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Paradise Found - Chapter 9
It was going to be a tough week at school, trying to keep visions of next Friday/Saturday out of my head while doing my job. At the same time, I didn't think I'd be able to go an entire week without coupling with my hot sex machine. Someway or other I had to find a way to meet up with Kelau daily if possible............
.........Monday, Kelau met me at the shower. Tuesday, I walked to his place after school. Wednesday it was the shower again. Thursday he turned up at school when I was working after hours. It was a conflict to screw in my classroom, so we went out into the school garden as soon as the sun set. I told my host family that I would be going on a weekend fishing trip beginning right after school. Turns out there was a high tide in the late afternoon, so we decided to get an early start. Kelau had packed the boat during the day and we would get aboard as soon as I could haul my ass down to his dock.
From the front step of his house, I could see that Kelau was already in his black speedo. Not to be outdone, I dropped my school things inside his house and I slipped into a light blue thong I had in my knapsack just in case. I walked down to his dock wearing only the thong and my flip flops. He grinned at the front view, and dropped his jaw when I gave him a back view.
"Get over here, sexy. I'm already at full staff."
"Yeah, I see you peeking over the top of your suit, Kelau."
"My meat wants to dock in your tunnel so bad, Nick."
"And my tunnel wants to feel filled up by you, you hot stud."
Kelau licked his lower lip, arched his eyebrows and gave me a "get over here NOW" look. I stood at the helm and steered us out to sea. Kelau got behind me, moved my thong strap aside and pulled the front of his speedo low enough to free his snake. My lover gripped me around the waist and eagerly worked his thickly veined shaft inside me. I was no less eager to receive it, and I wiggled side to side once Kelau was balls deep inside me.
As the boat pulled further away from shore, neither one of us noticed a pair of binoculars trained on us from the bushes about a hundred yards west of Kelau's dock. Before too long, this third party would add a new dimension to my relationship with my hot tropical stud. Since Kelau had gotten both of us off within thirty minutes of setting out to sea, we were able to save the next round of fluids for the island.
On arrival, Kelau fashioned a canopy out of his tarp and sheets across some low-hanging palm branches while I got wood for the fire. With the sun nearly setting, I was glad that my brilliant lover had thought to bring a butane lighter to get the campfire started. Once we had a bonfire going, we took time to spread out a sheet on the sand and eat a supper of dried fish and fresh picked fruit (including passion fruit, despite the absence of need). We lay on our backs with our heads towards the shoreline and watched Draco rise upside down.
After star-gazing for maybe half an hour (and I was surprised at his restraint), Kelau began rubbing my thigh with his. I rolled on top of him and kissed his sensuous lips hungrily. His hands roamed my naked back and down to my exposed glutes. I caressed his muscular sides and reached between us to grasp his oba klalo (hot package). Not surprising, he was already hard and throbbing. I moved from his lips to his chest and worked his nipples with my mouth. Kelau arched his lower body and pressed his formidable cock against my upper stomach. I licked each of his nipples and then blew on them. The cool evening breeze helped them to stiffen, making them even more sensitive to mouth play.
Kelau reached beneath my armpits and hauled me upward until we were nose to nose again. He looked deep into my blue eyes and pulled me into a hungry mouth massage. As we made out, his hands were again on my cheeks, this time tickling the cleft between them. For me it was his pectorals; those massive mounds of solid muscle could make me leak just from touch. The mutual rubbing (my ass, his pecs) was getting us especially hot and bothered.
Kelau rolled us over so that I was on my back. Somehow in the rotation, he had removed the last spare bits of clothing we each had on. The mighty island stud drilled his post into my wanting ass and made sure it was sunk to the hilt. Kelau fucked slowly, easing in and out that I could feel every millimeter of his power tool, and taking care to rub my pleasure button. We worked each other's lips and certainly used our hands to explore every niche of each other's body. I clamped my legs around his middle; he pulled my face hard against his by my hair; I twisted his nipples; he grabbed my shaft and jacked it. We used any movement that could heighten the sexual tension and ultimate release. With phenomenal strength, this stallion of a man picked me up from the beach, bear-hugged me, and rammed upward furiously until he blasted my insides with his hot, sticky cum. Still rock hard, and using his cum leaking from my hole as additional lube,
Kelau pumped wildly after returning me to the spread out sheet. He grunted and groaned as he worked my body which he was now able to play so well. Given his ferocity, I could do little more than lie there and take his repeated pistoning. The more he grazed my nub, the more animated I became until I was yelling and shaking my head from side to side.
With the roar of a king of a lion pride, Kelau tensed his whole body and jetted at least half a dozen spurts of his seed into me. I came in the middle of his climax, spewing my own fluid between us. Once again, he lapped up my juices and shared them with me by way of tender, lingering kiss. Our lips glistened in the starlight from the generous coating of natural gloss.
"Okay Nick, here's where we work at breaking the record. My three loads since we left home don't count. When the clock strikes midnight, the most awesome fuck marathon is going to begin."
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As noted in previous chapters, Palau is a real place in the South Pacific. Feedback on this chapter is welcome, and questions/suggestions can be incorporated into future chapters of this story or responded to outright. I spent 21 months in the islands, and we've only scratched the surface.
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