loudly. I love being inside him so much. I have never felt this pleasure and love from anyone else before. My thrusts became more urgent as I tried my hardest to get inside him as much as possible. He cheered my efforts by uttering his approval with his moans becoming louder and louder. This makes me happy and more passionate with every stroke.
He stopped me, kissing me deeply and then lay me on my back. Hovering over me he got into position and slowly descended on me, taking my rampant member inside him once more. He gently rocked back and forth as my hands ran across his chest and gently stroking his hair. We look into each other eyes, never loosing focus, never looking away. I can see it, it is the love and passion we have for each other. I take his head into my hands and kiss him deeply then our foreheads touch, never loosing eye contact. He rides me as I thrust back into him occasionally pushing hard into him making him moan louder. He eyes become wide and we can both see it in our eyes. Things are turning from slow passionate love to hot passion, a fire that cannot be contained.
The storm has arrived, the wind blew, rain pelted the cabin and the thunder got closer.
We were now in heat with desire and knew that it would be soon where we would become one again. Our bodies shook with anticipation, covered in sweat and fluids produced by our love making. Our lips touched, our hands roamed wherever we could reach, maximizing our pleasure. We knew it would be any moment now. We didn't want this to end but we also desired the rush of our mutual orgasms, our proof of our love and passion. Any moment now...
Our moans and lustful screams could almost be heard over the driving rain. We knew we were alone in the jungle but at this moment we would have not cared. We were in the throes of passionate love, nothing could stop us now. Almost there...
We saw it at the same time, our eyes, locked, our hearts stopped for a moment, we saw into each other souls at that precise moment and time almost stopped. We saw our futures and pasts, our demons and angles, we saw everything. Then with one final push, our bodies froze, then it happened...
With a crack of thunder, our screams of passion and love echoed against the wooden walls of the cabin, billowing out into the rain-soaked world around us. We held each other tightly as his love splashed out between us and mine deep inside him at the exact same moment.
As we came down from our passionate high, no words were said. He simply kissed me and laid on top of me. Neither cared about the mess we had made, our deflating members retracting to normal size. We were both a sticky mess, covered in sweat and cum, his hair all tangled, we were a total mess!
The rain drove on and we walked out, naked, into the cooling rain. We washed our bodies off, cleaning each other lovingly.
As we went back on to the porch out of the rain, we laid on the carpet again, cuddling, nude to the world. Our passion sated again, but as we are both aware, not for long. Now, we must rest.
We noticed...the rain slowed down back to a light drizzle as we fell asleep in each other's arms.
We were awoken by the birds chirping in the distance. The first wave of storms had passed but we could smell the rain in the air. We knew the storm was coming again.
With me on my back, my beautiful island boy lay beside me. As we opened our eyes we saw the smoldering passion, a passion temporarily quelled by our love making earlier, but we had to have one another again. He kissed me deeply and I could feel my reaction in my loins once more. This boy has such an effect on me, he arouses me with just a look, a look that I have not seen in anyone else.
He works his way down from my lips, down my chest to my hardness. He expertly takes me into his mouth again, slowly pleasing me once more. I am normally the man who gets inside of him, but I have the desire for him to enter me. I look down at him expressing this desire but there are no words necessary, he can read my thoughts. His eyes glisten with excitement with the knowledge of what's to come. I do not do this for every boy, only him.
I lift my legs into the air, exposing my opening to him and he dives in greedily licking it with lustful desire making it wet in preparation for his entry. His sucking and licking sounds fill the air mixed with my moan of appreciation, I can feel his saliva dripping on to the carpet we lay on.
The sounds of our passion are soon drowned out. The rain and wind have started again.
I have to have inside me! I want him to take to that special place most have never known, and the desire to have him inside me has taken over my thoughts and actions. I pull his head away from his ministrations and look into his eyes and nod. He gives me a wide smile and is almost giddy with excitement!
My beautiful island boy does not have a very large member, but that's ok with me. It is the perfect size and don't care if it was larger or smaller for that matter. What matters is the person that it's attached to and how he uses it. He never disappoints.
I raise my legs in the air offering myself to him. He accepts by placing his member against it and slowly enters me. I hiss with a little discomfort for a moment, but I ignore it because the feeling of him inside me outweighs a few seconds of pain. With a small push he is all the way inside me as we look into each other's eyes and see the flames of passion rising again.
At that moment we heard thunder in the distance and the rain fell harder on the roof of the porch.
He slowly withdrawals and pushes back inside me deeply. I pull his face close to me and kiss him hard, our tongues twisting, while wrapping my legs around him, pulling him into me in an attempt to get maximum body contact and depth of his rampant cock inside me. The pace and passion increase as he alternates between slow deep entry to rapid strokes, which I love.
As he continues on his head is laying on my shoulder and I pull him into me hard, giving a slight hair pull holding him tightly against me. We are covered in sweat and the rain blowing thru the screens on the porch and our moans escalate. I can almost feel his body melting into mine, we can feel our racing hearts in our chests, and we feel the time is drawing near again to become one again.
The rain starts to pour down, so hard that you cannot see across the jungle. The thunder is getting closer once more.
I pull his head back and put my hands on his face and he stops and places his hands on mine. We see the burning in our eyes again as he resumes his love making inside me. His thrusts and firm and deep, so deep I can feel him inside my soul. I stare into his eyes and he into mine, we knew the end was coming soon. With each push I would pull him deeper into me wrapping my legs around him, but we never removed our hands from our faces, never lost eye contact. It's coming again...
With his mouth open, moaning with each thrust his body makes a final deep push we both scream our passions to the world! The thunder shook the cabin at that moment and I could feel him placing his love inside me and my offering poured between us.
Both of us exhausted, moaning like wounded animals, he lay on top of me, his forehead resting on mine, our sweat and seed combining both inside and outside of our bodies. I felt his member recoil and leave my body. It left an empty feeling but only physically, the depth of feelings and passion still filled me.
As we lay together, the clouds broke, and the sun was setting, the storm was over. We sat on the comfy couch on the porch, me behind him, as he sat in front of me with my arms around him. I got up for a moment to get a blanket for us because it was starting to get a little cool. We didn't bother getting dressed, we sat naked with a light blanket covering us, watching the sun set, my head on his shoulder, his head leaning against mine. No words were necessary, we knew how we felt.
As darkness fell we retreated to the bed we often shared. We were tired and spent but fulfilled, our passion was expressed again. His naked warm body is next to mine, his head on my chest and sleep took him over. I gently stroked his hair feeling so fortunate that I have this boy in my life. As those thoughts crossed my mind, I smiled and fell asleep. Tomorrow will be a new day.
The fire had been extinguished again, but the spark remains always.