John C

Paradise Island

Chapters 10-12

Matt was lying on his right side facing away from John. The covers barley concealed his ass and John slowly lifted them up and away to totally expose the nude form. He noticed, as he had with Mike and Chris, that the 12-year-old was developing a tan that was slowly covering his entire body. His ass cheeks would, before too long, soon match the rest of his tanned form of rich color of being outdoors. The legs were smooth and hairless. John saw some muscle growth on the thighs, probably from the Little League activities he participated in. John guessed that although baseball was probably Matt's favorite sport, the boy was more than likely active in other outdoor activities. Again looking at the boy's ass and the separation between the two halves, he recalled how wonderful his cock felt inside the tight chute, spewing his load of sticky man cum inside. His cock was now rock hard and its tip was getting wet from the pre-cum. His lust was overtaking him as he laid his hand on the lad's buttocks and slowly began to enjoy the soft touch of such flawless delight. His finger slid between the crevice as it made contact with the gate of ecstasy. His other hand rubbed the backside starting at the shoulders and working down. He wasn't surprised that his exploration caused the boy to turn over, open his eyes and smile at the man.

"You didn't get to put your cock in me last night. Want to do it now?"

Does a man dying of thirst refuse a glass of water? "I want that very much," as Matt laid on his back, his own little cock standing up straight and hard. John then used his hands to rub along the chest of the lad, asking the boy to raise his arms to enjoy the smooth pits. He tweaked at the small nipples, causing a little groan from the 12-year-old. He then slowly worked his way along the stomach, tickling the little innie belly button, down the stomach and finally to the 3½ inch [9 cm] circumcised cocklet with its perfect mushroom head. "But first I need my morning liquid breakfast. Can you provide some for me?"

The boy gave a big grin. "I'll try, but you'll have to milk it from me."

Without a word, John lowered his head and engulfed the entire cock of the boy, rolling his tongue over the entire shaft, while one hand played with the silk ball sack, rolling the cum-producing jewels within. Matt's reactions were immediate as his eyes closed and he sought to push his cock as far in the man's mouth as he could. John's lips were already making contact with the pubic area and he changed actions by constantly stimulating the young cock with his tongue and then going into a slow sucking motion, coaxing the young balls of the boy to give up some of its sweet nectar. The man's own cock was leaking and he had to fight the urge to grab and stroke it. No, he wanted to cum inside the boy, not on the sheets.

John could faintly hear the low moaning of the boy as the 12-year-old grabbed the sheets and clenched them in his fists as he approach orgasm. "John, I want to cum. I want to cum so badly!" He kept pushing his cock into John's mouth as though if there was even a centimeter outside, he wanted it feeling the same sensations as the rest of his boy meat was experiencing. John used his hands to reach under and grab the soft globes, squeezing and caressing them, as he knew the boy was very close. He used a finger to slowly reach the puckered hole of the lad, rubbing around its edges. After each revolution, he stopped and applied pressure, urging the anal ring to relax its entrance. A few attempts and his finger slid in, causing the boy to moan even more as both his ass and cock were riding on a cloud of sexual nirvana, the final step before release. He then felt the balls draw up into their protective sack and awaited the imminent outcome of his mouth's licking and sucking on the boy's shaft. Without a word, Matt's body began to jerk as a huge orgasm rocked the boy. He continued trying to push his cock deep into the man's mouth. John continued sucking as he felt the cock jump. But then his reward came as a few small shots of boy cream erupted from the mushroom slit and to the back of the man's throat. He removed his finger and reduced the suction in relation to the every-slowing jerking of the small cock as it had done its duty to provide the 'liquid breakfast' the man desired.

Releasing the now softening cocklet as it shrank to a little boy's penis, John looked at the sweat-covered face of Matt, his eyes closed, coming down from the greatest sexual ride he ever had. Opening his eyes and looking at his grown-up friend, Matt summed it up. "I thought the first time you sucked me was great. But this one was way better. I thought I would never stop cumming. Did I squirt a lot?"

"More than the first time and just as tasty. I'm glad you enjoyed it. That's a wonderful way to share love between two people, regardless of age difference."

Matt understood where the man was coming from. "I now hate the laws of no sex between men and boys. Why should us boys have to wait until we're 18 years old to have sex with someone older?"

"Exactly, Matt. But that's how it is today. We may not like it and sometimes we pay a price for such pleasure, but that's the way society is today." The boy knew John was referring to his three years in prison for the relationship he had with a 9-year-old boy. Helping Matt to sit up, John hugged the 12-year-old and stated, "But on this island, our law is sex with anyone, regardless of age. And you only get in trouble if you don't enjoy it." That got a laugh from Matt.

Pushing away from John, Matt saw how wet the head of his cock was. "Did you cum already?"

"No, that's pre-cum. I've been fighting the urge to get off early."

"Well, you better fuck me before that happens," as Matt now felt comfortable talking about having the man's cock up his ass and stating that in direct terms.

John got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Not considering he would be having anal sex in the glass bedroom, he didn't keep any KY Jelly around. But he saw a jar of Vaseline and figured it would do as good. Returning to the bed, he had Matt scoot to the edge where his legs hung over the side. "I'm going to let you see my cock go into your ass," as he lifted the boys legs and had Matt grab his ankles. He applied some Vaseline on the boy's entrance and a generous amount of his still leaking cock. Setting the jar aside and cleaning his fingers, he asked Matt if he were ready and the boy told him yes.

Lining the head of his cock at the small opening, he started to push. When Matt felt the pressure, he tried to relax as he saw the head of the man's cock slowly disappear as it broke the entrance. John paused to let Matt get used to once again it large anal visitor. Getting a nod from the boy, the man continued his measured pressure as the tight opening of the 12-year-old engulfed each inch. Matt switched between the feelings of his insides being stretched open to the fascination of seeing a man's cock disappear into his ass. For John, it was just another great feeling of a warm sleeve wrapped around his cock. He was fighting desperately not to cum just from those sensations, as he wanted to actually fuck this boy. Finally, his pubic mound pressed against the small ass and John was totally inside the boy. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes. It's different this time. This first time, I was trying not to let any pain stop me as I got used to you inside. There's still a little pain, but it feels good like I want your cock inside me all the time."

"That's just another way of letting your body enjoy sex. I love the feeling of your ass squeezing my cock," John answered.

"Like this," as Matt clamped down on his ass muscles.

"Stop!" John laughed. "You're going to make me cum. I want to enjoy this as long as I can," as he slowly withdrew his cock and pushed it back inside. Matt felt that emptiness he shared with John as the man's cock almost makes a complete exit, then slid inside filling him up once more. He found his cock getting hard and wanted to stroke it, but instead held his legs as close to his head so his ass was almost pointing straight up, giving him the best view of the man's cock pounding inside him.

John began a steady in and out motion as he tried to enjoy the pleasures as long as possible. He observed Matt's young cock standing straight up, hard again. He took hold of the young tube flesh and started to stroke it, allowing the boy to have a double experience of being fucked and fondled at the same time. John knew he wouldn't last much longer. The grip along the entire shaft of his man rod was too much. What he hoped for was for both he and the boy to get off simultaneously. Matt laid back as he allowed his young body to react to the pleasures he was receiving. He felt John's pounding into his small boy hole getting stronger as the man was reaching the point of no return. His own cock was reacting to the stroking fingers as he felt his balls draw up and knew that he too was close to once again ride the roller coaster.

Surprisingly, it was Matt who came first, his cock twitching within John's hand as another small amount of his youthful nectar coated both cocklet and fingers. This reaction caused the ass muscles to automatically clamp down even tighter on the man's cock that pushed him over the edge. John's cock jerked several times unloading a copious amount of cum inside the anal tunnel. John tried not to collapse on top of the boy as he rode his own roller coaster ride of an exquisite orgasm.

It was a couple of minutes before both had resumed their composure. John's now soft cock plopped out of Matt's ass, followed by a stream of cum. It was then that he noticed his fingers coated with the boy's most recent ejaculation. Matt noticed it too. He grabbed the man's hand and brought it to his mouth and licked his own cum off one of the fingers.

"I wanted to know what mine tasted like and why you liked it so much. I do make nice tasting cum."

John just laughed and used his own tongue to clean up the rest from his fingers. "Yes, you boys make the most beautiful cream."

As both laid on the bed recuperating from their sexual interlude, Matt was first to speak. "I never thought I would love doing this so much. When we landed here and there was talk of sex, I guess I kind of freaked out. I didn't think that where you pooped and peed could bring any good feelings."

"A lot of people think that way, Matt. That's way it's hard sometimes to break through that wall of fear, and sometimes disgust, when thinking of sex in that way. I'm glad you see it differently now. As you get older, you may look at what we're doing today a little differently. But hopefully, you'll always remember these times as the happiest of your life."

The two laid quietly for a while, allowing their recent joining and end result to continue rippling through their bodies. The glass bedroom had been built with a small shower stall, so John told Matt to go and shower first. After both were through, they would go to the house for breakfast. As the boy got up, John smiled as he saw the sticky cream of his anal invasion coating both inside thighs. Yes, he knew he had cum a lot.

As the boy showered, John's mind wandered to three days hence when he would take Chief Haoa and his men to supposedly one of Lam Sin's private islands and see if there were any boys there to rescue, with the slim hope of finding Kauri. He couldn't help but shutter within as he realized this was going to be no ordinary trip, but with the purpose of eliminating those men who oversaw the kidnapping and eventual transport of boys to Lam Sin in Singapore. Although he would not have any direct involvement, in any other country he would still be considered an accessory to a crime. But he knew he had to shrug his own fears and apprehension and think of the better good. He would always be an advocate of intergenerational sex, but never using force or fear.

After Matt appeared from the shower, John told him to take the sheets from the bed and head to the house. He would join all the boys when he was finished here. The boy understood as John proceeded to get cleaned up. As he got ready to brush his teeth, he savored for the last few seconds the sweet taste of Matt's young boy cream. When he sucked Roberto for the first time 14 years ago, he wasn't sure what to expect. He was pleasantly surprised that what spewed from the Spanish boy's balls was not bad tasting, but actually quite good. He remembered the boy's laughter as John smacked his lips to indicate how much he enjoyed his first taste of boy cum. Although later he sucked Joshua, the 9-year-old was too young to produce anything and just rode the orgasmic ride at conclusion. Aukai would be the next time the man would enjoy such nectar. He came to realize that all young boys would produce the same sweet tasting delight. Now he had an endless supply to enjoy. Yes, most countries would surely lock him up for sure. He looked at his features in the bathroom mirror and said out loud, "Yes, I'm a dirty old man, pervert and pedophile 3; and damn proud of it!" as he laughed at his own words.

Making sure everything was okay, he left the glass bedroom and headed to the house. Before he reached the steps, he could smell bacon being cooked. The boys were sure getting handy learning to prepare meals. Chris and Mike greeted John as he entered the house.

"Matt said you tied him down and raped his innocent little butt while he screamed, just like you did Aukai," Mike said with a grin.

"I did not!" Matt shouted back at Mike.

John smiled, "I don't know about the screaming, but I did enjoy his now not so innocent sweet little butt." Chris came over and laid a plate of breakfast for John. "Thank you for fixing breakfast. Have the animals been fed?"

"First thing we did when we got up," Chris affirmed.

"Thanks again. I'll let you guys decide what you want to do today. I need to check with my attorney and financial consultant to see how my portfolio is doing. I may need to get a lot of cash quickly to get you guys your new identities as I don't know yet how much that will cost."

"Okay," from Mike. "We'll spend some time outside and come in later. We wore these shirts and pants for while we were cooking. When we're through cleaning up, we're going naked the rest of the day," getting a nod from both Chris and Matt.

"Good thinking. You can be naked anytime you want, but use common sense when there's a possibility of you getting hurt. It wouldn't be a bad idea to take some suntan lotion along. You wouldn't want to get burned in the wrong places." Getting a laugh from the three as they agreed to the man's suggestions, John finished his breakfast and headed to his computer and logged on the Internet. He quickly scanned the news and found no more mention of the ranch and the search for its occupants. Either it had become at this point a dead end or it wasn't anymore that important a news item to get a big open web page spot. Satisfied there was nothing new of interest he wanted to read, he logged into his email account.

First thing he did was let out a disgusted sigh as he saw the dozens of spam mail. Despite the fact he kept his email address as private as possible. Spammers flooded everyone's box with the address, 'undisclosed recipients'. There were the usual ads for enlarging your penis, 'you are a lottery winner' to the requests, from mainly Nigeria, to help transfer millions of dollars from a secret account into your name. He wondered how many actually fell for this scam. Whatever the number, these scammers never stop trying. Highlighting all the spam, he hit delete, then went to his clean mailbox. Since moving to this island, he only received a few emails a week, usually from those watching over his funds, giving him updates or suggestions if he wished to follow through, or Troy in between Wednesday calls and Saturday visits. He recognized the email addresses instantly until he came to the last one. It was from a JoshuaG.

John felt a lurch in his stomach. Could this be 'the' Joshua? How did he get my email address? And what could he want? His finger hovered over the delete button. As much as he loved the boy four years ago, it also included a past he didn't enjoy. He had tried not to dwell anymore on what he went through and instead enjoy the blessings he had now with his three beautiful boys and new lifestyle. John stared at the return address. Maybe it was another Joshua. But he knew it wasn't. He moved his finger away from the delete key and hit enter.

Hi John. This is Joshua. I've been trying to find you ever since you got out of prison. I saw that you won a big lottery and am happy for you. I've missed you very much these past four years. I'm 13 years old now. Mom and Dad divorced, so it's just me, her and my older brother. Mom is here helping me type this email to you.

I know you won't believe this, but this is true. Mom wasn't mad about what you and I were doing. She knew you loved me and would never hurt me. You loved me more than my Dad ever did. But Mom was afraid of Dad because of his temper and agreed with him to file charges against you and send you to prison. I heard you accepted a plea agreement rather than go to trial and force me to tell about the things we did. When my dad heard about it, that's when he stopped beating me. For I had told him I wouldn't say anything against you no matter what.

I want to see you again. Mom doesn't think you have any reason to because of what you went through going to prison and that I'm 13 now and not 9 like the last time you saw me. I don't know where you live now, but Mom said I could come and visit and stay with you for a while. She doesn't care what we do. So please John, write back and say you'll see me again.

I love you. Joshua.

It was the next statement in the email that John found fantastic. His mother now understood what had happened between him and the boy and today accepted it! To top it off, she was offering to let her son spend time with him, continue the sex they had before, and all with her blessings! He had known Laura, Joshua's mother, since before he was born. She always treated him kindly and saw how well Joshua and he got along. John babysat the boy and his brother a few times at their home when she and her husband wanted to get away for a few hours. He even recalled having some erotic thoughts about the older boy, but kept them in check. When Joshua turned nine and started spending time at his home, one thing led to another. The noise of the boys coming back inside shook John from his deep concentration of the email.

"Whatcha doing?" asked Matt as John looked at the naked boy, whose tight little ass was such a pleasure a few hours ago. Remembering the agreements of no secrets and being open with each other, he handed Matt the printed email.

"Wow!" was the first word from the 12-year-old. "Is this for real?"

"What's for real?" as Mike approached John and Matt. He was given the email to read. Chris came up standing by the 16-year-old and read the message too. A moment later, Mike said just one word. "Trap."

"Trap?" John asked.

"Sure. They know you have money, so they're using your old friendship with Joshua to see if they can get any from you. Probably tell you some story like Joshua needs an operation or something." John had just wondered along those lines.

"Well," John said with a slight grin. "They could have just come out and asked."

"Better chance if you see Joshua in person and think of the old days," Mike returned.

"Blackmail?" Chris spoke out loud.

"Now blackmail? There's nothing I can be blackmailed for. I did my time and that's it. I live here with you guys on a privately owned island. I have no other secrets."

"What if they know we are here with you?" Matt slowly pondered.

"Impossible. No one even knows if the three of you are alive. Come on guys, you're grabbing at straws," John tried to reassure everyone.

"But why would Joshua's mother say you can do sex with him again?" Mike questioned the adult. "If you do it, then wouldn't you be in trouble with the law or give her the excuse to get your money?"

Mike had a good point, John thought. He mustn't let what happened between he and Joshua, no matter what feelings each may still have toward each other, to cloud his judgment and make a costly mistake. No amount of money would help him if he were charged a second time for the same offense. He'd be lucky if he ever got out of prison.

It was the wise old Chris who summed it up. "You have us now, John. Don't we make you happy? Joshua was a long time ago."

"You're right, Chris," the man admitted. "And all of you do make me very happy. I'll always think of Joshua and the good times we shared. But it is history. Just as I got on with my life afterwards, he needs to also. I'll send an email reply and that will be it," as he prepared to get up.

"Not yet," Mike said with a wicked grin. "We need your help first."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you told us we should use suntan lotion so that we wouldn't get burned outdoors," Mike began.

"So?" John wondered where this conversation was going as he saw mischievous smiles on all three young beauties.

"There are a couple of places where we can't reach and we need you to put the lotion there."

"And where are those unreachable places you need me to apply lotion too?" as John's cock twitched seeing where this was going.

"Right here," as all three boys pointed to their soft cocks and balls, just a few feet away from John's face as he sat admiring the views.

"And those are the unreachable places you need me to apply lotion too?" John said with a smile, his cock continuing to grow harder.

He got nods from the three boys, who obviously planned this little sex exhibition to play out in front their of adult friend.

"Well, I certainly don't want to see you get sunburned there. I wouldn't be able to taste any of your boy cream while you're healing," as Matt handed John the bottle of lotion and stepped in front of the man, the half-hard cock just inches away. Squeezing some lotion on his fingers, he started applying it over the ever-hardening tube of the 12-year-old and over the soft ball sack. Although he would have rather his lips and tongue go over the package of the boy, fondling them with his fingers was enjoyable too as he felt the cock reach its full length and looked up to see the closed eyes of Matt as he enjoyed the feelings. Thinking the boy was about to peak just from the fondling and stroking of his cock and balls, John stopped. Matt opened his eyes quickly and looked at the man.

"You look like you're getting ready to cum. And I want to be able to taste it when it happens, not seasoned with suntan oil," John explained. Although he could tell Matt wanted to finish, the boy nodded his head in understanding as he backed away. Chris was next and another beautiful boy package was close up for the man's admiration. Once again, lotion was applied as fingers rubbed up and down the shaft of the 13-year-old and slowly caressed the ball sack with its precious content. As with Matt, Chris stood there enjoying the little electric jolts as his entire body was reacting to the stroking he was receiving. John felt the Chris' body start to tense and stopped his fondling before the edge was reached.

"Please, John, I want to cum," Chris moaned.

"Later, Chris. Let's say this is a warm up before you and I have sex again." John could tell the boy wanted to jack off and finish what the man had started, but willed himself not to and savor what he had just experienced. Mike was the last.

There was something special about this 16-year-old. He was about an inch taller [2½ cm] than Chris and probably a few pounds heavier. His voice was slightly deeper in tone, which usually is a sign of his body changing. His chest was becoming more defined, a slim waist. But puberty had somehow forgotten to sprout the hairs that would normally grow above this boy cock. The pubic mound was smooth and not any indication of hair growth showed. His cock and balls were beautiful sights to behold; the shaft slightly longer than Chris, with a ball sack that dropped a little lower, displaying in its outline the two oval size contents, John's fingers enjoyed handling the youth's genitals as he gently rubbed the suntan lotion over the 'unreachable' places.

The next act caught everyone by surprise. Yelling, "Oh no," Mike's cock jerked and several shots of semen erupted and splattered John's face. The man's head snapped back instinctively before he realized it was Mike's cum that had hit him.

"That's not fair," Chris protested. "Matt and I didn't get to cum."

"I'm sorry," Mike tried to apologize. "I couldn't help it. John's fingers felt so good and the next thing I knew I was shooting." Then he looked at the man and started laughing as he saw the results of his ejaculation as the boy's cum was dripping off the man's face. Even Chris and Matt had to join as at the sight they saw.

John wanted to scoop the cum with his fingers and enjoy its taste, but since they were covered with lotion, decided he just best take a shower. Getting up, he looked at the three boys, who continued to chuckle and said, "All right, your unreachable places are protected. Now let me shower. After lunch I'll send off that email.

As John returned to the computer after joining the boys for lunch, he watched as the three naked youths went outside again. They were enjoying playing in the sand and splashing in the waves as they hit the shore. This time they put on some shoes, as they wanted to go further inland and maybe collect some coconuts which had fallen for Troy to pick up. As he logged on the Internet and opened his email program, John tried thinking of how to say one last goodbye to a boy whom he loved very much and whose sexual relationship had caused radical impacts on both their lives.

Hi Joshua. I was very surprised, and happy, to hear from you. I'm glad we were able to talk this one more time. We both shared a lot of good, and bad, memories of our time together. And although the last time I saw you, you were 9 years old, I bet you're a fine-looking 13-year-old today.

I appreciate your mother understanding how wonderful our relationship was and that she has no hard feelings about what we did, and even wants us to enjoy those times again. But four years have passed. I have a new life and so should you. You should be making new friends and planning for your future when you grow up. You and I will always look back to those good times when we were together sharing our own special love. The memories will even be more precious when we consider the price we paid for it. You will always be in my heart and I will always love you, but we must go our own ways and say goodbye. I know you've been waiting for four years in the hopes of us reuniting and I certainly didn't want to hurt your feelings. But later on, as you meet another 'special' person, whether be a man or boy, you'll see that this parting was for the best. I will never forget you. John.

He decided to do laundry as several sets of cum-stained sheets needed washing. He tried to put the thoughts of Joshua's email out of his mind and look ahead to Thursday. He had to cover even the remotest possibility that something might happen to him during this rescue attempt. Except for the location of this small spot of ground north of Kalauka Island, no one knew how guarded it was, how many men lived or worked there and what kind of defenses were set up. Anyone else seeing just a small group of men with nothing but arrows and spears attempting to take over such a place would probably call it a suicide mission. John was no hero. In fact, he was shivering thinking of everything that could go wrong. But he also knew this was the right thing to do. In the eyes of the rest of the world he might be considered a terrible person enjoying sex with young boys, but he also had a moral conscience when it came to situations like kidnapping and forcible sex upon anyone. He had to admit that he and Lam Sin shared a common love for the wonderful sexual feelings in the company of a young naked boy. The main difference was 'choice'. Lam Sin didn't give his victims any.

As the afternoon moved along, the three boys finally came home stating that they had gathered two wagonloads of coconuts for Troy to pick up Saturday. John thanked them and said he was sure Troy would appreciate the gesture. He showed them a printed copy of the reply he sent to Joshua and all agreed it was the best he could do. After dinner, John called the boys into the living room. They had showered and wearing their cutoffs when they sat around him. John had a notebook tablet and asked them what was the last grade they had attended in school. He had to take their word that they were doing well in all the subjects and was ready to move on. Matt had finished elementary school and was ready for the 7th grade. Chris, a year older, was going to 8th. Mike was going to start his junior year in high school.

"I'm kind of glad I'm doing school here," Mike pronounced. "I wasn't looking forward to being treated like a little kid for another year."

John sympathized with the teen and told him, "I can understand. If that wasn't bad enough, having a little kid body was going to be used against you as a prisoner of Lam Sin." Mike nodded his head. Had he been a regular developing teenage boy, he wouldn't have been so sexually attractive to the Oriental. "While here, having that little kid body is exactly perfect for me. Plus your added years in age also gives you a little more wisdom. A big brother is needed."

"You're kidding, right John?" Chris spoke. "Mike, a big brother!"

"Didn't I watch out for you at the ranch?" Mike reminded the 13-year-old.

"Well 3; maybe, sort of."

"Let's not argue. Mike brings the best for all of us. Since he is the oldest, I may depend on him as such. It's not for giving orders to you or boss you around. There's only four of us here and we need to count on each other for whatever happens," John concluded. Everyone nodded their heads. "By the way, I forgot to ask you two," pointing at Mike and Chris, "what you did last night while I was with Matt in the glass bedroom." The two boys gave John a grin.

"Should we show him?" Chris asked the older boy.

"Why not?" as both stood up, stripped off their cutoffs and once again stood in their glorious prepubescent loveliness. What surprised John was that they then laid on the carpet in a 69 position, took hold of each other's cocks and began giving a slow sucking to their partner. John thought it was a beautiful sight watching such hot-looking teens suck with such passion as they also fondled and slightly squeezed the ball sack near their chins. He turned to see Matt with his hand down his cutoff obviously stroking his young cocklet to the sight in front of him. John thought it was a good idea, unbuttoned his pants and also stroked the now dripping shaft. Realizing that Matt may cum and waste some sweet tasting boy juice, John stopped his own stroking and knelt in front of the sitting 12-year-old. He removed the boy's hand, pulled off his cutoffs and took the hard thin shaft and wrapped his lips around it.

Matt sighed happily, getting his second blowjob of the day, especially as he was working toward an orgasm when John was applying the suntan lotion. He looked down and saw Mike's and Chris' hands reach around and grab the others' ass cheeks pulling them closer, getting every bit of their friend's cock inside their mouths. Matt leaned back on the chair as he felt the now familiar tingling, as he knew he would be cumming soon. John felt the boy's urgent push to get as much of his cock sucked as possible as the sign the boy was soon to let loose. With one hand, he continued to stroke himself as he also felt the time was close. Within moments, he heard first Chris, then Mike, give loud groans as each gave and received of each other's nectar. Then Matt's body stiffened as his young cock shot his small, but tasty, boy sperm. John's hand was too much for him as his own cock soaked the cutoffs with a load of his man juice. All three were quiet for several moments, catching their breaths and realizing that all four of them had cum together for the first time.

"If this isn't a family doing things together, I don't know what is," smiled John as he leaned back away from Matt. The boys chuckled and commented how good it felt, with Mike and Chris stating how they liked the taste of each other's cum. John replied that Matt's tasted good too and got an affirmation on that as the two older boys had tasted some the 12-year-old nectar.

"You only got to cum in your pants," Mike noticed. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Thanks for the offer, Mike, but you know this old guy needs to recharge after each time. So I guess I'll have to make it up tomorrow. But no three offers in one day. Let's rotate one each day. I can save up for it and not be a disappointment for someone else who was waiting."

"Okay John," Mike replied with a little sadness in his voice. Looking at his two young friends, he asked with a smile, "Ready to do it again?" Chris and Matt said they were all set. Saying goodnight to John, the three naked boys headed off to spend the night together in one bedroom. All the man could do was shake his head in amazement. How wonderful it is to have such stamina, especially when it came to sex. He recalled when he was 26 years old; he could cum twice, almost back-to-back when he and Roberto were together. But he also had saved up his energy all week long waiting for the Spanish boy's weekend visit. Four years ago with Joshua, he waited until the boy went home before jacking off, not wanting to scare the 9-year-old with his first sight of sperm. But he gradually prepared the boy for it explaining how a man reaches his peak. Joshua ended up more fascinated than anything else and always wanted to see his cock explode, especially over the boy's body, coating him with the white cream. Joshua would laugh and smear the cum over his chest and stomach. Many times John would rub his cock in the crack of the small boy's ass, coating the crevice with its sticky results.

Joshua! He thought of those days when the two of them were together. He hoped his response to his email was correct. He tried telling himself he did the right thing. But a little guilt crept in realizing how patiently the boy had waited for four years to finally contact him again. Well, what's done is done, as he got up, turned off the lights and went to shower. Crawling into bed, he again thought of the boy. It had been a long time since John's last thoughts of the day was of the then 9-year-old. He was lying on a prison bunk, counting the days until release. He was able to bear the hardships of being an inmate by his nightly thoughts of the boy he loved and the sacrifices made for one another. The last thoughts before sleep overtook him were of the old perverted nature. Joshua was a good-looking blond-hair, blue-eyed boy at the age of nine. What does he look like today? He tried to visualize a now 13-year-old Joshua naked, but Chris' image came to mind. Maybe Joshua was a lot like Chris when viewed totally nude. Well, he would never know as darkness took over.

Chapter Eleven
An Emotional Decision

When John awoke this Tuesday morning, he noticed he wasn't alone in the bed. A naked Chris lay next to him. The man smiled as he looked at the beautiful form of the teen. Chris seemed to be the bigger exhibitionist of the three. The boy 'knew' he had a hot body and was learning how to use it in the daily sexual games. The blond hair and dark blue eyes leant a certain additional eroticism to accompany the smooth skin and its perfectly shaped boy cock. He reached down to gently fondle the tube flesh and its ball sack, which caused Chris to stir awake and look at John with a smile.

"I thought the three of you were sleeping in the same bed last night?" was John's first question.

The boy shook his head. "No, we just had sex between us until after midnight. Then I decided to come here and sleep with you."

"Midnight! That must have been some orgy the three of you had."

A smile came from Chris as he tried to shake the last of his sleepiness. "Yes, we had a great time. I know I squirted a lot of cum."

The man could just wonder at the stamina of these young boys, having non-stop sex for over two hours riding wave after wave of orgasmic delight. "Wow, I'm sorry I missed out on so much tasty boy cum you guys must have shot.

There was again that smile. "We thought about you and said we knew you would have liked our cum. But we liked each other's too."

"That's great. I love having sex with each of you, but I'm happy you find the same pleasure with one another."

The smile never left as though Chris had a secret he was withholding from the man.

"What?" John could sense there was something else.

"You know the game, 'paper, rock, scissors'?"

"Yes," was the simple response.

"At the end, we used it to decide who would come here and sleep with you and in the morning give you a butt to enjoy when you wake up." Then Chris raised his arms over his hand exposing his hairless pits.

"You did, huh?" as John enjoyed the view of the smooth patch of skin under each arm. Even though all the boys had yet to grow any hair and had the same hairless armpits, Chris had a special meaning for the man. For it was this boy who teased him at the hot springs the week before when the teen had asked him if the man thought he was sexy looking and showing his underarms to exhibit the smooth areas. "So I got stuck with you," John said with a smile. And before Chris knew what was happening, John rolled on top of the boy, pinning his arms that were above his head on the pillow. There was a look of surprise on the 13-year-old's face at the act, but then he got a bigger shock when the man bent over and started giving raspberries under each pit. Chris started wiggling his body and laughing as each armpit received an extra long attention. John felt the boy's cock rubbing on his own lower body as the teen tried to escape the man's hold.

"Stop it! I give up!" with tears of laughter beginning to form. John released the boy and lay next to him as he then ran his hand over the chest and stomach of the teen. "That wasn't fair. You never gave me a chance."

"How much fun would that have been for me if I had asked your permission first?"

Chris slowly regained his composure as his breathing returned to normal. He saw John reach over to the nightstand and retrieve the tube of KY Jelly. He turned over to lie on his stomach as he presented his slightly tanned baby-soft ass for the man's anal invasion.

The bright sunlight entering the room gave a beautiful view of the boy's features as the man rubbed his hands along the back. He skipped over the boy's ass and continued to enjoy the thighs and legs of Chris. Using a hand, he spread the legs a little further apart as he reach under to fondle the stiff boy tube. The teen raised his hips for easier reach as he felt the gentle stroking along his cock and the fingers lightly touching his ball sack as he felt each of his two balls grasped between the man's fingers. John then withdrew his hand and gently pushed the boy's bottom back on the bed. Then the rubbing and squeezing began as the teen's twin globes of flesh were massaged and occasionally spread open to view the small cavity awaiting its visitor. John wasn't sure but, but based on his own recent experiences, figured what heightened the excitement men got when getting ready to fuck a boy was the sight of such a small tight opening and the eagerness of pushing their cocks inside, feeling that grip that only a boy's ass muscles can provide. He then applied the lubricant on his cock and around the boy's chute, slipping a finger inside to grease the entrance also. John closed his eyes as he aimed his rock hard pole at the gate of ecstasy and pushed.

Chris knew what was coming and relaxed his sphincter muscle as he felt the head on the man's cock spread it's opening and enter. Even though this wasn't the first time his ass was experiencing the man's rod, there was still a slight pain as his body got over the shock of such a large visitor stretching him open. But he noticed that the pain was less than before and figured that with future sessions with the adult, there would be no pain at all, but pleasure from beginning to end.

After a moment allowing the teen to get used to its occupant, John slowly pushed the remainder of his cock inside the boy until his pubic mound made contact with the boy's ass. With his eyes still closed, he tried to concentrate solely on what sensations he was experiencing at that moment. His cock was entirely wrapped by Chris' ass. From the mushroom head to the base, his entire shaft felt the sleeve encircling his cock. He allowed the feelings to continue for a short while before beginning the slow stroking as the animal urge to fuck began to take over.

The 13-year-old felt the now familiar filling as his boy chute took the entire length of the man's organ. He too had his eyes closed as the slight pain had been taken over by the pleasures his ass was feeling. People may question the idea that a young boy would experience pleasure having his small ass stretched by a man's cock. Again, there's the right way and wrong way. Raping a boy by force would not only cause possible physical damage, but emotionally could scar the lad for life. But done slowly, gently, and with love, the boy can ride the waves of ecstasy as his body translates the signals his ass was receiving into an ever-growing orgasmic release. Each push of the man's cock inside him caused his boy cock to rub against the sheets. He felt his balls drawing up into his boy sack as knew the end was near.

For John, his total concentration was on the ripples of pleasures each stroke into the boy received. Like all men enjoying such a rare coupling with a boy, the thoughts were of this going on forever. Occasionally, he bent down and kissed the back of the boy's neck, tasting the sweat, as both bodies were intent on pleasing one another. The end was getting nearer. John's consolation, as his cock prepared to fill the teen, was that he had three boys willing to share their asses with him anytime. So the sensations he currently felt could repeat itself over and over as long as his cock could handle it. He had now become familiar with a boy's own moment of release as Chris' ass muscles seem to clamp down even harder, if that was possible, and the body shaking in convulsions as it released its boy sperm. It was the trigger as John's cock pumped and pumped, filling the temporary home of his cock with his man cream. It was like a signal from the man's balls to the boy's ass thanking the lad for the ride and rewarding it with as much cum as possible. Both man and boy were motionless as their own personal orgasms slowly died down. Even as his cock soften, John didn't really want to pull out, but his arms were starting to ache as sadly he withdrew, seeing the same scene as the morning before with Matt in the glass bedroom, a slow stream of white cum exiting from the boy. He lay down beside the teen.

Chris slowly turned to face John, looking down at the cum-stained sheets and his own pubic area wet from his ejaculation. He could feel the wetness inside his ass as well as the leaking from within. A slow smile spread across his face. "That was great! I didn't think each time could feel better, but it does."

"How does your ass feel?"

"Kind of empty," as the boy lay back on his stomach. John got a closer look at the opening that just a few moments ago had been stretched to accept its visitor. It was now almost back to its original crinkled taut self. The closed orifice was now keeping whatever cum left within. "I still feel a lot of your cum inside me."

"I came a lot. But I always do when my cock is inside you guys' beautiful asses."

"My butt feels empty now. Is that a new feeling?"

"Mike told me the same thing. It's the beauty of the sex and the joining between us. My cock feels like a boy's ass should always be wrapped around it just like you feel you should have a cock to wrap your ass around. So tell me more what the three of you did last night."

"It was like the night we spent on Kalauka Island. Each of us came twice as we got sucked by the others. The we came two more times as we fucked each other."

"Four times in two hours?"

Chris nodded his head. "All of us said our cocks were sore from cumming so much. That's when we decided to see who would sleep with you and have sex when you woke up."

All John could do was shake his head. His past experiences with Roberto was both he and the boy getting off once each day. There was never a multiple orgasm session. Even with Aukai's monthly visit, there was a long slow foreplay before it was climaxed with a great amount of cum. But this was something else knowing he had boys, in the beginning of their sexual education, who had the stamina to enjoy one sex play after another, each resulting in boy cream shooting from their young tube meat. His regret was not having the same sexual energy. But he also knew he didn't have to wait an entire week, like with Roberto, or an entire month, as with Aukai, to have wonderful sex with these boys. Having sex with one or all of these stunning boys once a day was fine with him. Once they realized and understood that it was their bodies to enjoy and share however they wanted, it became an open floodgate of sexual bliss.

John recalled when he started introducing Joshua to man/boy sex that maybe the 9-year-old was too young to understand the new feelings his preteen body was experiencing. Then he read an article that made him understand boys even more. It stated that

"a boy is not like an innocent little puppy. Boys have plenty of knowledge about life, the universe and everything. But adults tend not to listen to them. This innocent pupply syndrome represses the boy's social, sexual, political, economical, and emotional desires. Boys are not taken seriously and are expected to conform to a society in which they can't question its validity. A boy is a sexual being. Therefore, boys should have the right to explore any aspect of sexuality they desire to engage in. Why do parents, politicians, and police feed guilt into boys that are sexually active? Many people have been destroyed because of intergenerational relationships. (Later on, John would certainly relate to that) There are people who could offer the world a lot if they had just not been persecuted for being different. Burning witches is a pastime which is just regaining popularity in the States."

Once again cum-stained sheets were removed from the bed for the washing machine as both John and Chris went to separate showers to clean up. Joining Matt and Mike at breakfast, the subject seemed, not surprisingly, around sex. John heard once again, in more detail, how each boy was able to get the other off.

"We started with a contest," Mike explained. "It was to see who could get the most cum from the one they were sucking."

John looked questioningly at the 16-year-old. "And how could you tell who won?"

"We couldn't," the boy responded with a smile. "We called it a three-way tie." Then Mike shared how each boy had experienced one another's cock in their asses and cumming once again. "We all took a late night shower before we decided who was going to sleep with you and let you fuck him when you woke up."

John gave a big grin. How different had life changed here in ten short days. He then suggested that after the chores were done, the four of them should take a walk together along the shore around the island. That got the approval of everyone.

Had anyone been within viewing distance of the shoreline of Paradise Island a couple hours later, they may have been astonished to see four figures, a man and three boys, walking along the sand, talking and laughing, all completely naked.

Later that afternoon, John talked with each boy separately to get an idea of the extent of his school education. Although the boys would continue schooling through the Internet, textbooks would be needed to supplement their studies. John thought back to Troy's concern that prolonged living on this island without any outside interaction could turn this into a isolated location a prison. John hoped that with new identification, maybe they could travel on trips and see new places and different cultures. Right now, after less than two weeks, it was just a fun, sex-filled environment. But how long could just that last?

He also thought to two days away when he would transport some Kalaukan men to an island supposedly owned by Lam Sin to see if any boys were being held there; Chief Haoa clinging to the hope his son, Kauri, was among them. John knew that this wasn't a Nintendo, Playstation or Xbox video game. Real lives could be lost, even his. He knew he had to make arrangements for the boys in case something happened to him.

After dinner, as they all saw around another large bonfire along the beach, John explained his contingency plan. "I know that everything will be alright on this trip. And Chief Haoa will keep me away from any possible harm. The element of surprise at night will be our greatest asset. I know I will be home Friday night to enjoy a wonderful time with my new family."

"But?" came from Mike.

"I must prepare in case anything does go wrong. What I plan on doing is asking Troy to pick you up and take you to the Kalaukan village where you will live until you decide what you want to do. Your identities will still be protected and I'll instruct Troy to make sure everything I own goes to the three of you, including this island."

"But that won't happen, right?" a small voice came from Matt.

"Of course not Matt. You're my new family and I want to make sure you're safe and secure. And look on the bright side, if you do end up on Kalauka Island, you'll have all the sex you want and learn new things even I don't know."

Chris got up and came to the man and hugged him. "I don't want to learn new sex without you."

"Hey! Hey! We're getting too serious now," John tried to brighten the situation. "Remember, I'm staying on the boat while Chief Haoa's men are on the island. My job is to take them there and back." Chris nodded his head and John changed the subject. Soon, the fire was dying and everyone was ready for bed. Mike asked if he could sleep with John and the man agreed.

Later, in a darkened bedroom, John ran his hand slowly along the smooth fresh-smelling form of the 16-year-old. Mike asked John to suck him off, which the man was willing to do, always enjoying a nice young cock and its subsequent reward of liquid pleasure. True to form, it wasn't long afterwards when his efforts were rewarded when the teen shot several blasts into his mouth. John was certainly hooked on boy cream. It had been years since he first tasted such delight from the 12-year-old Roberto. Unfortunately, Joshua was too young for anything but a dry orgasm. So he looked at these opportunities at chances to catch up on all the delicious youth nectar he had missed for so long.

John thought Mike was going to turn over and offer his ass to be fucked, but instead the boy asked for a night off, as his hole was somewhat sore from so many anal visitors for the past several days. John understood and wasn't disappointed as he had already enjoyed an anal ride with Chris when they both woke up this morning. Both gave each other tight hugs as Mike spooned against John's back, his cock already hard again and pressed in the crack of John's ass. The man thought for a moment that the teen was going to try to penetrate him, but Mike was soon asleep. John smiled as a thought crossed his mind that maybe he was too old to be sleeping with teddy bears, but no teddy bear could feel so good snuggled up against him as a young naked boy.

"Leave me alone!" came the voice from behind the closed door.

"Joshua, you can't stay in your room forever. You didn't eat dinner last night and breakfast this morning. It's lunchtime. Come on out and eat and let's talk."

"I'm not coming out, Mom. Not until John comes and sees me."

Laura looked at her older son throwing her hands in the air. "You try talking to him, Donnie. Maybe he'll listen to you."

Standing by the door, the older boy spoke softly. "Listen bro, I know you're disappointed he won't come. But like John said, you can start a new life." Pausing for a moment, he looked at his mother, his facial expression indicating he wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Look Josh, I'm not gay, but if it helps any, I'll suck you off once in a while and you can pretend its John."

"Fuck you, Donnie!"

Both the teen and the mother were taken aback never hearing the 13-year-old use such language at home before. Laura looked at her older son. "I don't think your suggestion was a good idea."

"Just trying to help. But he better get out of that room soon, I'm not doing his chores!" as Donnie walked away.

Laura didn't know what to do. She warned Joshua there was a good possibility John wouldn't come to visit. He was polite in turning it down, but suspected there was a lot more behind what was written, probably still hard feelings about spending three years in prison. She had no idea that the rejection would cause her son to behave like this. She tried to understand that Joshua had waited four years, almost a third of his life, for the chance to be with John again. Although he had done well in school, he had few friends and had kept pretty much to himself. Now she began to wonder if she should have started a long time ago directing her son's emotional attachment to John to a different direction, thus making this rejection more palatable. She could only think of one possible course left. She went to her computer and began to compose another email. She would try one last personal plea to John.

Wednesday was another beautiful day as John awoke to the smell of breakfast being prepared. He turned to see Mike still lying in bed with him. The bright daylight gave the boy's ever-growing tanned body an extra erotic look. Mike was lying on his back, his smooth features and delectable looking package a delight to behold. He spent a few moments admiring the sexy form of the teen, just letting his eyes absorb the beauty lying next to him, resisting the temptation to run his hands over the soft flesh.

"You like what you see?" was a voice that startled the man. Mike's eyes were still closed, but he had a big grin on his face.

"Ever since I first saw a soaking wet kid the day he landed on my island," John smiled in return.

Mike opened his yes. "Really? You thought I was sexy looking right then?"

"You bet. It was like Santa Claus answering my Christmas wishes to bring sweet sexy-looking boys to play with."

"But this is July."

"Santa knew I couldn't wait until December, so he came early," as John started fondling the flesh of the teen. His fingers circled the small nipples causing the points to harden. Mike took a deep sigh as he enjoyed the feelings, his cock getting hard even before John's hands had reached them.

For the next several minutes, silence enveloped the bedroom as the man continued his exploration of Mike's body. He slowly caressed, squeezed, fondled and otherwise enjoyed the very act of such a smooth hairless boy to enjoy. John considered himself a touchy feely person who can get sexual satisfaction just by the tender manipulation of one's hands on a young boy. As he stroked the hard cock of the boy, he noticed the pre-cum coating the mushroom head. He spread it over his fingers as the lubricant to jack off the teen. With the other hand, the hairless ball sack was gently rolled between his fingers. Mike closed his eyes again as the familiar sensations starting going through his body. His hips started jerking upward in timing with the man's fingers.

"I'm going to cum, John."

The man thought about wrapping his lips around the soon-to-be-gushing boy cock, but instead continued to stroke the tube meat. Moments later, Mike gave out a cry as his young seed erupted. John had his hand over the head of the teen's cock to capture as much of the boy cream as possible. It was this way that the man got to see the almost clear liquid as three strong shots, followed by a few dribbles, closed the book on another orgasm. Mike opened his eyes to see John looking closely at his sperm covered hand.

"Not a bad load," John commented. "Guess I better clean my hand," as he drew it closer to his mouth.

"Wait!" Mike exclaimed. "Let me eat my own cum."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I want to make sure it tastes as good as Chris' and Matt's," as the boy grabbed the man's hand and started licking the little goblets of his own nectar. John watched in fascination as Mike licked every drop from the palm of the hand and each finger. When he was through, he gave John a grin and announced, "I think my cum tastes just as good as Matt's and Chris'."

"Well, having enjoyed the taste of all three of you, I would definitely say that it would be hard to find other boys whose cream was tastier than any of you three."

Mike then told John his ass was feeling better if he wanted to fuck him. Although it was a tempting invitation and his cock was rock hard, he told Mike he would enjoy that later today. Both got out of bed, cleaned up and headed for the kitchen and the direction of the cooking breakfast.

"You suck!" came from Chris, wrapped in a towel directed toward Matt.

"What? Now? Right here?"

"No stupid, the way you're fixing the eggs. You're not scrambling them right."

"Good morning, guys," John greeted the pair. "What's the problem?"

"The eggs are cooking faster than he's scrambling. It's starting to look like a giant omelet," came from Chris. John went over and helped Matt.

"You're doing fine, Matt. You either have to stir the eggs faster or lower the heat so they don't cook as quickly." The 12-year-old nodded his head and continued.

During breakfast, Chris was surprised that the adult didn't take the opportunity to enjoy the offered young ass of his friend Mike. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Of course. I know now that unlike in my past, I don't have to have sex the moment my cock gets hard. The beauty of the three of you here is I know that when the desire to enjoy sex hits me, one or all three of you will be wanting it at the same time too." The boys seemed to understand. They had just entered an entirely new world of sexual freedom and delight. Their youthfulness and stamina provided energy to enjoy sex more frequently and recuperate faster after each orgasm, ready to go again.

"Poor John. He just can't accept the fact he's getting old," Mike said with a smile.

"Well, maybe," the man smiled in return. "But you haven't complained when your ass is stuffed with my cock." It was Mike's turn to acknowledge that he enjoyed it when his tight chute was stretched and eventually filled with the man's powerful ejaculation. "And just to show you that I can be ready anytime I want 3; Matt, get the KY from my bedroom." The youngest boy gave a big grin and headed to get the lubricant. John had Mike stand up in front of him as he undid the belt and removed the cutoffs, the only clothing he was wearing. The teen was now totally naked facing John. Matt was back in a flash hand handed the adult the tube.

After previous foreplays with these boys before culminating in the final act of fucking them, there had been time to allow the sexual atmosphere to trigger his cock to the hardness it needed for penetration. But this was a spur-of-the-moment act and John hoped the short time span was enough to get him fully aroused. But he need not worry. Removing his own cutoffs, the sight of the naked smooth, hairless 16-year was enough. His cock twitched and started its upward movement as the blood filled his tube meat in anticipation for what was to come.

Mike had a big grin as John directed the boy to get on his knees on one of the kitchen chairs, his ass in good position for its large visitor. Chris and Matt looked with anticipation being able to view one of their owned being fucked right in front of them, feeling their own young cocks getting hard. Applying the KY Jelly, John rubbed the head of his cock along the crack of the teen's ass as he slowly positioned it at the closed entrance. Grabbing the boy's waist, he applied pressure as he felt the muscle slowly yield and his cock head popped inside. There was a slight grunt from Mike as the hardest part of his ass's visitor was over as he felt the stretching muscle engulf John's now steel-hard shaft. Soon, more of his insides widened as the man fully penetrated him, finally feeling the balls making contact.

Once again, John sighed in ultimate contentment as his cock settled into a tight warm embrace as provided by Mike's ass. He turned to see Chris and Matt remove their own towels and stand naked beside him, their young cocks standing hard and proud. It was that vision of beauty that started John's slow rhythm in and out of Mike's ass, feeling once more the grip of the boy's muscles trying to hold his cock inside, and then stretching once again with each inward push.

Chris turned and whispered something in Matt's ear and the youngest boy eagerly nodded his head. The 13-year-old grabbed a kitchen chair and set it next to the one John was using to fuck Mike. He then grabbed the tube of KY and spread some over the hard shaft of his younger friend. He then bent over the chair, reached around and spread his soft fleshy globes as Matt quickly got in position and slid his own cock inside Chris.

John paused for a moment, his cock completely inside the confines of Mike's ass to observe the two boys in their own sexual bliss. Matt's eyes were closed as he let the sensations of his cock inside Chris take over his entire body as it built to its climax. Chris turned his head and smiled at John, the obvious pleasure he was feeling as his own butt was being visited by a hard cock. John then resumed his own motions as he used one hand to reach under and stroke and fondle Mike's hard cock and soft hairless balls.

Any bona fide boy lover would be creaming in his pants had he seen this sight in front of him; a man fucking the ass of a hot-looking boy and right next to him, two boys coupled together in their own sexual ecstasy. This is what dreams are made of and stories written about. Yet here, live, was the actual event. Occasional grunts and moans could be heard from the four participants as each felt the ending approaching. Mike felt his balls tighten up not just from the sensations produced by John's hand, but by the gradual increase in speed as the man's cock pounded in a little harder with each stroke. Matt's cock was on the verge of releasing his own cream inside Chris, while the 13-year-old's cock seemed to have a mind of its own as his friend's fucking motions was creating the raising peak of his own orgasm.

Every man wants to prolong the fantastic feelings his body is experiencing when inside the warm soft tunnel of a boy's ass. But in John's case, as he felt his cock prepare to trigger a large release of cum, there was the satisfying knowledge that this can be enjoyed again and again with three boys available at any time, all eager to allow his entrance into their own gates of delight. Giving his cock one last plunge, he let the floodgates open as his body shook and his cock became a shooting cannon.

For Mike, he was realizing, as he experienced each session of being fucked, that he was going through multiple levels of pleasure. His ass tingled as it stretched to accommodate its large visitor. This tingling seemed to ripple to his groin as his cock got hard and his balls started doing their own work. As John began shooting his cum inside him, it was reaching even deeper within his bowels that the man's cock couldn't reach, each splash against the anal wall sending a new erotic sensation. This triggered his own orgasm as now his cock began its own release of its precious nectar. He was happy John had a grip around his waist, as he felt weak after such a wonderful series of mind-blowing pleasures. Lastly, the volume of cum inside his ass created another erotic pleasure as it coated his insides with its warmth. Part of John was still inside even as he felt the man's softening cock slowly withdrew from his ass, its opening now wide open as it began to retract to its normal tight aperture, giving that first initial reaction of feeling empty inside.

Next to Mike, Matt felt his own release rapidly approaching and thought of how much of these sensations he had missed due to his parents and society's approach of sex at a young age. If life had been different, he might have sought out a fellow classmate who wanted to enjoy the same pleasures of sex and its many feelings as he was experiencing now, as his young cock released his small, but mighty load into Chris.

Although Chris' greatest pleasure was John's cock stretching his tight ass, he also enjoyed Matt's and Mike's invasion. He enjoyed squeezing his ass muscles to give his friends the best feelings possible. And although they couldn't produce the same amount of cum as the man, it still was a wonderful sensation as he felt his insides getting coated. With John's quantity of cum, a lot would leak outside his ass. But with Mike and Matt, he usually could hold all of it in and enjoy the feeling as it moved around like a mini-enema.

There was quiet for several moments as everyone caught their breaths. Mike stood up and looked at John with a smile. "Thanks. That felt good."

"Thank 'you'," John replied. "That was a great way to finish breakfast. This old guy feels like a young kid," as Mike came and gave the man a hug. John ran his hands along the teen's ass and felt some of his own cum leaking and wetting the thighs. "You better shower."

"I will. I just want to feel your cum inside me a little bit longer."

Matt came up to John and asked a question that caught him off guard with its simplicity and child-like curiosity. "Is what the four of us did together at the same time called an orgy?"

John couldn't help himself and started to laugh, with Mike and Chris joining in. Matt looked a little perplexed and was even beginning to feel embarrassed. John grabbed the 12-year-old and hugged him. "It's okay. That was a good question. I guess none of us thought of that before. What do you think guys?" looking at Chris and Mike. "Did we just have an orgy?"

"I guess we did," Mike answered, with Chris nodding his head in agreement.

Releasing his hug and looking into the gray eyes of the boy, John replied. "It looks like we did have our first orgy. Did you enjoy it?"

Matt smiled and nodded his head. "The three of us have done stuff together, but somehow it was different when all four of us were doing sex."

"I agree. We've been breaking down any last barriers there might have been about doing sex with each other when others are around. Would you feel comfortable if the next time I want your cute little butt, Mike and Chris were watching?" The boy replied he wouldn't mind and would even find it exciting.

"Most times, the intimacy needs to be there. So a private one-on-one is what two people want. It's when love is as important as the sex. But when all of us just want to have plain old sex at the same time, then we can call it an orgy," as he saw the boys seem to agree with that. "Well, it looks like we all need to take early showers before we get started on our chores." Matt and Chris went first as John and Mike cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast. John smiled as he watched the 16-year-old ass cheeks seem to tighten up as he tried to hold as much of the man's cum as possible. He walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around the naked boy.

"Thanks again Mike. That felt wonderful. You and the others have given me a new life since your arrival," as a hand reached lower to stroke the boy cock, which rapidly reacted and got hard.

"I enjoyed it too," as he turned around to face John. "I didn't think I could have a life like this. First, I lose my parents and then was the possibility of living with Lam Sin. I never let on to Matt and Chris, but I was so scared. I tried not to show it to them, but I really was," as he leaned his head on the man's chest.

"All three of you have been through a lot. But hopefully the worst is behind us and we can enjoy life the way it was meant to be. When I knew I was going to prison I was scared too. In there, you can't show fear or someone will take advantage of that and use you. Many men there were either blackmailed or forced to be a sex object. It was like Lam Sin except it was all men. I heard some terrible stories about young-looking inmates being forced to suck cock or get fucked. If they refused, they were beaten up pretty badly. So I know what it's like to be frightened."

"Are you two getting ready to go at it again?" as the voice of Chris punctuated the air. He and Matt entered the kitchen looking fresh from their showers and wearing cutoffs and t-shirts.

"We were just sharing a private moment," as the man stepped back away from Mike. "Get started on your chores while Mike and I clean up."

When John entered the living room from his shower, he noticed the boys were gone, apparently checking everything outside. He sat down in front of his computer and began writing down the supplies he would need delivered on Saturday. He was also curious if Troy had any information on getting new identities for the three boys. He turned the monitor on and noticed the message 'You have mail' on the screen. He logged on Yahoo and once again felt that feeling in his gut that he had two days ago when he got Joshua's email. This email, though, was from a LauraG, which he knew was Joshua's mother and one of the two parents who pushed to have him sent to prison. Like before, he knew he should delete it and not read the contents. After all, he sent his final email with his decision and the reasons behind it. He could see no need for further explanations. But again, as previously, he hit the enter key and the message popped up on his screen.

Dear John.

We received your email. I expected this type of response from you. I understand completely and in a way agree. It was a difficult time for all of us. I told Joshua when we wrote to you not to hold too much hope in seeing you again and that he needed, as you implied, to move on.

Unfortunately, I underestimated my son's reaction when he read your reply. He ran to his bedroom and has refused to come out. He's been in there the past 24 hours and won't even eat. I've never seen him so withdrawn before, not even during the weeks his father was beating him to get him to testify against you. I can't ask for outside help as the situation revolves around a sensitive past as you can understand and appreciate. Some would probably still suggest my son needs serious counseling due to his "abusive" childhood.

I'm not asking that you resume your relationship with Joshua, although what he said is true that I would have no objections to him spending time with you again. But if your decision is to still not resume any further contacts with him, could you please come and tell him in person? I believe that he would accept, sadly I know, your reasons if he heard it directly from you. We can meet at a neutral location for a short time and that will be the last contact all of us will have with one another. Please consider this final request. I know you loved my son and still want to help him move on in his life.

Thank you. Laura.

A normal teenager! John smiled. What would society think of his 'normal' boys living with him today? A few hours ago the four of them had what Matt was labeling their first orgy. These weren't boys looking to explore the world of the opposite sex and engage in activities many boys their ages get involved with. These were boys who had discovered their sexuality and had expanded it to the fullest, faster and deeper than most kids would. Yes, John being a boylover influenced them. And their restricted environment on an isolated island contributed to living a lifestyle John knew they would enjoy if given the chance. And looking back to their recent 'orgy', he felt the boys wouldn't be happier living anywhere else under different conditions. So much for society's views that boys can't explore their bodies and enjoy sex until they reached a certain legal age.

But getting back to Joshua, he was now feeling more and more of an obligation to confront what he had started four years ago. If the boy was really withdrawing himself to the point of refusing to eat, he would never forgive himself if Joshua's health was jeopardized. And the boy had to realize that he couldn't depend on John as a crutch for his future. Although it would be a long flight, he could go, meet with Laura and Joshua, get things straightened out and come right back to Paradise Island. But what about the boys here he asked himself? Before he could pursue that thought, a voice from behind him came across.

"Boy, they don't give up, do they?" as Mike read the email on the computer monitor.

"It's serious this time," was the man's reply as he swiveled his chair to look at Mike standing behind him.

"You're not seriously thinking of going, are you?"

"I'm considering it."

"Please John. I have a bad feeling about this. Isn't it enough we'll be worried about you tomorrow getting hurt or even killed. If you make it through that, then we have to worry about you getting blackmailed or going back to prison."

John had the boy sit on his lap. "I understand with the losses and fears you shared with me this morning, that another traumatic event is scaring you. But you'll see, everything will work out fine. We'll put a dent in Lam Sin's kidnapping of native boys and we can close the book on my past once and for all." Trying to put the boy's mind at ease while injecting a little humor, he continued, "Do you think after that great fuck I had with you, I'm going to do something foolish so I can't enjoy your beautiful ass again?" This got Mike to smile. "Now as the oldest, I expect you to tell Matt and Chris about this email and that I'll probably be going. But you have to calm any fears they may have. And while I'm away both trips, you're going to be in charge and I have to know you can handle things."

"You can depend on me," Mike assured the adult as he wrapped his arms around the man.

"What's with the two of you hugging all the time? Are you two getting ready for more sex?" as the voice of Chris came across as he and Matt entered the living room. John nodded his head to Mike who got up and approached the two.

"Let's go out to the porch. I have something to talk to you about." Mike got puzzled looks from the others, but getting no reaction from John followed him outside. John then looked up airline schedules, car rental and hotel accommodations. When he felt he had a schedule he could manage, he booked everything and then composed his reply to Laura.

Dear Laura.

I'm sorry my reply upset your son so much. Like you, I had no idea he would take this to the point of his behavior today. I realize it's been four years, but he's not acting like the boy I remembered. My mindset is still the same that he needs to go on with his life and forget about me. But if I telling him face-to-face can be the only way he can accept this finality, I'm willing to meet with both of you one last time.

I have selected a restaurant nearby where we can meet. At the end of this email is the name, address, date and time. I will see you both and hopefully close this chapter of our lives that cost all of us so much. See you then.

John.

John leaned back on his chair. A trip back home, and to see Joshua! He never thought this could happen. He thought of the boy a lot while serving his three-year sentence and more upon his release, wondering what the boy looked like and how his personality may have changed. He was even fearful that since three years had gone by, that the boy would now look at him with loathing as the man who molested him continuously for many months. When he won the lottery and came here to Paradise Island, he tried to push Joshua and the past further into the recesses of his memories. But he found out two days ago that the boy didn't hate him for what had happened to him and was eager to resume their relationship, and now with his mother's permission and approval. It was just too much to grasp. But now he had his own family and the lifestyle he always dreamed of having. There was no room for old memories. Today and for the future, new memories were going to be made. The three boys came inside and approached John. "So you're going to see Joshua?" Matt asked.

"It seems like the best way to close that part of my life." He showed them the printout of his itinerary. "I'm going to spend more time in the air than on the ground. As you can see, I'll meet them for a short while, get some rest at a hotel and be on board a plane the next day heading back here." Trying to lighten the situation, he added. "After three days, I'll have a lot of cum for some lucky boy. I'll be real horny. Maybe, I'll even be able to cum twice one boy after another." This got a laugh from everyone. "Now I need to contact Troy, so give me some space, will you?" After the boys left, John got on the satellite phone and called Troy.

"Good to hear from you John. How are you doing?"

"Fine, Troy. There's a lot to cover, so where do you want to begin?"

"Let's start with your supply needs and we'll go from there."

So John gave his younger friend what he thought the needs would be for the next seven days. With the clothing issue taken care of last week, the boys' needs turned to the textbooks required so they could resume their schooling.

"I believe I can get what they need. There are English-speaking schools around here, so finding the materials shouldn't be a problem. I believe the Kalaukans use English textbooks."

That would make sense John thought, as the village children were learning English and therefore were getting their education based on that language. He recalled how the Kalaukan people spoke English quite well making it easier to communicate with them on their recent visit. "I think that covers the supply end. What's next?"

"I did some checking around on getting new identities for your boys. It's been a while since I had to use such services, but they are still available. It is possible to cover their entire lives to date from a birth certificate to a current vaccination card and everything in between."

"How much?" as John braced himself for the sticker shock.

"$100,000."

"$100,000!"

"Each."

$300,000!"

"Yes, John, but these documents are guaranteed fool-proof and will pass any close inspection. These will insure that your three boys are in no way associated with the three missing from California."

Although stunned at first by the price tag, John felt a little ashamed at his reaction. $300,000 was a lot of money, but nothing he couldn't handle from his multimillion-dollar portfolio. He had accepted the responsibility of looking after, and, protecting these boys. So whatever it took, he should be willing and gladly pay for their welfare and safety. "Sorry, Troy. I didn't mean to react like that. Of course I'll pay whatever it costs. You and I haven't talked such large amounts since you showed me this island. I'll make arrangement for the money to be transferred to wherever necessary."

"No problem. I was somewhat stunned too. But I know these people from the days of my father in that they are professionals," as Troy then gave John the necessary information for the funds transfer. "By the way, we'll need to take current head shots of the boys for passport purposes. Can we do that Saturday when I arrive with the supplies?"

John told Troy that would be fine. "But before we do, can you bring Tupelo?"

"The barber?"

"Yes, the four of us could use some trimming."

"I'm sure he'll be available. I'll bring him with me."

"Thanks Troy." Then John went on to reveal his intention of assisting the Kalaukan men on a trip to Lam Sin's island to search for any kidnapped native boys.

There was a pause before Troy spoke. "When were you going?"

"Tomorrow. We'll arrive in the evening and should be back on Kalauka Island by Friday morning."

"Why?"

"I guess it's kind of difficult to explain. I told you Chief Haoa's son was taken several months ago and you shared with me about other boys disappearing. And now that I have three of my own that could have ended up with Lam Sin, I feel a responsibility to help in whatever way I can if it will save any other boys from his clutches." John could hear a sigh from the other end as he waited for Troy's response.

"That's very dangerous, John. I hope all of you know what you are doing."

"I believe the element of surprise will give us the advantage. The Kalaukan men will land on the island. I'm just providing transport. But just in case 3;" as he instructed Troy that should he arrive Saturday and John hadn't returned, he was to take the boys to the safety of Kalauka Island and insure everything John owned would eventually belong to them.

"You know I'll do everything you asked. Just be careful."

"I have another favor to ask you," John continued.

"Of course, what can I do?"

"When you leave Saturday, I need to go with you and be taken to the airport," as the man shared the information about the trip to the United States.

"You're full of surprises today. You're going to fly all those thousands of miles just to spend less than 24 hours on land?"

"I know it sounds strange, but it's a personal matter that needs to be taken care of. And if I'm not at the airport when it's time for you to pick me up, the same rule applies for my boys safety and welfare." He thought he heard a chuckle coming from Troy.

"No disrespect, John. I just remember when we met and for several months how you praised the idea of the solitude living on your own island with no stress or concerns. The biggest news you gave me every week was how many coconuts you gathered for me to take back. Now, you're going to an island belong to Lam Sin and right after that a mystery trip to America."

John had to chuckle also and agree with Troy's assessment of the past few weeks. The landing of the three boys and the responsibility associated with that had changed his life dramatically. Hearing from a boy for the first time in four years had also impacted on the once solitude he had sought long and hard for. But maybe that was what was needed in his life. He had to admit to himself that the thrill of having three boys that depended on him made him feel more alive. Of course, their willing participation in an intergenerational sexual relationship added an extra spice, as he smiled recalling the great sex enjoyed so far with the boys. "You're right. I never thought my life would change so much so quickly. But now that it has, I'm enjoying it, despite the dangers and mysteries."

"Okay John. I'll get started on this end. Anything else?"

"How long do you think it will take to get all the documents for the boys?

"I was told about a month. I know that sounds like a long time, but I was assured that the longer time was needed to make the documents as real as possible."

"I understand. And Troy, thanks. I feel more comfortable knowing the boys will be okay if it becomes necessary."

"Don't worry about it. You just be careful so I can see you Saturday."

Signing off, John leaned back on his chair. Everything was in place. The next four days would be a whirlwind of adventure from a hopeful rescue to seeing Joshua for the last time. Troy was right. Until recently, except for Aukai's visits, he would have been classified as a hermit. A dog and two cats were his only companions. Although he enjoyed the life and getting away from a past he'd wanted to forget, he was happy with the way events had unfolded recently. He realized now that he didn't want to be alone ever again. When the boys returned, John covered his conversation with Troy with them.

"Schoolbooks and haircuts in one day. And I was beginning to like it here," Mike tried sounding serious, but couldn't and gave a grin.

John just shook his head. "Well, we all agreed you needed to return to your studies. And you need to look like normal boys for your passport pictures."

But opposite of Mike's tone, Matt was more serious. "You're going to spend $100,000 for each of us?" It started to sink in among the three boys what John was willing to spend to protect them.

"I would have happily spent a million on each of you if that was what was needed."

"Dollars or Euros?" the ever-joking Mike quickly shot back, which got everyone laughing.

"Coconuts, if I had to collect that many. We may not be related by blood, but I can't feel any closer than if we were a real family," John replied, a little lump in his throat. "You have changed my life. It's hard to explain. I look back at what happened to me and think that maybe I had to go through a three-year trial in order to more appreciate what I have today. Whether it was fate or luck, I couldn't consider myself happier than I am today. And if I had to spend every dime I had to keep us together, I wouldn't hesitate."

There was silence for a few seconds as Chris then spoke. "We love you too John. I know the three of us wish we could have our parents alive today. And as much as we miss them, we know you love us as much as they did." "Thanks, Chris. Thanks to all of you."

"I think this calls for a special 'orgy' tonight," Mike announced. This got agreements from the other two boys.

"Oh Lord, what evil are you three planning now?"

Motioning to Matt and Chris, Mike told them to follow him as they went to one of the bedrooms and closed the door.

John leaned back again on his chair. His cock started reacting to the announcement of a four-some sex game later. These boys were amazing; from just having their cherries popped a week ago to devising new sex entertainment for all to enjoy. At this rate, they would be teaching Aukai a thing or two instead of the other way around. He got up and went to start dinner.

Although dinner should have been a happy affair, the tone was serious as John tried to cover everything they needed to know for the next 48 hours. The boys were realizing that the man wouldn't be home tomorrow to join them in their evening meal and say goodnight to. As much as John tried to convince them that everything would be all right, the boys were still apprehensive. All had recently lost their parents and were afraid of losing their newest protector and friend. John told them that as much as he wanted to call frequently from his boat to them during the nighttime venture, he couldn't chance their signal being intercepted and Lam Sin's island being aware of their approach. He knew he was stretching the imagination on this, but never having participated in such an undertaking, he was trying to cover all contingencies. "I've been watching too many James Bond movies," he told himself.

With the meal completed, it was Mike who tried to get everyone's mind off tomorrow by saying it was time for the surprise orgy the three boys had been planning. "The three of us agree that we like your cock in our butts and you filling it with your cum. But each of us can't cum that much yet if we fuck you."

John looked at each boy. "Hey guys, I hope you haven't been dwelling on that. It's the feelings you get that counts." Looking at Matt, he asked, "The first couple of times you had your orgasm and nothing came out of your cock, did it feel any less great than today, now that you can shoot?" Matt shook his head no. "So as long as you get the same pleasures, I don't care if you squirt a lot or nothing inside me. I'll still get the same enjoyment regardless and want you to get the same satisfaction."

"But we want to squirt a lot in you so you can get that full feeling like you give us. And we figured how to do it!" Mike pronounced, getting agreeing nods from Matt and Chris.

John gave them a quizzed look wondering what the three had concocted.

"All of us are going to fuck you, one right after the other. By the time we're through, all of our cum inside you at the same time will fill you up," the secret finally shared by Mike.

The man shook his head. What a transition from being virgin boys to coming up with ideas like this. The three standing before him had really gotten into this sexual lifestyle and were even considering new ideas to enhance the pleasures for everyone involved. "It would be great getting the same squishy feeling inside that you guys tell me about. I'm ready for three hot boys to fuck me. How did you plan on doing this?"

It was Chris who took over describing what was going to happen. "Matt will be first, then me and lastly Mike."

"Well, I'm ready. How do we start?"

"Let's go to your bedroom and get naked first," were the instructions from Chris. Like several hours earlier as the four walked along the sandy shores of Paradise Island and later when they had what they would always classify as their first orgy, a man and three boys were naked together, this time in the same bedroom. John was told to lie on his stomach as the man saw Matt getting the tube of KY Jelly. He didn't think it would be needed for the boy's smaller cocks to enter his ass, but he let the game play out the way they wanted it.

"We only need the KY for the first time," Mike explained. "Matt's cum will make it slippery for Chris to fuck you and I'll have both their cum when it's my turn." John just nodded and told them to go ahead as he was looking forward to this new experience, never having been fucked back-to-back before in his life.

After apply the lubricant, Matt got between John's spread legs and aimed his preteen cock at the man's anal entrance. With a push he slid his entire young cock inside. John relaxed as he enjoyed the feeling of this visitor. His own cock was rock hard underneath him and he could see Mike and Chris with erections of their own, their hands stroking the hard meat. He wondered if they would be able to hold on until their own turns at fucking him before an eruption would occur. He continued to feel Matt's cock try to push in as far as it could. No human male ever needed training on the basics of fucking. It was an instinct triggered automatically when a cock finds itself an opening, wrapped by warm flesh. Thus it was so with young Matt as he felt the ever-growing, yet now familiar, sensation, as his balls were getting ready to release a small but mighty blast of his youthful boy cream. Although a boy was fucking him, John wondered had he been more gay sexually, what it would have felt like with another man's cock stretching him as he stretched the boys here? Maybe the next time he went to Kalauka Island, he might ask one of the older teen boys to pound his ass. He then heard Matt grunt and make one last push inside John as he felt a couple of small squirts hit his insides. He realized the youth was making great strides in the amount his balls were producing and the intensity of those ejaculations. After a moment to catch his breath, Matt stated that felt great and hoped John enjoyed it too.

"Your cock gave me a good feeling. I'm trying not to cum until I get all of you guys' cum inside me."

"My turn," Chris reminded everyone as Matt withdrew his soften boy cock and Chris quickly got into position and eased his tube inside the man's channel. "I can feel Matt's cum inside John," as Chris started his own fucking motion. Once again, John felt another young cock trying to reach his inner depths. The motions were causing his cock to continue rubbing on the sheets underneath as he tried to concentrate on the feelings his ass was receiving and not the friction on his cock, but it was getting hard to keep the two separate. To make it more difficult, he turned and saw Mike licking on the soft flesh of Matt's cock, cleaning the remnants of its sperm coating. He closed his eyes as he felt Chris' increased tempo indicating that the 13-year-old was quickly reaching the point of no return. With one last hard shove, Chris stated he was cumming and John once again felt the familiar sensation as his anal walls were hits by shots of boy cream adding to the liquid treasure left by Matt. As Chris pulled out, John squeezed his ass muscles and for the first time in his life could really feel boy sperm moving around inside. Before he could really dwell on that new awareness, he felt Mike get on top of him and quickly slide his own hard cock inside, the third cock in less than 20 minutes.

John shouldn't have opened his eyes as the sight he saw almost triggered his own orgasm. It was now Matt licking on the cock of Chris, this time tasting not only his own cum that covered the teen's tube, but Chris' also. He then told Mike he didn't think he could hold much longer as his balls were waging a battle to release its load against John's desire to hold off as long as possible. Mike told him to go ahead and get off. With the third boy's cock pounding inside him and the visions of boys sucking each other, it was too much for him as his cock erupted, shaking John's body as the boy inside him continued to fuck. As his body shook from the intense orgasm, it had a side effect that caused his ass to mightily clamp on Mike cock's creating an even more suction feeling. It was too much for the teen and a moment later Mike emptied his own balls inside John. Both the man and boy were experiencing something new. The cum Mike felt inside John's ass when he first entered left by Matt and Chris seemed to create a new erotic feeling as his cock felt both the walls of the cum-coated anal tunnel as well as a liquid cum mixture left behind. Knowing he would soon add his own sperm juice aroused him even more when the walls of the man's ass clamped on his cock almost preventing its movement. That and one more push sent the teen over the edge as he released his own nectar to add to the others.

As the 16-year-old withdrew his cock, it was then that John realized that he did have a combination of boy cream, that each ejaculation may not have produced the volume that would increase as they got older, but now together the three's nectar left a good amount to be really felt as he clamped his ass to feel even more the boy sperm inside. As he turned around and slowly sat up, his cock covered with the results of his own orgasm, he saw Chris take the now three-flavor cum-covered boy cock of Mike and use his tongue to carefully clean it of its coating. It had been amazing sights seeing each boy without hesitation use his tongue to lick a cock that had just been fucking someone's ass. The cocks were not 'dirty', but just covered with their own precious cream. Although each boy had tasted and enjoyed one another's cum, this was added enjoyment to them knowing that they were licking off not only their own cream, but of their friend's. Then to John's surprise, Matt came over and knelt between his legs, grabbed the now softened cock and repeated the ritual he had done with Chris, starting to lick the man's cock clean. He wanted to stop the boy and tell him it wasn't necessary. But then he thought to himself, "Hell, this is what boylove and boy sex is all about. Why should I deprive myself of such voluntary pleasure?" as he watched, and felt, the soft tongue gently do its work, while keeping his ass cheeks clamped shut to retain his precious cargo. But soon all the cleaning each boy could do was completed leaving once more rock-hard cocks. It was Mike who asked how he felt.

"You guys were great! I can now appreciate the same feelings of being filled after a fucking. I almost regret having to lose all this love juice soon."

"Don't worry John," Chris put in. "We can do it again anytime you want just as you can fill us up with your cock whenever you want to fuck us," as the three approached the man and it turned into a group hug, naked bodies pressing against each other. John didn't want to spoil the moment, but he had to get serious.

"Thanks all of you, but I need to get some sleep. It may be a long time before I'll be able to sleep again," as the boys understood that a few hours remained before their adult friend would be leaving on perhaps a very dangerous mission. The three offered to change the sheets on John's bed as he prepared to shower. John chuckled to himself saying his washer and dryer were getting workouts cleaning cum-stained sheets every day. Saying goodnight to the boys, he headed to the shower, and as the warm water cascaded over him released the clamping on his ass cheeks feeling the boys' cum slowly leak out. He wasn't sure how long he stood under the water, but after a while felt he had drained all that had been inside him. Turning off the water, he dried himself off and headed to his bedroom where he found the bed freshly made. Turning off the light, he slid under the coverings, the sea breeze gently flowing through a half-opened window.

He found it difficult to get to sleep as his thoughts kept going to tomorrow and the rescue of any boys still being held captive. Would they really have the element of surprise? Could those who occupied Lam Sin's island have equipment to detect John's craft before it reached the island even in the dark? He shuddered thinking of the consequences. He tossed and turned and now wished one of the boys had offered to sleep with him tonight. But they had probably felt he didn't need the distraction and left him alone. He wasn't sure how long it was, but finally felt his eyelids getting drowsy as sleep finally came.

Chapter Twelve
The Rescue

Arriving in the kitchen, he saw an empty bowl and a box of cereal on the table, apparently for him when he woke up. The boys had obviously been awake for a while, had breakfast and were outside somewhere. Eating his Cheerios, he then spotted his two cats eyeing him from a corner of the kitchen entrance. "Hi, girls." Even after almost two weeks, the cats hadn't become super friendly with the boys. They allowed petting and occasional holding, but like all felines, still preferred to be left alone. John was sure they had been fed, but went ahead and place out some more food. Princess, the dog, was apparently with the boys. She had accepted them and was happy to have that much more attention given to her. He then realized that he hadn't mentioned anything about his pets when he arranged for the boys' care should something happen to him. But he knew between the Troy and the three, they would be cared for.

After breakfast John went outside and sat in the porch listening to the ocean waves as they concluded their journey to the sandy shore of the island. He realized that it was just such a scenario nearly two weeks ago when the three boys landed on his island. He smiled as he recalled hearing their fantastic stories of life on a ranch, being groomed to be sex toys for a man thousands of miles away. And yet despite the prospect of such a frightening future, they had given sex a try here and after discovering the wonderful pleasures involved, accepted the new lifestyle and became more than willing participants in whatever erotic adventures presented itself. They learned of John's own past and his sexual preference as a boylover. The boys seemed to then mold their own enjoyment of sex around the man's desire to have sex with them. John sighed. If he could videotape one of their sexual interludes and send a copy to every boy in the world, there would certainly be a rebellion as they would clamor and demand the right to decide their own sexual lifestyle at whatever age they desired. Sadly, only a very few minuscule number of boys today have been fortunate enough to discover the pleasures of learning sex from a man. Most are taught to fear such encounters by the headlines made by those few men who go way beyond the boundaries of boylove.

John got up and went to the boat dock to prep the Sea Ray for its longest voyage since arriving on this island. Using an electric pump, he fueled the craft from one of the barrels of fuel kept in the nearby shed. He wondered if he had enough for the round-trip journey and after doing a quick calculation in his head knew he had more than what was necessary. There were only enough life jackets for four people. He didn't know how many were going with him. But being people of the island and the surrounding waters, he figured the Kalaukan men wouldn't desire to wear one. Although John had purchased a rifle upon his settling on Paradise Island for target practicing, he decided not to bring it along. He doubted the Kalaukans had such weapons and were probably, like he, counting on darkness and the element of surprise. It was difficult enough knowing that men could be killed on such a venture. He knew he couldn't aim his rifle at another man and pull the trigger just to kill him. He had to count on Chief Haoa and his men to take care of whatever was necessary as he waited for them on his boat.

"Morning John," came the voices of Matt, Chris and Mike as they approached him on the dock. All were wearing what was now becoming customary clothing of cutoffs and shirtless. Despite the seriousness of what laid ahead, John couldn't help but admire the beauty of these three boys, their smooth chests shining in the morning sun. The time in the sun had started to give them golden tans.

"Morning guys. Sorry I slept so late. Had trouble sleeping during the night."

The boys looked at their friend and understood the meaning. Just as they talked among themselves as they were gathering coconuts, they knew the apprehension everyone felt, as John's departure grew closer. "When do you think you'll be home?" Chris asked.

"I would imagine late tomorrow. I must add that although this will be tough, I will try to get in contact with you via radio as soon as possible, so you'll know exactly how things are went. You might have to stay up well past midnight to know the final results. But if you don't hear from me, don't panic. Circumstances may prevent me from using the radio."

'Circumstances' was what scared the boys most, as they were afraid it meant John was incapacitated. "We will," again spoke the 13-year-old. "None of us will be able to sleep anyhow until we know you're safe and on the way back to Kalauka Island."

John looked at his watch and saw he still had an hour before he was scheduled to leave. So the four of them went back to the porch. Making sure they were comfortable being alone and knowing what to do, he reminded them that Mike, being the oldest, was in charge. He also shared with them how to contact Troy if necessary. "Unless it's an emergency, don't contact him. If I'm not back here when he arrives Saturday, he'll take care of you."

There was silence for a while as each had his own thoughts. When it was time, everyone got up and headed back to the boat dock. All got on board as John make last minute checks. Satisfied that all was ready, he turned and faced the boys. "I'll be back," then realizing he sounded like Arnold Schwarzenegger from the Terminator movies. Mike was the one who chuckled making the connection as Chris and Matt had confused looks on their faces. "What I mean is that I'll be careful and will be home tomorrow. We'll celebrate with some great sex and the knowledge that we hopefully saved other nearby boys from being kidnapped for Lam Sin."

"Please take care of yourself," Matt spoke. "We lost one family already. We don't want to lose another."

John was speechless. Although he had spoken to the boys about all of them being a family, it was quite different when one of the boys referred to him as family. He appreciated even more how fortunate he was to have such a 'family'. He gave Matt a hug, rubbing his hand one more time along the smooth flesh of the boy's back. He repeated the act with Chris. Despite the seriousness of the upcoming venture, he felt his cock start to grow as his hand rubbed along the backs of each boy. When it came to Mike, as they both hugged and pressed together, the teen could feel the man's stiff rod.

"You pervert," Mike whispered.

John looked into the eyes of Mike and smiled. "To the very end."

The clock struck noon and it was time to go. Starting the engines, he put on a life preserver as the boys got off and released the mooring rope as he eased the craft out into the open waters. With everyone giving one last wave, John increased the throttle and began the trip toward Kalauka Island. As the island receded in the distance, he gave one last look and already felt homesick and knew he couldn't wait to be back safe and sound.

It was a beautiful day as the Sea Ray sliced through the waters on its way to Kalauka Island. His thoughts shifted to the previous visit exactly a week ago when he and the three boys landed there for the first time. It was amazing in many ways, as Mike, Chris and Matt had just landed on his own island five days before. In that short time they had accepted the idea of living a sexual lifestyle with him and before they had left for Kalauka Island, two of the boys have given up their anal virginity to him. They spent 24 hours completely naked among the Kalaukan people and experienced wonderful sex from a community that believed in openness and erotic pleasures.

The highlight, of course, was the 'Right Of Manhood' he was honored to give to a native virgin boy. Although he had gotten to know Aukai from the boy's monthly visits to Paradise Island, taking his cherry in such a fashion was unique and special, despite the pain the 12-year-old had to endure to prove he was ready to be called a man. He now knew that after the visits by the boy and not being allowed then to enjoy the warm anal tunnel, he could count on reliving that feeling of last week inside the boy's ass, this time without the pain. Hopefully Aukai would feel the same enjoyment as his own boys felt as he fucked each one.

He shifted thoughts wondering what Chief Haoa and his men had planned in regards to landing on Lam Sin's island and searching for any boys being held there. He knew they were warriors from their heritage. They maintained a tight security on the eastern side of their island to prevent unwanted visitors from snooping around. And although they would probably just bring spears and arrows, he knew they would be a deadly force.

During the two-hour journey, various questions entered his mind. What if they find boys on that island? Hopefully Chief Haoa has already thought ahead as to how to return them to their own respective island or village without the connection being made to him and/or the Kalaukans. As the miles went by and he grew closer to his destination, he felt more alert knowing the real part of this venture was drawing closer. Although still nervous how the outcome would be, he was anxious to get started. It would take many hours to reach their target and it had to be timed in the dead of night.

Before he knew it, the familiar outline of the island began to appear on the horizon. John used his binoculars to spot any activity on the beach, as he was sure he had been spotted. In a few moments one of the larger canoes pushed off the shores as John noticed six men 3; and a boy, paddling toward his approaching craft. He eased the Sea Ray to the same point as he had last week, cut the engines and awaited the Kalaukans. Of course, the boy passenger on the canoe was Aukai. But he was especially surprised to see Chief Haoa approaching also; the man was easily recognizable by the headdress of his position as the leader. Guiding the canoe to the boat's ladder, the first one to climb up and greet John was Aukai.

"John!" as the boy jumped into the man's arms giving him the same hug as he did last week. Just as before, the man felt the soft flesh of the boy's back as he returned the hug, instantly recalling moments of the previous visit and those when Aukai came to Paradise Island.

"It's good to see you again. How is the new 'man' of the village?"

The 12-year-old beamed with pride at the recognition of his new status, but quickly changed into a frown. "I may be a man, but my father will not let me go with you on the rescue." Before John could ask why, Chief Haoa climbed into the craft.

"Chief Haoa, I'm honored that you should come here to greet me," as the two men exchanged hugs and handshakes.

"It is we who are honored by your desire to help us," the chief replied. "Let us go to the village." John looked at the chief with questioning eyes. "Don't worry, it will be a short visit and then we will begin our journey."

John wasn't going to question the Kalaukan leader, but knowing the nudity lifestyle, wondered about getting naked, taking care of whatever Chief Haoa had planned, getting dressed and back to the boat, and how much time would be lost. The last thing he wanted to do was get to Lam Sin's island as the sun was coming up. Dropping the anchor, he climbed into the canoe and soon was being paddled to the shore.

As they arrived on the sandy beach, everyone climbed out and started the walk to the village. The shore was deserted except for a couple of the Kalaukan men and John wondered about that as many more people were there last time when he and the boys visited. As before, Aukai and the men wore their sarongs being away from the nudity environment of the interior of the island. They walked past the fields and again John wondered where everyone was as before he had seen the women and young children tending crops. The answers became clear as they entered the now familiar Kalaukan village. Chief Haoa, Aukai and the accompanying men quickly removed their sarongs baring their totally naked bodies.

The entire village population had gathered to greet John as he was spotted. The cheer that went up totally caught the man off guard. "This is for you," Aukai told him beaming with a large smile. Until recently his own so-called friends and neighbors had looked upon him as the lowest scum of the earth. He had been ridiculed, despised and hated. Yet, at this very moment, over 300 naked men, women and children were cheering his arrival. Emotions overwhelmed the man as he fought to keep the tears forming in his eyes. Chief Haoa raised his hand and there was silence.

Looking at John, the chief spoke. "Thank you for coming back, my friend. Our village is in your debt. In the span of a week, you have become very special to us. You helped my son become a man and now you're going to join us to hopefully rescue any kidnapped boys. When we go on such ventures, we paint ourselves as symbols of being warriors. We want you to join us as such and may we have good fortune on our journey."

At that moment Tangaroa and five other men appeared from one of the huts. Their upper bodies were painted with various symbols that John guessed were Kalaukan in nature. All wore black sarongs and a black cape to cover the remainder of their bodies. They were big burly muscular men with no nonsense looks in their demeanor. They certainly looked the type who could take care of themselves. A bow, arrows and a spear were the only weapons each man carried. The first thought that went through John's head as he saw these men was, "Man, I wouldn't want to piss one of them off." So these were the warriors that would accompany Chief Haoa and John on their journey. Before he could give a response to the chief's words, Aukai was pulling at the belt on his pants. "Hurry, you must get naked before we can paint you as a warrior."

When here the previous time, he and the boys undressed in one of the huts. It then didn't take long once among these people to accept nudity as a natural thing. But taking off all your clothes with 300 sets of eyes observing you is another matter. But John realized the importance and honor being given him. Trying to ignore the starring eyes, he removed his clothing and soon was naked among his friends. At that moment the crowd dispersed and two seats were brought forward for Chief Haoa and John to sit upon.

A woman, John found out was Chief Haoa's wife, approached her husband with several bowls of various color pigments. Aukai explained that the paint was created from extracts of the local plants. An older teen boy, probably about sixteen years of age, brought an identical set of bowls and gave them to Aukai. For the next 30 minutes both men's chests were covered with Kalaukan symbols. Haoa and Aukai explained that the symbols told of the warriors' determination to fulfill his duty and the pride of being called for such an honor. Aukai then complained again of not being able to come along.

"You passed the 'Right Of Manhood' that allows you to begin your training as a warrior. In your case, you must also learn leadership skills, as one day you will take my place as chief. Your people will depend on you for guidance and, more importantly, keeping our special traditions alive," the chief explained to his son. Aukai grudgingly accepted the wisdom of his father, but like all 12-year-old boys wanted to grow up faster than usual. As John knew himself, it's always too late when reaching adulthood to lament those wonderful memories as a boy wishing he could be a young lad one more time. At least now with the three boys back on Paradise Island, they were giving him the nearest thing to enjoying childhood once again, especially when it came to sex. He then told Chief Haoa of the arrangements made to bring his boys to Kalauka Island should anything happen to him.

"I understand, but you are being pessimistic," the chief said with a smile. "We will all return safe and sound to a big celebration being planned." John then asked how any boys found would be returned to their homes without Lam Sin knowing who took them. The chief was enigmatic with his response, but said arrangements would be made with untraceable results. Aukai then held up a small mirror and John observed for the first time the paintings on his chest. The boy told his friend that he was now a warrior. John hoped so. Being fierce-looking on the outside was totally different than what he felt on the inside. The butterflies inside him were having a riot. A Kalaukan boy who appeared to be about the 11 or 12-years-old approached Aukai and gave him a black sarong and cape identical to those John had seen on Tangaroa and his men. Aukai then presented it to his Paradise Island friend. The first thought that went through John's mind was, "If this is all I'm going to wear, I'm going to catch pneumonia."

Then Tangaroa and his men approached John and the chief and for the first time the group who would make the trip to Lam Sin's island stood together as one. John felt so out of place. He wasn't muscular and athletic-looking as the men who stood with him, but thought he still looked good for being 40 years old. The chief was probably close to John's age. Tangaroa and the other men look like late 20's, maybe early 30's. If he didn't know better, he'd swear there must be a gym somewhere on the island to account for the physique of these men. Whatever the ages, and how he thought of his own physical shape, he felt small and puny beside them.

A moment later, eight preteen boys, one being Aukai, came one to each member of the rescue group and gave them what looked like some sort of bracelet to wear on their wrists. Although Aukai had done the painting on John's chest, the man was happy to see the boy present his father with the ceremonial bracelet. The young boy who gave John his bracelet was the same who brought the sarong and cape. He had the same beautiful features of the boys of the island. The man's eyes roamed over the smooth hairless body, the small cock and balls and was glad he was wearing a sarong as he was fighting the urge of arousal seeing such a sight standing a foot [30 cm] in front of him.

It was now time to head back to the shore and board the Sea Ray. The eight men began the walk along the trail leading to the beach. Aukai, after putting on his sarong, was the only other accompanying the group. He came up to John and spoke. "That was Maru who gave you the cape. He's next in line for the 'Right Of Manhood' ceremony.

John nodded his head. "He's a hot-looking boy."

Aukai gave the man a poke in the ribs. "'I'm' your hot-looking boy."

The man put his arm over the native boy's shoulders. "Yes, you are. Very." John then asked how the boy felt since the ceremony last week.

"I was sore for a couple of days. But since then I've let my father have his honor twice so far." Looking up at John, he stated, "But I want you to have me the most."

"I would love that, Aukai. This time I want to enjoy you without any pain of objects attached to you."

"You will. And if you need a special reason to hurry back safely from this journey, it's that my ass will be part of your reward when you return." As tempting as that invitation sounded, John wasn't sure what shape he would be in 24 hours from now. He wondered, but didn't ask, what Aukai meant when he said it would be 'part' of his reward. Did the boy have other sexual plans on his mind?

As the group stepped out of the thick forest to the shore, the first sight John noticed were three canoes attached by rope to the stern of the Sea Ray. Tangaroa explained to John. "We will get as close as we can without being spotted. Fortunately, there is no moon tonight. We will row the rest of the distance in the canoes to the island."

"Of course goofus," John thought to himself. "What was 'your' wonderful plan 3; drive right up to their boat dock and yell 'Here I am'?" He realized how out of his league he was in such a serious undertaking. He felt safer now that he knew much thought and planning went into this rescue operation. Aukai gave John a hug and did the same to his father. Boarding four other canoes being paddled by Kalaukan men not going on this trip, they were soon upon the Sea Ray and the eight men went aboard. The canoes returned to the shore as John fired up the engines, raised anchor and turned the craft northward. He gave full throttle as the journey began. John took one last look at the receding island as he saw a young boy silently standing there in the ever-growing twilight of the upcoming evening.

As the sun disappeared and total darkness enveloped the sky, John watched carefully his GPS, hoping he was going in the right direction. He had looked on the Internet at a blown-up detailed map of the surrounding waters. Only one very small island had shown up that had no name or any other information. It appeared in the general area he was heading. He hoped he was right or it was going to be a long wasted trip for nothing. The Kalaukan men had planned for this. The least he could do was get them to the right island.

Chief Haoa approached John on the bridge. "It has been five years since we had to go and fight." John looked at the man with a question in his eyes. "Yes, we had another kidnapping then. That time it was the Ulanti people when they took one of our young girls."

"Ulanti?" John asked.

"Their island is about the same distance west of us as yours is to ours. We traded and were on friendly terms for many, many years. One of the chief's sons wanted one of our young girls for his wife. We had never intermarried with other villages. She said no and we respected her wishes and made it known to them. But they plotted and one day caught her alone and kidnapped her. The Ulanti are also fierce warriors, so nearly every man of our village was needed to get our girl back. We were successful, but several men on both sides were killed. Since then we have had no further contact with them."

"I never heard of the Ulanti," John admitted.

"They are even more protective of their lifestyle than we are. Whenever we would meet, the meetings were always on the shore of each other's islands. We never went into their village and they never went into ours."

"Do you have any idea what lifestyle they tried to hide?"

"It is similar to ours in that nudity and free sex is the norm, but there is more," as John listened attentively learning some of the history of the Kalaukan people. "Our history is very old. It is told that the Kalaukan and Ulanti were once one tribe. Then some of the people wanted to expand the sexual rituals to involve more and more pain. Most of us disagreed; only believing a small part was necessary like in the 'Right Of Manhood' ceremony, which had a specific purpose. But several didn't believe sex was satisfying unless pain was a part of it."

"S&M" John thought quickly to himself.

"Over time, it got to the point where the two groups couldn't live together. So those who believed in pain as part of sex left us, found their own island and renamed themselves the Ulanti. We continued for many generations trading with our blood kin, but never again allowing them inside our village as they forbade us in theirs. The act of kidnapping one of ours was evil enough, but we were also concerned she would be used in the sexual manner they preferred. She was aware of their 'sex with pain' lifestyle and wanted no part of being one of them."

"So they practice what we call 'Sadism and Masochism', the pleasure and gratification of giving and receiving pain?" was John's question.

"I have heard that term. During some of our visits before the kidnapping, a few Ulanti members would come to me and describe what they were forced to endure and expressed fear at such daily painful rituals. Sex was no longer the pleasure it was once. They wanted to escape, but were afraid to. Some asked to come to our village, but I couldn't take the chance, not knowing if ulterior motives were involved."

There was silence for a several minutes and then Chief Haoa went to rejoin his men. All had made themselves as comfortable as possible for the long journey. John heard no conversations between them. Apparently all knew their duties and were prepared to act upon them. He wondered how many of the men aboard had fought against the Ulanti five years ago? More than likely all had battle experience. So a trip to another island away from home to rescue a child will seem very familiar to the Ulanti rescue.

Although John tried to concentrate on the mission ahead, he couldn't shut out the next venture upon his return home, seeing Joshua again. He understood the boys on his island's apprehension. Except for John, the boys had been lied to and manipulated by other adults since their parents' deaths, almost ending up in Singapore as a result. They had finally found someone they felt they could trust. He wondered if there was a fleeting hint of jealousy also. The boys were now happy in their new life. Could they be concerned that someone from the past could disrupt that? John disregarded that notion. The purpose for the trip was to make Joshua see it was time to move on. A face-to-face meeting for an hour or two and that would be it. The boy would have to understand that. And he felt confident there was no trickery involved. He even thought of calling his lawyer to meet with him, Laura and Joshua to insure nothing was said or implied that could come back to haunt him. But again he could see no need to expand the meeting beyond just the three. He could get up and walk out the moment he sensed anything amiss. But now that the meeting was on, he was curious to see how the former 9-year-old had changed since he last saw him. Four years is a big growth spurt for a boy.

The hours continued to pass as the Sea Ray and its passengers drew closer to their destination. Adrenalin was helping keep John awake as he continued to monitor the GPS and fuel consumption. He figured they were over halfway there. Except for using the canoes for the final approach, Chief Haoa hadn't provided any other details. He was curious, but knew the chief would share whatever he felt John needed to know. He also wished he could call the boys and let them know everything was all right so far, but couldn't chance the call may be intercepted. Although he knew the boys were probably awake even at this hour, they would have to wait until the mission was completed to hear from him. A couple hours later the Kalaukan chief again approached John and asked how far they were in their journey.

"I figure we're about three-fourths there," John told the man.

"Good. Our mission has started off well. Without you, this would not be possible."

"With all due respect, Chief Haoa, you and your village have given me too much credit for my small part in this."

"It is no small part for us. Without you and your boat we could not go and find Kauri. More important, you have offered to help us, willing to risk yourself for us."

John felt a little embarrassed by all this. If the chief knew how much the shaking within him was growing as they drew nearer to Lam Sin's island, he wouldn't be singing such high praises. "I hope Kauri is there."

"I know. I place too much hope after all this time. Whether he is there or not, that wicked place will never hold boys taken from their families again," as John felt the determination in that voice. Small talk continued for a while when Tangaroa walked up to John as the chief left to join his men.

"You must be tired," the Kalaukan man spoke. "You have been here for many hours."

"I don't know if the nervousness or excitement of what we are about to do is what's keeping me focused and alert." Looking at the burly man, he asked, "You seem confident about what you're going to do?"

Tangaroa smiled. "We may seem backwards to other cultures living so secluded and with our lifestyle. But we are very united when it comes to the safety of our island and people. What we lack in modern weapons, we make up in courage and determination."

"I know your people have started to learn about the outside world and have even embraced the English language to compliment your native tongue. How do you feel all this knowledge is affecting your culture and its future?"

The native man thought for a moment. "We knew that the world existed far beyond our island a long time ago. But the news we heard was of wars and killings, of men using others for their own gain. Now we were not perfect people ourselves, but we feared opening our village to outsiders would endanger our very existence. I don't know if your history books mention this, but entire villages were wiped out, either killed by outside invaders or disease that the native population had no immunity for. We heard of men's lust of sex and the violence associated with it. Chief Haoa told me that he shared our history with the Ulanti. We don't agree with their sexual way of life, but it pales in comparison to kidnapping boys and forcing them to the life Lam Sin would impose. We are proud of our love of sex among young and old. If our open view of sex were discovered, we would never win a battle of invasion by those with guns and rifles. Our men would be killed, the women raped and the children taken as slaves. The Kalaukans would no longer exist as a people."

John didn't respond for a while as both men looked out into the murky darkness ahead. Then he asked, "Knowing what you just told me, why did you accept outsiders on the other side of your island?"

"It was Chief Haoa's father who suggested we start a limited contact with the outside world for the purpose of knowing what we faced and maybe gaining knowledge that would help our people. It took many weeks of arguments before it was agreed to allow outsiders. They would be restricted to the western side of our island; no one was allowed into our village; and no one from our village was to say anything about our open sex. Over the years a schoolhouse was built, our children learned English and we started trading with others to benefit our own well-being."

"It seems that arrangement has worked well so far," John surmised.

"Too well," Tangaroa replied. He received a strange look from John. "Curiosity, my friend. Teachers and schoolbooks share only so much. The urge to learn more, to actually see what the world is about, the places the history books speak of is infecting our youth more and more. Aukai is the first example of that."

"Aukai?"

"He wanted to learn more, specifically someone not a teacher, but a person of the outside. After our battle with the Ulanti, we were more diligent about the waters around our home. Before you moved to your island, we kept watch on the man who lived there, making sure he was no threat to us. Later, when we learned that a new man was living on this island that liked to walk around naked as we do, Aukai begged his father to go and see."

John felt a little embarrassed when he too realized that he had been caught in his daily walks along the shore, enjoying the freedom of not wearing clothes, but not knowing he was being watched. It turned out he was glad as this prompted Aukai to land on his island and actually initiate the first sexual contact.

"Chief Haoa was furious at his son for his openness with you at his first visit. There was still the disappearance of Kauri on his mind and his concern of his son being so openly sexual with a strange outsider. But sensing no danger, he consented to allow his son the monthly visits and sharing of our lifestyle with you. He knew he was risking the entire village in the hands of a 12-year-old boy. But he trusted his son's instincts. Just about every elder, including me, pleaded with Chief Haoa not to allow this continued contact and further revelation of our traditions. But he overruled us." Turning to smile at John, Tangaroa smiled. "Looking back now, he made the right decision." John again felt his cheeks getting red.

"Once again Chief Haoa was upset at Aukai when he learned that he had invited you over to our island and to give his son the 'Right Of Manhood' test, usually an honor reserved for the father. But I believe Haoa thought the line had already been crossed. An outsider was aware of our island, it's sexual customs and even had sex with his son. The only course left was to allow you to visit and judge if we made the right decision or had condemned our future to an uncertain fate."

John took a deep breath. He knew there had been some controversy regarding Aukai's contact with him and follow-up invitation. He was now realizing how huge the decision was to allow him to visit and partake of the chief's son's initiation into manhood. Tangaroa further explained that Haoa had consented to Aukai's request as the custom allowed the boy to choose whomever he wanted. But it was usually the father or uncle. Haoa accepted his son's choice, thus convincing the elders to trust in the chief's decision and allow the visit. Seeing that John might feel a little uncomfortable about the role he was playing in Kalaukan history, Tangaroa placed an arm over the shoulders of the man and assured him that everyone was happy that John was their friend who could be trusted. John smiled a thanks as he looked at the GPS, the time, and indicated he believed they were less than ten miles [15 km] away.

"I will get Chief Haoa," Tangaroa replied as he went toward the stern.

A moment later the native leader stood by John. "Stop when we get within two miles [3 km]. We will use the canoes the rest of the way." John nodded acknowledgement and slowed the craft. He gave the chief the binoculars to look ahead. The minutes crawled. John's heart was pounding. Although deep inside he knew what he was doing was the right thing, he couldn't help but realize that he could have been home in bed right now with one of the boys, his cock buried deep within some tight ass muscles. He chastised himself for the selfish, but erotic, thoughts as he waited for the chief to hopefully spot the island. A few moments later, he got the word.

"Stop! I see it."

John didn't know whether to be relieved or even more scared. He was glad the trip so far had been successful in that he was able to pilot his craft in the dark to a pinpoint on a map. But now the real danger begins. He killed the engines. There was deathly silence, only the waves lapping against the Sea Ray's hull making any audible sound. Chief Haoa continued to stare through the binoculars. Tangaroa returned and stood by the two men. Both strained their ears and eyes to see if there was anything indicating they had been detected. Satisfied they hadn't been spotted, the chief gave Tangaroa a nod and the elder went back to the stern. Soon movement could be heard as the Kalaukan men grabbed the ropes attached to the canoes and brought them close to the boat. Chief Haoa then gave the binoculars back to John and explained the next steps.

"One canoe will leave with three men. Fifteen minutes will pass and two more will leave. Tangaroa and myself will go in the final canoe. If something goes wrong, there's a chance some will make it back here and you will leave immediately."

As long as he lived, John could never explain what prompted the next sentence to come out of his mouth. It was against all logic as well as the fear he was feeling inside. "I want to come along."

Chief Haoa gave John a long look. "This is not part of the plan. You need to be here to take whoever makes it back to Kalauka Island. If something happens to you, this journey will be for nothing."

"I know you're right Chief Haoa. But something tells me I need to go along, to be part of this. I can't just sit here. I will be careful once we land and follow your orders. But please let me come."

Tangaroa then spoke addressing the chief. "Let him join us. You and I will watch over him. You have allowed him thus far to be a part of our village. Let him continue."

John knew the chief wasn't happy with the idea, but relented, telling John he must obey what was told to him without question or hesitation. When he received an affirmative nod of the head, he told Tangaroa to have the first canoe depart.

As the canoe faded into the darkness, the long wait began. When fifteen minutes had passed, the second canoe left. Tangaroa explained that it was easier for one group to scout ahead. By the time the second canoe had landed, the first three men will have gotten a better idea of what awaited them. If anything went wrong or it appeared no rescue could be attempted, everyone would return to the Sea Ray.

Then it was time for the final canoe to leave. Retrieving a flashlight, John sat in the middle with Tangaroa in front of him and Chief Haoa behind. The two native men used their paddles to provide strong, but silent, strokes as they approached their destination. It was at this point that John starting asking himself what the hell he was thinking asking to come along. But he tried to stifle those thoughts as he concentrated ahead. He thought going to prison four years ago scared him, but that was a piece of cake compared to what he felt now. Despite the long cape he held tightly around him, he felt cold. He couldn't stop shivering and knew the men with him could feel his trepidation. He had heard once, probably in a movie, that fear brings out the best in a man. John wasn't sure about that; he only hoped he didn't embarrass himself further by crapping inside the canoe.

Thankfully, his bowels didn't betray him. As the canoe got closer to the shore, the three men could see a single bulb outside what appeared to be a small building. The other two canoes were spotted empty on the beach. Chief Haoa told John to quietly get out as the three jumped into the water and pulled the canoe to the shore less than 20 feet [6 m] ahead. As the three pulled the canoe up on the beach, John knew they were now on enemy territory. His shivering increased, if that was possible. Any moment they could be spotted by a guard and fired upon. If they were discovered, the canoes would could never get away far and fast enough. Tangaroa put an arm over John's shoulder and gave him a smile trying to assure him everything would be okay. Chief Haoa signaled quiet while the three waited on the shore by the beached canoes.

If John had been amazed by the size and determination of the Kalaukan warriors who came on this trip, the next event shocked him even more. Out of nowhere it seemed, the five men stood beside Chief Haoa and spoke to him in the Kalaukan tongue. The chief nodded his head and spoke something in return. The men disappeared just as quietly as they had arrived. Standing up, he addressed John. "Luck was with us my friend. Only two men were found and they have both been taken care of." John didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or shake even more knowing two men had just been killed. He tried telling himself that these two had probably kidnapped Kauri and who knew how many other young boys to be delivered to Lam Sin. In many countries, such crimes would have been punishable by death.

Chief Haoa spoke again, this time with a little sadness. "No boys were found. All we can do now is destroy this place. While we prepare for that, if you wish, you may look inside the building. It is safe now."

Acknowledging the chief's permission, John approached the house flashlight in hand. The building seemed to be about half the square footage of his home on Paradise Island. He saw Tangaroa and three of his men by the generator that had supplied the electrical needs and was now silent, picking up what looked like five-gallons [20 liter] cans. He figured it was the fuel required by the generator and was now going to be used to ignite a fire. He then passed the other two Kalaukan warriors as each carried a body over their shoulders of the men who once lived here. He turned his eyes away, not wanting to sear in his memory any features of the dead men as the Kalaukans headed toward the shore where the canoes were beached. He continued on as he approached what seemed like the front entrance.

Upon entering and illuminating what the flashlight beam could pick up, the first impressions were of a sparely furnished existence. There wasn't much furniture, a few chairs and a small table. The kitchen was tiny and compact. The next room was much larger. This appeared to be a communications center. A short wave radio was spotted sitting on top of a desk. It was too dark outside, but seeing this equipment must have meant an antenna of some sort located nearby. John then spotted a laptop computer. He realized that there could be information within that might reveal information about Lam Sin and his empire. Looking around, he spotted a large briefcase with some papers inside. He placed the laptop within and then opened drawers of the desk. Not having time to sort through the documents, he grabbed as much as he could, stuffed them in the briefcase and went to the next room. One quick swing of the flashlight and he immediately moved on. This was the bedroom where two cots were spotted and the flashlight showing sheets covered with blood.

After trying to slow his heartbeat, John continued. The next room provided a glimpse as to the cruelty the boys suffered here, even before being sent to Singapore. There was a large bed in the center. Straps were seen at the four corners. Mounted on one wall was a video camera for recording. On another wall were various size objects used for anal insertion. As he approached that wall, the spotted nipple clamps and other types of clamping devices to attach to a human body, probably on the sensitive areas of the cock and balls. This made him recall the 'Right Of Manhood' on Aukai. But that was a one-time event as a ceremony, not as torture. There were paddles for spanking and even some sort of electric prod, like a taser. John could picture the same poor boy coming here day-after-day being sexually tortured while awaiting a call from Lam Sin for shipment to his home. Then he realized his nose was picking up a strong odor. It only took a moment to recognize it. It was the smell of man sperm. Apparently those who tortured the boys here got off so many times that the odor of cum had become a part of this room.

Moving on, he past a bathroom and then to the final room which apparently were kept the kidnapped boys. The outside of the door had a deadbolt lock on it and the door was wide open as Chief Haoa's men had already been here and passed on the news that no boys were present. Three cots were all that could be seen with a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling. That was it, such an unassuming room for such pain and suffering. John began to head back to the front entrance. Down the short hallway, he passed one more door. Opening it, he discovered it was a closet where several coats were hanging. As he got ready to move on, his flashlight reflected off a piece of metal between the coats on the back wall. Spreading apart the coats, he discovered another deadbolt on a door. Why was there another room in the closet? His heart began that familiar mile-a-minute beating when he first got on the canoe to the island, as he slowly slid the bolt back and opened the door. It was total darkness inside. Shining his flashlight around, he discovered a solitary cot. He quickly stepped back thinking maybe there was a third guard. But he realized it didn't make sense being in a locked room. He slowly swung his flashlight around. He then saw a movement in the corner behind the cot and again jumped back. He decided this was something Chief Haoa and his men should investigate if it was indeed a third man in the building.

As he got ready to turn around, he heard what sounded like a whimpering noise. And then a small child-like voice saying one word. It wasn't in English, but John recognized the dialect. It was Kalaukan and the voice was saying 'please'. He slowly approached the corner and discovered who it was making that pleading sound. A couple of eyes were all that could be seen as the rest of the body was in a fetal position wrapped in a blanket clutched tightly. It took a moment to realize that this could be Kauri, son of Chief Haoa! He kneeled in front of the boy and whispered softly, "Kauri?" The eyes widened with recognition. Hoping the boy had learned enough of the English language at his age, John again softly spoke. "I'm here with your father, Chief Haoa. You're going home."

The boy only replied in two English words, "Father? Home?" John nodded his head and stretched out his hand. Letting go of the blanket, Kauri stuck out his small little fist. John grabbed the outstretched arm and pulled the boy to a standing position. The blanket had fallen revealing the naked body of the young Kalaukan. Rather than admire the nude form that stood in front of him, he was shocked at the various bruises and marks on the small torso. He picked up the blanket and wrapped it around the boy. The smell of smoke permeated the air and John knew the final destruction of this place had begun.

Picking up the boy with one arm and grabbing the briefcase with the other, John made his way outside. He finally got to glimpse the outside antenna as it was engulfed in flames. As he moved away from the building, Chief Haoa approached. Kauri's cry of 'Father' in the Kalaukan tongue momentarily stunned the chief as he had sadly accepted the fact earlier his son wasn't here. John lowered the boy to the ground. As he gingerly headed to his father, Chief Haoa ran and scooped up his son as both young and old cried at their reunion. Tangaroa came up to the Chief and was shocked to see Kauri. He approached John. "Where did you find him? My men searched all the rooms."

"There was a secret room hidden inside the closet. If my flashlight hadn't reflected off the deadbolt, I would have missed it." John could see the realization and horror upon Tangaroa's face that the boy would have been killed in the fire had not John found him.

"There will be no way to thank you for saving Kauri's life. You are a true Kalaukan."

John wasn't sure about the 'true Kalaukan' part, but was glad the chief and his son were together after five long months. Chief Haoa set his son down as he noticed the grimaces on the boy's face when he was hugged too tightly. Removing the blanket and in the light of the burning antenna fire, he saw the marks on the 10-year-old's body. The chief didn't say a word, but gently wrapped the blanket around Kauri, picked him up again and headed toward the canoes. Tangaroa then told John he should also head back to the beach as the final fires were going to be lit. John nodded his head and proceeded to the shore. Looking at his watch, he saw they had about 90 minutes of darkness left before the dawn would appear.

As he spotted the canoes, he saw Chief Haoa and Kauri in one of them, the father talking softly to the son. John didn't want to disturb them and sat on the sandy shore awaiting Tangaroa and his men. Five minutes later huge explosions erupted as apparently the cans of fuel were ignited causing an initial fireball. Soon the Kalaukan warriors appeared and it time to leave. Tangaroa told John that two of the warriors would paddle the canoe with the chief and his son. Two others would man the second, and he, John and the rest would be in the third. As he walked by the canoe that would be manned by two of the Kalaukan warriors, he saw inside the bodies of the two men who had been killed. Tangaroa explained that as they got close to the Sea Ray, their bodies would be dumped into the ocean. John just nodded his head, his stomach making again that now familiar churning as he realized that he was looking at death.

Swiftly, silently, the three canoes paddled out to sea. He trusted the Kalaukan men to find his boat even though he couldn't yet see it and had no idea where it was. It wasn't long before the pink tinges of daylight appeared on the eastern horizon. And soon thereafter the Sea Ray was spotted bringing a big sigh of relief to John. Chief Haoa and Kauri boarded first, then John, Tangaroa and another warrior. He looked over the side to see the two Kalaukan men lift the bodies of the men and drop them into the ocean. As the remaining men climbed aboard and tied the three canoes to the boat once again, John was stunned at the next sight. Several sharks started circling around the bodies and almost instantly the dead men were grabbed, pulled under and disappeared from sight. "Jesus!" was all John could mutter.

Tangaroa came and stood next to John. "As we paddled to the island, we saw that sharks lived in these waters. That's when we decided to dispose the bodies so no trace would ever be found." Once again John found himself shivering. To add to everything that happened, they had been paddling through shark infested waters! All he could do was nod his head. He headed toward the bow to start the motors, made a 180-degree turn and headed in the direction of Kalauka Island.

As the return trip began, the Kalaukan men made themselves comfortable once more and appeared to be sleeping. Chief Haoa accepted John's invitation for he and Kauri to go below and use the privacy provided. John thought he would feel exhausted after what had occurred, but apparently the adrenalin was still pumping and it would take a while before his body demanded rest. He looked behind him to see a column of smoke rising in the distance from the burning of the island. He knew Lam Sin would be furious when he found out, but hopefully wouldn't be able to discover who did it. And thankfully one pipeline of kidnapped local native boys had been shut down for good. He looked at the closed briefcase he had taken and wondered what he would find. He resisted the temptation to open it and decided he would do it after he got home. He then realized that after he did return to Paradise Island, there would be just enough time to sleep before he had to get ready for Troy's visit and then departing with him to the airport for the long flight to the United States.

So it was time again to think of Joshua and the first confrontation in four years. He tried to recall the last time he had seen the boy when he was 9-years-old. Both were naked on the bed, the man enjoying the soft body of the boy, Joshua just learning how to jack John off and marveling at the cum he saw shooting from the mushroom head. He especially liked it when the man shot over his small chest and stomach and then lick up his own cum. When John decided to try that, he wasn't sure if he could do it. But he recalled Roberto sucking him off and swallowing him entirely. So he began with the 9-year-old. If there was any bad taste, it was offset by the eroticism of using his tongue on the boy and watching him laugh and giggle. Sometimes John would shoot his entire load on the cock and balls of the boy so he could suck and enjoy that pleasure as he brought Joshua to repeated dry orgasms. At that last visit, Joshua was considering tasting John's cum for the first time. He had started putting John's cock in his mouth, but never came close to getting the man off as John would stop and finish ejaculating over Joshua's white milky skin. But they never met again after that.

Now, in less than 48 hours, he would see him again. He knew that during the long plane flight his mind would be pre-occupied wondering what his and Joshua's reactions would be after all this time. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Chief Haoa emerge from the Sea Ray's cabin. The next sight surprised him as Tangaroa and the five accompanying warriors got down on one bended knee facing the chief, heads bowed. Tangaroa was saying something softly to Chief Haoa, but John could not make out the words. He thought the chief appeared angry, but wasn't sure. He shouldn't be as the mission was a success and Kauri rescued. The chief's face seemed to soften somewhat. He placed a hand on Tangaroa's head and spoke a few words. Then he turned and went back into the cabin to rejoin his 10-year-old son. The six men then stood up. Tangaroa looked in John's direction, saw he had been watching what just occurred, and went to him.

"We apologized for nearly costing our chief his son," Tangaroa explained. "We thought we had searched carefully, but we didn't. If you hadn't spotted that door in the closet, I'd hate to think the terrible death Kauri would have suffered not knowing his father had come to bring him home. We would have never known his fate. You saved Kauri's life and all of us are aware of that and grateful," as the Kalaukan gave a slight bow of the head.

"Please Tangaroa, it was luck. I could have just as easily missed it and would assume Kauri had been sent to Singapore. If anything, I'm sorry we didn't find other boys to return to their families."

"When everyone sees what young Kauri went through, hopefully it will stifle any further curiosity to go beyond our village."

"I don't understand," John said.

"As I told you earlier, Chief Haoa was torn between letting his son travel to your island in view of the recent disappearance of his youngest son. Eventually he did, although Aukai's acts were beyond what the chief expected. He was afraid that other young boys would also want to venture outside our village. There had been fear when Kauri was kidnapped, but it seemed to fade when Aukai spoke of meeting you and desired that you be the first outsider to come into our village. Now everyone can see through Kauri what risks our young ones face should they try going beyond our boundaries."

"But curiosity is part of our human nature, Tangaroa, especially in young boys. Your village has opened what we call in my culture, a 'Pandora's Box'. You cannot keep everyone from desiring to see what lies beyond, now that it has been exposed to them. You've have teachers and traders who come to your island sharing the wonders of the world just outside their reach. How are you going to stifle that curiosity?"

"It will be difficult," The native man admitted. "It is hoped that the love and enjoyment of our lifestyle and the possibility of losing it forever will deter, at least for a while, the desire to leave and possibly exposing our culture. What we want to do with traders and teachers is to add to our culture, not detract or endanger it."

At that moment Chief Haoa reappeared from the cabin and approached the two men. Tangaroa gave a slight bow and retreated to the stern to rejoin the others. "I don't know where to begin to thank you for saving my son's life. If I had not allowed you to accompany us to the island, we would be mourning now, instead of celebrating."

"How is Kauri?"

"He's asleep. It took a while for him to accept the fact he was really going home. He wanted to share with me what those two men did to him, but I said not now. I wanted him to rest and get ready to be welcomed back home."

"Hopefully, being back home with Aukai and everyone else will make the healing easier and quicker. And please, Chief Haoa, as I told Tangaroa, it was just luck that my flashlight beam hit that metal bolt behind a closet full of clothes. A slight movement of my hand in another direction and I would have missed it."

"I know, my friend. But whether it was luck or fate, it was you who found him and my village, and especially myself, will always be grateful. I hope you will stay for a while upon our return to join in the celebration." John responded by saying he could stay for a very short while, as he desired to get home. "And, after all," he thought to himself, "my clothes are there."

"I understand. You have three wonderful boys waiting for you anxious to know you're all right," the chief replied. It made John realize that shortly he would be able to call home and let everyone know he was safe and Kauri rescued.

The final hours seem to drag as the sun rose higher toward the noon sky. He had been awake over 24 hours and kept wondering how his body was able to keep him alert all this time. He figured it was still a very slow withdrawal from the adrenalin events of the evening and that soon his body would totally collapse.

He used his binoculars and soon was rewarded with the outline of Kalauka Island. He yelled at the Chief and Tangaroa that they were almost home. Haoa went below and fetched his son, still wrapped in the blanket John found him in. Picking up his son, he pointed to the ever-growing hills and trees as they drew closer. At a pre-arranged signal John and Chief Haoa had agreed upon should the mission be successful, John fired a flare pistol. Still looking through the binoculars, the exploding flare at its zenith was like the signal to open a human tidal wave and it appeared every Kalaukan came from within the forest to the shore to welcome everyone home. Soon, several canoes were pushed out into the sea as scores of men and boys came to meet the Sea Ray and its passengers. The cheers grew louder as Kauri was spotted being held high by his father's strong arms. John took this opportunity before coming to a complete stop to call Paradise Island and let the three boys know he was safe.

"John!" was Mike's voice coming over the radio. "Boy, are we glad to hear your voice!"

"I'm happy to hear yours too." John gave a quick summary saying everyone was safe, no one was hurt and the chief's son had been rescued.

"We haven't gone to sleep since you left yesterday."

"Well, all of us are going to need a very good night's sleep," as he heard the excited voices of Chris and Matt in the background. It was then Chris' voice that spoke to John.

"When will you be home?"

"Hopefully very soon. I've been invited to stay and join the celebration of Kauri's return. But I'll make it as short as possible. I want to get home before it gets dark. I've done enough piloting in the dark to last me a long time."

It was then Matt who spoke. "We missed you. We were scared something might go wrong." John heard Chris in the background saying they weren't scared, only Matt, with the 12-year-old countering that both Chris and Mike expressed concerns about the rescue mission and the unknown.

"Believe me, I've missed all of you. I'll call again when I get ready to leave here so that you know I'm on my way home." Getting an acknowledgement from Mike, John terminated the contact. It was perfect timing as he brought the Sea Ray to a complete stop, quickly surrounded by several Kalaukan canoes.

Not surprisingly, it was Aukai who boarded first. John stayed at the bow by the controls allowing some privacy as Aukai grabbed and hugged his brother, getting grimaces from the 10-year-old if he squeezed too tight. Other men boarded the craft, possibly the elders of the village as they surrounded the chief and his son, shaking hands and congratulating the village leader for a safe and successful trip. Haoa kept pointing at John as though to inform the others that it was he who found the boy. John was hoping this wouldn't become another embarrassing moment giving him so much praise for what was a stroke of luck, not heroism or extraordinary courage.

Aukai then came up to John and gave him a hug. John returned the gesture as both embraced for several moments. Moving away from each other, the man saw tears in the 12-year-old's eyes. Aukai looked up at John and softly spoke. "Thank you for bringing my brother home," as he again gave the man a hug. There was a mixture of feelings within John. Now that everyone was safe, the fatigue of the past 24 hours was starting to show. He felt Aukai's body press into him and realized how much they had shared over the past few months from that first visit and the revelation of the Kalaukan lifestyle of freely shared and encouraged sex to one week ago giving this same boy his passage to manhood in an age-old ceremony. He looked toward the stern and saw that everyone was getting off and into canoes. John released the native boy's arms around him and pointed behind him. Aukai nodded his head and took hold of one of John's hands. Heading toward the stern, they went down a ladder and into the last canoe waiting for them. Soon they were being paddled toward the island.

There didn't seem like there was any place to beach the canoes as the entire Kalaukan village covered the shoreline. But the crowd parted as the canoe approached and soon John was once again standing on Kalaukan soil. Many of the villagers came and surrounded John, but soon backed off as Chief Haoa and Kauri approached. This was the first time John could see the 10-year-old in the bright daylight. There were some bruises on the face, but he could see resemblances between this boy and his older brother. Chief Haoa bent over and whispered something in the boy's ear. The next moment Kauri walked up to John and gave him a hug, much to the delight of the villagers who cheered their approval. Once again, John was feeling somewhat uncomfortable from all this recognition and praise.

Chief Haoa then spoke to John. "It is time to go to the village and celebrate. Come my friend." With Aukai holding one of John's hand and Kauri taking the other, they led the man as a procession began the walk back to the village to rejoice in a safe mission and the return of one of their own.

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