Story written by Michael Gleich: All copyrights belong to author.
Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailors delight.
The tea is the color of liquid amber and smells of the Orient. The boy who hands me the porcelain cup, sits next to me on the mat, his big eyes looking up to see if I am pleased with the tea.
I am-and smile before taking another sip.
Elkin brought me here. He fished me from the sea. From days spent clinging to a life raft. Sailors, good sailors, know the sea, and as the days past, I knew my chances of surviving were slim. Then a storm hit and my last memory was grabbing something in a desperate attempt to stay alive.
I woke in Elkin's thatched hut, perched on the horn of a bay. The soft gossamer drapes dance in the breeze, playing with the sunlight and ocean breeze that flows around us.
Elkin is reaching up, he wants to run his hands over my arm and bicep when I make the apple muscle pop up.
His body is slender, beautiful. He moves with such grace, innocent in his manner. When I watch him fish, he waves to me and drops the loincloth without shame before diving into the sea. When his body comes out of the water, it glistens and sparkles as the ocean's foam streams off and he smiles. He raises the great fish he caught for us. He's proud, innocent in his joy of the catch.
His smile raptures me; it melts the nightmares, coos to me. There is a softness of his skin when I run my hand down his backside. The cleft in his spine is smooth and warm all the way to his perfect ass. He lets my finger trove along the crack, making his legs spread. His butt rises, and puckers. Its little sphincter winks at me.
He likes to feel my body, his lips caress me everywhere, he likes to feel the six-pack muscles in my gut, my hard pecs and he likes to, so very gently, lick my nipples with the tip of his tongue before he suckles on them like a small kitten.
He falls asleep in the pit of my arm. I hear his soft breath and feel its warm moist touch on my side as he breathes in the smell of my body. It calms him, he cuddles and cups into me--warm and smooth.
I can feel his small body rub against me at night, His slender leg pressing on top of mine. His lips tickle my skin. I hold him and watch his eyebrows flutter in sleep. A dream he is seeing and then he wants to bury more into my side, his tongue purses on his soft rosebud lips and murmurs into my flesh.
He scoots lower, tasting me on his way down to my groin. I spread my legs. Elkin moves his body so that I can touch his ass. Feel up his cock and balls. Run my hand over him and fuck him with my fingers.
When he finds my cock, running his tongue and hands over my pubes. He nurses. He sucks deep and with relish while my prick rises at full mast for him. The boy gorges himself on my cock. Moving his mouth up and down, he swirls his tongue along the veins in my dick.
My hand runs over his small ass, his cock and balls hang down between his legs and swing without a hair on them.
He's up on his knees while I gently pull on his cock, milking him to lubricate his soft boy cunt. He straddles my chest with one leg on each side. His ass spreads, the pink rosebud blooms in full view. He is at the root of my cock, his mouth and throat engulf my dick, and I hear him moan, soft and low with lust and desire. His lips press against my groin to spear his throat on my fuck-stick. He comes up, hovers, licking the dick-snot oozing from the slit of my prick. His tongue wraps around the head and then he dives deep, hard, and long, back to the base, fucking his face on my cock, fucking his throat. Cock slime comes out from his nose as he nurses and pleads for more.
He wants me to fuck him.
My fingers gather his nectar from the slit in his dick and I slime his ass crack, working my fingers deep in and out of his tight little cunt. The pucker grabs hold of my finger and sucks on it as his lips suck my cock. I plunge in deeper, sawing the digits in and out of his boy-hole, his little twat dancing over me. He wants more fingers, more digits.
The boy sits of my face and squeals when my tongue penetrates and fucks his small tight hole. He squirms and grinds the small bubble cheeks of his ass against my face and I look up to see his head thrown back, gyrating his butt cheeks against my cheeks and lips.
When he's had enough of my tongue and his tight little cunt is ready, he turns and mounts my cock. I lie there and watch him while he descends on my cock with his hot little ass fresh from its tongue fucking.
At first it's a challenge, the width begins to spread his hole and I see him ease up briefly, but his lust to have me overwhelms the stretching, and he plunges that fine tight boy hole down until my pubes tickle the cheeks of his creamy smooth ass. He sits then, still, savoring the full length and width of my cock deep in his gut. He is swollen with cock. The belly puffs out a bit, full of my prick that he is so desperate to have.
Once his hole has stretched and he has rocked himself back and forth, savoring my cock up his ass, he begins to ride my prick, raising and lowering himself. He smiles and reaches down to feel how much his hole has stretched itself around my cock. He can't encircle my dick with his fingers where his butt rests speared to me. It delights him to know how much of me he can take.
I feel the cum boil up from my balls and I want him to stop. I want him to be still and let the wave of pleasure wash over me before I ejaculate. He thinks it's a game and begins to speed up his ride; all I can do is shake and grab his hips to thrust deep into him and plant my seed.
He giggles and squirms while I squint my eyes in pleasure and feel what the gods feel as my cock pumps him full of semen.
Elkin nestles again against my side. I can smell the faint odor of his sweat. It smells of sandalwood and the sea. He is content for now, and drifts off to sleep while the sun sets red before us.
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