This is my first story I hope you enjoy and any helpful comments regarding this story would be appreciated as it will help me refine my writing style to hopefully make subsequent attempts more enjoyable. This story begins rather normal but as it progresses it will start to get more fantastical. And now for the usual preamble.
This is a work of fiction and does not in any way endorse behaviour that is illegal in your area, including but not restricted to underage viewing of pornographic material, viewing pornographic material in a location where it is forbidden, viewing pornographic material of a homosexual nature, viewing pornographic material involving minors, viewing material involving not quite humans of a mythic persuasion. You get the gist. If for whatever reason you shouldn't be viewing this story; don't. If you choose to do so then the author is not liable for your actions. This story will contain graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse involving a teenage boy and, adult males, Anthropomorphised animals, some less than anthropomorphised animals, fantasy creatures, non-consensual sex and possible other situations if requested or I think them up as I'm writing. This part contains teenage boy self-masturbation and consensual sex between a teenage boy and an adult male.
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Island of Indulgence: A boy named Michael
On a cold Halloween morning, an average 13 year old boy awakens on his birthday. He gets out of bed and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He sees a 5'3 boy with a lean build, smooth white skin, short styled blonde hair and piercing emerald green eyes staring back at him. He flashes a grin at his reflection and then begins to smile thinking of all those girls, and some boy too, whose hearts have fluttered at this gesture. He takes a quick look around his room, sees the clothes he is going to wear for the day balled up on the floor where he took them off the day before. He takes a sniff at his armpits and grimaces. He really should have taken a shower after basketball practice last night. But oh well it's not like he needs to go anywhere today, Plenty of time to take a shower and then get dressed.
He steps into his small en suite bathroom drops the figure hugging white boxer shorts and steps into the shower. He turns on the water and gasps at the cold water running over his flawless skin. Nothing like a cold dowsing to shake any lingering tiredness away he thinks. As the water begins to warm up he relaxes a little and begins to apply shower gel all over his body and into his hair. He rinses his hair free of suds and begins to work over the rest of his body. He gives his smooth hairless pits a thorough scrubbing to get rid of the previous day's exertions. He rubs soft hands across his flat chest brushing for just the barest of moments over his rigid nipples standing to attention due to the previous cold water and to the light touch of his hand. As he reaches lower he begins to wash his 5 inch, uncircumcised penis, the feelings evoked by his soaped up hand is just starting to take effect thinking of nothing in particular his quickly stiffening member demanding that some action be taken, he slowly rolls back his foreskin to reveal his shiny purple headed dick end he washes the skin all around while thinking what it would be like to replace his soaped up hand with the willing hole of someone else for the first time. Michael, for that was his name, knew that while most men and boys liked to use the holes in women to provide such great feelings of pleasure, he also knew that some men and boys found other men preferable for providing the amazing feeling that is an orgasm. Personally Michael doesn't care all he wants is to find out if it is different when another person is providing the hole. Thrusting his hips back and forward into his soapy palm he begins to feel that tingling sensation that lets him know that he is getting close to that delicious release of sexual energy, moving his hips faster and faster, feeling the soft skin on his palm slide across his hot throbbing shaft. He braces himself with his other hand on the shower wall as with three more swift sharp thrusts he sprays his hot sticky white load over his hand and the shower wall. For three months he had been able to actually shoot cum, a feat that he was quite proud of himself for, he had even tried some as he had seen a porn clip where a person had it in their mouth. He thought the taste was great salty and sweet at the same time. He washed off what was on him and wiped the bit that was on the wall away. He switched off the shower and stepped out into the steamy little bathroom and began to dry himself with a nice fluffy towel. When he was mostly dry he went to the sink and began to brush his even, white teeth.
After Michael had finished his morning routine, he wandered back into his room with the towel wrapped round his waist. He wandered over to his balled up clothes and bent down to pick them up as he did so the towel slipped from his waist. Bent over as he was he could see his reflection in the mirror through his legs. In the mirror he could see his firm small buttocks and a tight, bright pink pucker between them his small testicles and hairless ball sack swinging beneath it and just a peek of his dick peeking from them all. But that was not all he saw in that mirror. There was something blurry in the corner as though the steam from the bathroom had clouded up one section of the mirror and barely visible in that mist were two vivid indigo eyes. Michael quickly straightened himself and retrieved his towel and looked intently at the mirror. Nothing was out of the ordinary no fogged section no eyes and nothing unusual at all. Backing across the room Michael picked up his clothes never taking his eyes off the strange mirror. Even whilst pulling on some clean tight camouflage print boxers, his already worn jeans and loose t-shirt. He eventually backed out of his room and closed the door.
He descended the stairs and proceeded to the kitchen for some breakfast. He checked the clock on the wall; it was nearly 10 in the morning. The room was empty He knew his dad was working away on an oil rig and wouldn't be back until next month, and Michael knew his mum wouldn't be in bed and if she was in the house she would have heard him having a shower and been making him some breakfast for when he got downstairs. It was unusual for his mum not to be in the house on a Saturday but not unheard of she was the local handy person if someone had a leak or an electrical fault, the people in the small village in which they lived wouldn't call a plumber or electrician they would call Michaels mum. He didn't mind it meant that the people in the village were always nice to him offering him sweets and drinks whenever they saw him. He didn't even mind that it was on his birthday. With his dad working away as much as he did Michael's birthday was often celebrated much more enthusiastically when the whole family was together, he would get presents and cards and usually did some activity with his mum on the 31st of October but the real parties were generally more flexible. Michael settled down to his bowl of cereal and started thinking about the camping trip that he and his mum would be doing this weekend. He already had his backpack packed with some clean clothes tooth paste and tooth brush. A tin mug and cutlery for his meals, a couple of packs of dehydrated soup a small first aid kit, a Swiss army knife his dad had given to him last Christmas, a good quality sleeping bag strapped underneath his rucksack and a couple of other bits and pieces. Putting on his shoes over his socks he decided to check he hadn't forgotten to pack anything in his backpack and headed off into his room. Having a quick look through and deciding that he had pretty much anything he needed he zipped it up and looking at it wondering just how heavy it actually was he hoisted it onto his back. It was a little bit heavy but nothing majorly problematic. And just as he turned his head he once again caught a glimpse of something unusual in his mirror, He had almost forgotten it but as he turned to look full on into the mirror the image didn't fade as it had done earlier the whole mirror was now misted and the indigo eyes were in a dark shadow roughly the size and shape of a grown man, but behind that shadowy figure weren't the reflections of his red and white wall paper but the greens of a forest. Taking a step towards the mirror Michael touches the surface of the glass and instead of the cold hard smooth surface he felt nothing. Michael quickly withdrew his hand in shock and wonder. The shadowy figure who had been watching Michael made a beckoning gesture for Michael to follow, and then turned and began to walk away.
Without knowing why Michael reached out and touched the mirror once again and still finding no resistance carried on pushing forward and passed through the frame. His room dissolved away into nothing and there was nothing but a blur of colours until with an almost audible mental snap everything came back into focus. He was standing on a small hill looking towards a small forest thick with trees of all types and shades of green, behind him lay a small beach and what looked to be an ocean. There was no sign of the shadowy figure that beckoned him forward moments ago, and no sign of how he got here or how to get back. After a few moments of blind panic at being lost with no idea of what had happened to him and no idea where he was. He had just settled down on a small rock to try and think through his problem when he noticed a person walking up the beach towards him. As the new arrival got closer Michael could make out some of the man's features. It was definitely a man somewhere in his mid to late twenties. He had shortish red hair a muscular build, and about 5'10 tall. When the man finally reached Michael it was clear that he was clear shaven and that he had blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight.
"Hey" the man said, "I'm Colin, what's your name?"
"Michael. Where am I?"
"Well that is a bit of a long story and you may want to wait until we can get a camp set up. Because believe me when night rolls in you are much better off not out in the open."
"I don't have a tent I only have a few bits of camping equipment"
"Well I will help you build a rough shelter, there is plenty of wood in the forest there, and at this time of day there isn't much to worry about as long as you can still see the beach. So come on hop to it and collect as much wood as you can of all shapes and sizes and we will sort you some shelter"
After several long hours of hauling branches, sticks and logs to the little hill Michael and Colin finally managed to create a small one roomed little shack, nothing fancy but Colin pronounced it adequate. And so Colin dug a quick fire pit and placed some of the remaining wood into the pit and set it alight. The sun was starting to lower in the sky but according to Colin there was still a few good hours of daylight left.
"So where am I Colin?" Asked Michael as they sat in front of the fire sipping one of the soups he had packed
"This is called the Island of Indulgence. It's a strange place there are few limits here regarding what is considered right and wrong. There are only really three rules. One, you may not kill another creature on this island. Two, you may not enter another creatures home without being invited in. And three, money is forbidden."
"They are pretty weird rules"
"I did say this was a strange place. You will find that this place is all about discovering your own personal sexual delights and helping to provide others with their sexual delights."
"What, but I'm only 13" yelped Michael
"Well there are some people, like myself, who love younger guys in particular."
"But I have never done anything with anyone before"
"Wow, then I really have struck it lucky, and In all honesty you have probably done so, as well. In this place even rape is considered fair game, that's why the no entry unless invited rule is there to allow people to avoid or recover without constant fear. But I am not particularly interested in making you do something that you are not up for. But I would love to be your first time. I will go at your pace and be respectful of your boundaries."
"I erm, I don't know what to do and besides I don't really know you"
"Don't worry I will show you what's what. And as I said we can take it slow. There is a lot about this place that you will probably need to know. Firstly there is no disease on this island so you need not worry about getting sick or contracting anything. Second there is nothing poisonous here so you can try and eat pretty much anything the only problem with that is that it might not taste nice. Third there are a lot of creatures on this island of all different shapes, sizes, persuasions, and temperaments. If it can speak then it is one of the creatures who should not be killed."
"Okay, I understand so far. But what should I do I want to go home."
"Ah, there is a small problem with that once you are here you cannot leave for a year, and once you leave you may never return. But there is nothing to say you can't stay for longer than a year after one year has passed you can leave at any time,"
"A year, but my parents will be worried about me. I can't stay here"
"Your parents know you are here. I thought you knew. When a child reaches their 13th birthday they are sent off to this place, to live, enjoy and experience all manner of things. I thought that was why you had a packed back pack I assumed you knew."
"No I didn't know any of this."
"Well you are here now, try to enjoy it."
And with that Colin placed his lips onto Michael's soft lips. Michael pulled away after moment, breathing fast.
"I thought you wouldn't do anything I didn't want you to"
"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy that kiss?" Colin replied
"I didn't say that. But I didn't expect you to kiss me"
"If you don't want me to do something say no and I will stop."
And with that Colin leaned in to kiss Michael again, This time when Michael didn't pull away Colin, slowly worked Michael's mouth open with his tongue and began to caress the teenagers slick wet tongue with his own. After a breathless few moments Colin pulled away and Michael slumped forward obviously not wanting to break the contact. Colin chuckled and slowly began to lift the younger man's T-shirt feeling that smooth hairless skin and the sensitive nipples as he worked it over Michaels head. With a growl of desire Colin then began to lick the small raised bumps of the boy's nipples, gently nipping them and hearing the boy moan in pleasure. Colin then began to trace his tongue lower down Michael's chest. Colin fumbled with the boy's jeans finally getting them free, never once losing contact with the supple skin of Michael's abdomen.
As Michaels jeans were removed along with his shoes Colin lifted his head to stare into those beautiful green eyes, wide as saucers staring at the man who was providing the first sexual contact with another person. Already Colin could feel the blood rushing to his groin at the pleasure both he and Michael would soon be enjoying. But Colin knew to enjoy this moment he would have to take his time as it isn't every day you get to enjoy a virgin. So with a quick kiss on Michael's mouth Colin slowly lowered himself to Michaels underwear covered bulge. Breathing in the clean scent of teenage boy coming from Michael's crotch, Colin began to kiss all over the material moving one hand to the waistband to remove them once the suspense had managed to build to the point where they were both almost ready to climax. Then with swift deft figures Colin removed Michael's boxer shorts to reveal a hard 5 inch uncircumcised penis. Colin thought to himself that this is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With the tip of his tongue Colin licked from Michaels balls along the underside of his delicious dick all the way up to the tip. He then opened his mouth and took it in feeling the small cock in his mouth. Hot and throbbing twitching at every slight touch, Colin began to work every inch of Michael's teenage prick, with every trick he knew. Using his lips to pull back Michael's foreskin, flicking his tongue across his piss slit, going as fast as he could. Tweaking the boy's nipples with his fingers, massaging the boy's tight buttocks with his other hand building a tantalising rhythm. Then with barely a moments warning Michael gasped and Colin felt the hot sticky salty sweet nectar that is boy spunk fill his mouth. Once, twice, thrice, four shots. Colin swallowed it greedily wanting more even knowing he would have to wait a little before he could get another batch.
I hope you enjoyed this instalment and that some of you will help to make this a better story, I will pick up the next piece of this story with a bit more from Colin and Michael and then we will see where that leads. Constructive criticism is always appreciated as are compliments and suggestions.
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