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Paradise Found - Chapter 11
When my lover rolled us onto our sides with his cock still hard and secured inside my tunnel, we started making out again. Naturally this led to another round of wild sex with Kelau cumming twice and me three times. When we were totally spent, we drifted into deep slumber just as the sun was beginning to peek at the horizon.
I wasn't sure of the time when I awoke, and Kelau looked like he was still in a deep sleep. I think he was dreaming about our acrobatics because he had a smile on his handsome face.
I made a move towards the beach, and found myself aggressively tackled from behind. Kelau scrambled between my legs and quickly brought his pole to my back door.
"Where you off to, Nicky? I want to say good morning."
Kelau let out a hearty laugh and quickly worked his snake all the way into me. One of his arms between my shoulder blades was keeping me pressed into the sand, while his other arm worked its way under me until his hand found my left nipple. I was completely immobilized, but the stimulation was rapidly giving me a hard-on. Kelau vigorously thumped my buns with his hips, and I did my best to raise up my ass at least a little.
"Oh-iiks" (hot damn or holy shit in Palauan), your ass is so fine, Nick; I am nearly there already."
In the instant he said "nearly there", Kelau jetted six bursts of his hot seed into my tunnel.
"That makes, what, five times Nicky?"
"Seven if you count the two you fired off in your sleep."
"No shit? I came twice in my sleep? Did you blow me?"
"Ha ha, you horndog. You're good but you're not THAT good. Five is the official count since midnight."
Kelau rolled me onto my back and he spread himself on top of me, taking extra care to anoint my lips. I returned those fervent kisses, but groaned when he leaned on my bladder.
"I gotta take a wiz, Kelau. Will you let me up?"
"Only if you promise to put that blue thong back on your hot ass."
"I will if you'll wear your black speedo suit."
"Done".
So I relieved myself behind a palm tree and pulled on my thong. It was then that I noticed the gray sky to the west. It didn't look good, and the ocean was pretty choppy.
"Hey, Kelau? You think maybe we should head back before the storm settles in?"
"Shit, yes. That looks like a bad one, and it's moving fast."
"Too bad. We were going great guns to break that record."
"We can continue at my place once we secure the boat."
We made quick work of taking down the shelter and gathering up all of our belongings. In one trip we got all of it into the boat and headed across the worsening conditions. Kelau's little motorboat bobbed like a cork between the growing swells. Neither of us spent so much as a split-second thinking about sex as we traveled back. When his dock was in sight, we relaxed a little, but the storm was still gathering strength.
We pulled up to his pier, fastened both the bow and stern with the mooring ropes, and scampered up the path to Kelau's front door as rain began sprinkling. We weren't in the house two minutes and the downpour commenced. Thunder followed shortly after. The tapping of the rain on Kelau's tin roof sounded like so many toy soldiers with drums. My hot lover rummaged in his boxes and cabinets for adequate food for a meal and we chowed down on tuna, saltine crackers and cheese spread in a can. We washed that down with warm Sprite. Kelau let out a humongous belch.
"Good burp, Kelau."
"Yeah........let's fuck, Nicky."
He grabbed me around the waist and led me into his tiny sleep area. We dropped to the mattress and quickly disposed of the scant clothing we had on (my thong, his speedo). My lover kneaded my lips with his, and worked my buns with his strong hands. He rolled on top of me and licked my bottom lip.
"God, Nicky. Just looking at you makes me hard now. What say we make a serious attempt to break my all-time fuck record?"
"You never did mention what the record was. How many times in a single day, Kelau? And WHERE. And with WHOM?"
He paused his attack and looked at me seriously.
"It was last year about this time. I had come in early from night fishing alone. A storm was rolling in and this guy I know was on my dock waiting to help tie up the boat."
"So who was he?"
"A co-worker of yours at school, Jemmy Blelelai."
"No shit! I thought he might swing that way; he's kind of effeminate."
"Jemmy and me go way back. We were in grade school together. First time I fucked him we were sixteen. He was hot back then."
"He's still hot. I wouldn't mind doing him."
"Maybe you'll get the chance on one of those workshop trips you teachers go on."
"Okay, truth: how many times?"
"Twelve."
"Twelve?! That's all?"
Kelau looked at me a little incredulously before saying, "Well he's not as hot as you are, Nicky. All twelve times, he came on to me. Once he started grabbing at my body, well nature just took over."
"Horndog." That elicited a look of mock surprise from my native stud.
"What? I can't help it if I get hard because somebody is pawing at me."
I laughed at that. Guys with super hot, well-muscled bodies like Kelau's ALWAYS get horny when they're touched. It just goes along with all that testosterone circulating from whatever workout produced the muscle in the first place. In Kelau's case, it was becoming clear to me that frequent sex equalled muscle building equalled increased testosterone equalled a need for more sex. He was caught in the "horndog cycle" and I was the happy benefactor at the moment. Reflecting on my good fortune, I threw an arm around his sinewy neck and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. In no time, he was mounting my tight ass and hammering it into the mattress. I bucked upwards at him and clenched my ring around him with all my might until he stiffened and jetted his voluminous goo into me.
It was now early afternoon on Saturday. By my count, Kelau needed to cum seven more times to break the record he held with Jemmy. Ah yes, Jemmy. He was very nice to look at, while having a build totally different from Kelau's. It occurred to me that if I was going to mostly be Kelau's receiver, I needed a receiver of my own. Perhaps Jemmy?
In the meantime, I rolled us over and clambered onto Kelau's awesome abs like I had done on the island. I rode his saddle horn again until he gave me another injection of his spunk. In so doing, he tripped my trigger and I shot a load that traced his forehead down to his cute belly button. We embraced and kissed hungrily until fatigue overtook us and led us to a brief nap.
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