Lost in the Island Part Four by John Galaor
Category: adult gay stories, oral sex and anal intercourse.
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Some lines from the end of Part Three.
Robert turned slowly for his husband to get horny with the sight.
"You like it?"
"Let me feel your butts wearing this."
Robert turned to present his butts to John that caressed them over the fine tissue of the panties.
"Them suit you perfect, Robbie. You are going to be the perfect wife I need."
"Oh, John. I have not words."
"You like the panties?"
"So much as you would, John."
"Perhaps you wore the panties of your mum, as an adolescent; isn't it?"
"How you know?"
"All fine boys like you were probably tempted to do it."
"That's true. I did it. I also tried his make up a few times."
"And you loved to watch the sport boys naked in the showers."
"Yeah, that also."
Part Four
"OK, now you have to dance the hula for me."
"Dance the hula? How's that?"
"You never watched in the movies the Hawaiian dancers?"
"Well, I never had any interest in them. They were girls dancing."
"Well, now you have to play the Hawaiian girl for me. You have to imagine how they were doing."
"But I do not know."
"It is a matter of moving your ass to make a male horny."
"But how would I do this?"
"It is a matter of intuition. You must know something about how to make a man horny."
After some hesitations, Robert began to move his ass seductively. As he was trying to invent a seductive dance, Robert recalled some video he saw in the house of his cousin Mark. His cousin was a horny young man that even showed Robert the bulging he had in his pants. He was probably trying to seduce Robert, but Robert resisted the temptation. Then, Mark did not dare to push farther the wooing and he saw a video of some Hawaiian female dancers moving sideways their asses. After a while watching, Mark was hornier than before, and asked Robert to dance the hula for him. Robert was them twelve years old and danced a little for his cousin. But Mark asked him to strip his pants off and dance in his underwear to look more like a Hawaiian dancer. Robert was afraid of being caught dancing in his underwear and did not. Now, recalling the video he saw some eight years ago, started to act like a Hawaiian dancer.
"Wowwww!!" Cheered John. "This is real horny!!!"
Robert felt flattered and tried to improve his dance by moving his ass sideways why showing his rear to John.
"I had married a real Hawaiian bitch dancer!"
Robert was pleased with the praises, and was beginning to accept being called a bitch.
"You are doing a great horny dance, Robbie."
"Do I?" asked Robbie shyly.
"Come here. I got another surprise for you."
"Another surprise?"
"Yeah. Come and sit here."
Robert sat before John, eager to see what was the surprise. John took out a small bag from the bigger bag. He opened the little bag saying,
"It's woman bag. It has this... cha-changgg!! a pink lipstick! and some make up."
"A lipstick? I am not going to wear that on my lips."
"You are going to do what I tell you. Here it is. I am going to paint your lips and make you look like a real horny bitch."
Robbert did not liked to be called a horny bitch at all.
"Put your lips forward a little."
Robert did it and John started to paint his lips.
"That it's. Now you look like a real bitch."
"I do not like to look like a real bitch."
John produced a small mirror from the little bag.
"Look your face here. You will see you look like... like a pretty young lady."·
Robert loved much better to be called a pretty young lady. He watched his face in the mirror and do not he looked a decent girl. He was fearing to look like a cheap whore. John had not over-painted his lips. He had painted his lips in a discreet manner. As would do the horny daughter of an evangelist preacher.
"You like it?"
"Yeah."
"Here is another surprise."
"Another surprised?"
John produced a bra from the bag.
"I hope it would be your size."
"My size?"
"Of course. Depending on the size of the boobs... so is the bra size."
"But I have not boobs."
"You can have an implant of silicone."
"An implant?"
"Shut up. And let me put you this bra."
John hitched the bra on the back of Robert.
"But... I have not boobs."
"You can stuff some material in to make the boobs."
John produced some pieces of underwear and started to stuff the bra cups.
"Here you are. You look like the real thing." Said John.
Robert looked that the bra he was wearing.
"You look like a real horny girl looking for a date." Said John that was aware Robert do not liked being called a bitch.
"A real horny girl?"
"More like my girlfriend, I would say."
"Do I look like your girlfriend?"
"Of course. Since I met you yesterday I thought, 'this boy looks like my girlfriend'."
"Do you broke with her?"
"Yeah. She hated to suck dick."
"She don't liked it?"
"She hated also to take it up the ass."
"You do not liked to fuck in her cunt?"
"It was a risk. Sometimes I had not condoms. And I was also fearing that she would perforate some of my condoms. She was impatient to make me marry her."
"And you not wanted to get her regnant."
"I wanted to surf for a couple of years, before start work-slaving five days a week to pay a home mortgage and to feed a family and big dog."
There was a pause and John said,
"Enough talk. Go back and dance the hula."
Robert started to dance again. It took a while for him to get into the mood of dancing. After half a minute he was again into the spirit of dancing.
"You look like a great bitch hula dancer." Said John.
Robert replied turning around to make the skimp skirt of palm leaves to rise up showing off his panties.
"Come here, honey."
Robert approached to John that caressed his butts over the panties that were of a tissue like silk. It gave the feeling that he was caressing the butt of his girlfriend.
John grabbed the body of Robert and pushed it on the floor. He made the boy lay on his belly and spread out his legs, than kneeling on the floor began to caress his butts over the panties.
Robert felt like a real girl and thought "he is eager to fuck my ass".
This idea caused an electric discharge, a bolt of excitement, through his body. His ass hole quivered nervously awaiting. But John was not in a hurry and continued kneading the butt muscles of Robert over her panties.
Robert was getting impatient. What was he waiting for? He resisted the temptation of taking his panties off. He thought it was better to let John act as he pleased, for in the end, he was like his property, his wife for life in a desert island.
Then, after a while John began to pull down the panties of Robert. He raised up his ass to make it easy to pull them off without braking the thin tissue of the panties. Then, once the panties off, Robert roused up his ass inviting John to come in.
John looked at Robert ass-cunt and had an idea. He took the lipstick from the bag, and started to paint the labia majora of the cunt.
"Now it looks like a real cunt."
"What have you done?"
"I painted the big lips of your cunt."
"The bigger lips? What that?"
"You have never seen a cunt, have you? It has on the outside thick lips, and two inner thinner ones near the entrance."
"Two inner lips?"
"I am going to paint them."
After some seconds, John painted the labia minora on the cunt of his girl friend.
"Now, it looks like a real cunt. Now let me put some hand cream in your cunt to make it slippery."·
"Why slippery?"
"To make the fuck last longer. I will be fucking you for an hour."
"Are you joking? You're gonna wreck my ass."
"Do not chicken out. Your ass can take a lot of hard dick."
"But yesterday... even this morning, I was limping. My ass was in pain all day."
"You have taken dick much better than my former girl-friend. She was complaining for nearly a week that I had wrecked both her cunts."
"She was complaining?"
"Yeah. Boys take dick more bravely."
"More bravely?"
"Boys can take and enjoy a rough fuck much better than girls."
"Why is that?"
"Because... they are stronger. And they were taught to think, 'boys don't cry'. You can tell a young twink, 'take it up like a man'. And he does."
"Oh, yeah. Boys don't cry. I've heard that a lot."
"Now shut up."
With this phrase, John's dick plunged suddenly in Robert's ass-cunt. The poor bitch gave out a shriek of pain. The shrilly cry of pain flattered John's cock power; the cry of pain was like a feminine tribute to the raw power of his dick.
"Did it hurt, honey?" Asked John a little in mockery.
"Oh, John, you're such a brute!"
"What?"
"You nearly killed me."
"Oh, dear. I was not intending to hurt you."
John was insincere. Mostly half joking.
"My ass is still sensible!"
"Sensible of what?"
"Of all the fucks it has taken, John."
"Well, now the dick is all in. Now you are going to profit of all the pleasure."
"Please, John. Don't be rough. I'm still a virgin."
"Still a virgin?" said John sarcastic.
"Almost."
"Why? You need a bigger dick to loose your virginity?"
"No. It's that... virginity... it does not wear off in a single night. It is fading off slowly with the practice."
"Fade off with practice?"
"Yeah. You cannot plunge down like a swimmer jumping from a spring board."
"Ok, I'll be careful next time with my... virgin wife."
Even if it was the third penetration in Bobbie's ass, the dick of John was stretching the sphincter at a maximum. For the ass cavity has a tendency to shrink to recover its original tightened state.
The thickness of the John's dick began to stretch out the anal and sphincter access. The stretching was sending signs of alarm to the brain that began to produce a great flood of dopes, epinephrine, oxytocin, vasopressine. But the brain of Bobbie was producing great amounts of dopamine to counter the stress caused by the stretching on the ass the dick of John was causing.
So, Bobbie began to feel like drugged, but not the sort of sleepy drugging, for the epinephrine put Bobbie's heart to pump at 100 beats per minute. His blood pressure was soaring at a pressure higher than 150
John was regaining power and roughly pumping Bobbie's ass.
Each time the huge dick pushed in great pressure wave compressed the prostate of Bobbie. The pressure caused a train of electric pulses towards the pleasure center of Bobbie's brain.
Bobbie was delighted; he was like in the heavens of a bottom as the powerful dick was wrecking havoc in his ass. His sphincter muscles were like burning.
John was in not haste to have an orgasm. Then he was pumping a little slower to make it last longer. The pleasure was not such intense, but he had the idea that he would be fucking Bobbie's ass for an hour. He never had been fucking an ass for an hour. He wanted to know if this was possible.
Then he was enjoying the routine of fucking slowly, trying to delay the orgasm as long as possible.
After some like ten minutes, Bobbie, was getting impatient. His prostate and sphincter were tired of so much tear and wear. The ordinary dopes of his brain that started with the initial stretching of the ass, were showing sings of being exhausted.
We all had felt this many times in life. Then you are praying for your top to ejaculate soon in your ass. For the ejaculation is like a liberation, it gives you a feeling of victory, a blessing of sorts. For the jeez is also full dopamine and neurotransmitters that are absorbed by fine blood vessels. The absorbed new doses of dope go directly to pleasure center on bottom's brain.
But we we had not arrived yet at this point. John was enjoying a slow pace of fucking, trying to delay the as much as possible the ejaculation. Bobbie was beginning to get bored with this way of being fucked. Then initial dope was wearing off. He was being a little tired when he turned his head the other side, he saw like a shade that moved.
John was entertained fucking, trying to think on other matters, to delay the moment of ejaculation. His dick had been loosing pressure when he soon felt like a shadow moving. He rose his head to the right, and he was amazed and a little shocked. A huge black man was looking down at him.
At first he only saw a huge naked black man with a huge hung.
The black man rubbed his huge dong and said,
"Don't worry! Keep fucking!"
"What?"
"Keep fucking, man. It is the best thing we can do in this forsaken island."
"But..."
"Do not loose your concentration, man. Keep going." Said the black smiling.
John realized that he should continue fucking Bobbie, for it would give a wrong impression in the black man. But it took a while for John to recuperate the total needed pressure he needed for a good fuck. He was a little worried by the black man looking at him. He started also to worry that the black man could be watching his naked ass.
"I had seen a few white men, fucking with more energy than that." Said the black man.
This comment made John a little bit more nervous and it took an extra effort to recover his former might. For he looked at the black man that looked at him with a little mocking smile.
John was fearing he would be unable to have an orgasm with the black man watching.
Being aware of the state of nervous of John, the black said,
"OK. I will going out for a walk. Keep fucking nicely."
Then, the black leaved walking on the beach letting John to resume his interrupted copulation.
It took to John an eternity to regain his power, and to achieve an orgasm. He could not believed what had occurred to him. Perhaps, this was caused for he was not used to fuck in the presence of other people. Moreover, the black man was such a great specimen, that John felt a little threatened as well as quite impressed.
After the ejaculation John's dick was soon extracted. He was a little nervous watching the black man at at a distance; like 300 yards or so. The black man had turned back and was coming again where John and Bobbie were.
End of fourth part.
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