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Subject: David-A boys Story 5 Thanksgiving slid quietly into Christmas. Andy asked if I wanted to spend the holidays in Hawaii. I said that it sounded great. Then I said that I was kinda planning on spending some of my vacation with Anthony, especially Christmas day since he didn’t have anyone. Could Anthony go with us I wondered. Andy said he would call and ask him. As it turned out, Anthony was fine with going to Hawaii, said he needed to get the hell out of Montana for a bit. Andy said that Eric could come along with us if he liked. He liked. Eric’s parents knew we were lovers, were ok with it so allowed him to go with us. On December 23rd we flew to Missoula in the Cessna and Jim met us with Anthony and drove us the short distance to a private jet that was waiting for us. Turns out it belonged to a friend and business partner of Andy and Anthony who was loaning it to us for the trip and we would be staying in his condo while we were there as well. We climbed into the jet and flew to San Francisco to refuel then continued west, landing in Honolulu some 6 hours later. Our plane was met by a stretch limo and a really cute little Hawaiian boy standing outside, who yelled to Andy when he saw us. Andy introduced us to Alika who shook our hands and hugged both of the men, obviously having known them both before. “Hey Mr. Andy, Mr. Bill he no come dis time eh?” “Naaaww Alika,” Andy replied in the same style speech as the boy, “he stay home eh, no wan be bothered by manini local boy.” The little boy laughed at that. The limo driver was Alika’s father, kamaka, who said Aloha and shook hands with both men in the island way. Andy introduced us to everyone then led us into the back of the limo while Kamaka took our luggage from the plane and put it in the trunk. Alika chattered on with the men and although neither Eric or I understood half of what he said, they did, and responded back. “Hey Mr.Andy, dees boys dey be mahu eh, dey stay witchew? What, you no mo like `Lika?” Anthony almost choked on that one. “Alika, why fo you ta’ ladat, not nice you know” Andy said sternly “Wha’ Mr. Bill say bout dat, eh, he tell you faddah you get some dirty lickins fo’ dat one, Lika boy”. The boy hung his head and apologized but he was so fucking cute Andy couldn’t say mad at him, if he was ever angry to begin with. He perked back up and asked, “Mr. Andy, when you lie me fo’ stay you ranch, I work you know, make em man’s happy you know.” I was a little shocked at that, if I understood what he said correctly, which was confirmed by Andy’s next statement. “Aaahhhh Leeka,” he drawled, “you too manini fo’ stay ranch, eh, man’s no like keiki boy. When you be la dees boy,” he pointed to us, “den you stay ranch, eh. Sides, you maddah no like fo’you go mainland, you still one bebe, eh.” The last comment drew a litany of retort from the darling little guy but it was all in fun between Andy and him. We got to our destination and the boy led us up in the elevator to something like the thirty fifth floor then opened the condo for us. Holy shit is about all either Eric or I could say. The view was something else, offering a panoramic view from floor to ceiling smoked windows. There was a huge bowl of tropical flowers on the dining room table, as well as small ones in the living room and all of the bedrooms. During our stay Eric and I swam, tried a little bit of surfing and learned to body board, snorkeled, got to parasail, and toured the island. Of course we were sexy for Andy and Anthony. Neither of us elected to wear any clothes inside the condo which, I knew Anthony loved, and I’m sure Andy appreciated. Alika came by early one day and saw how Eric and I were dressed, or undressed, and immediately took his board shorts and T-shirt off, never to wear them inside for the rest of our time there. He had a great body for a little guy, a beautiful medium brown skin, the cutest little ass in the world I’m sure for a young boy, and a cock that looked like it could grow into a respectful teenage boy cock. Not that I had any experience with little boys, I had not. Nor were Eric or I particularly attracted to him sexually. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t sexually attracted to us and naturally, he was very taken with my big cock. “Ho, David brah,” he said with some awe in his young voice, “you deek so beeg fo’ an young boy, eh” and he walked right up and brazenly took hold of it and fondled it. “An you balls brah, dey so beeg `n heavy” as he hefted them, gauging their weight. Well, needless to say, my cock did what it’s designed to do in such situations, it grew in the young boys’ hand, quite rapidly I might add. Alika dropped to his knees and began licking the head of my rapidly growing dick, holding it in one hand, my large smooth balls in the other. Anthony was in the room with a big smile on his face and I looked to him for direction. He hefted his shoulders, arms half way out in the age old gesture of “I dunno, what can I say.” Obviously it was ok to be engaged as I was with this gorgeous but precocious little tyke. Equally obvious was the fact that he was experienced in the art of sucking cock, even large ones, cause he went right to work on me, sucking a good part of my 8 and now � inches into his warm young mouth. Eric, after he got over his shock and got his jaw back into a normal position, came over and began kissing me, tweaking my nipples and rubbing my chest and lower belly, even Alika’s head. Since it was so close, and ram rod teenage boy hard, the dark skinned young boy elected to pay some homage to Eric’s cock as well, licking and sucking on it as he did mine. We stood so the boy could alternate between cocks, him stroking one while sucking on the other. I could almost hear Alika purr as he worked on us. Clearly he loved dick as much as we did. I finally broke the connection with Eric, and looking him in the eye, nodded toward Alika. He nodded back and I stopped the boy’s action and both Eric and I got down to his level and gently maneuvered him on his back on the floor. I got between his legs and began on his little boy cock and balls while Eric kissed him and sucked his nipples. His cock was like steel it was so stiff, and a respectful three and a half to four inches long. His boy balls were housed in a crinkled little sac tight to his body. I took his whole cock in my mouth and sucked it, my tongue massaging the head at the same time. When Eric wasn’t kissing him, the boys’ moans were very audible. He smelled pretty fresh, so I took a chance and licked down under his little bag toward his hole and he moaned all the louder and lifted his legs to give me access. It was apparent that he had been down this road as well and welcomed another trip. He reached down under his upraised leg and pulled one cheek open and I drove my tongue into his tight little puckered hole. It almost tasted sweet, so different was it from older boys butt holes. I grew a tired of the position and suggested to Eric we swap, which he was more than ok with. As we moved, I glanced at the sofa where Andy and Anthony were seated, watching the live porno going on. Andy’s pants were wide open, his hand stroking on his medium sized cock. I had never seen Andy do that before, had never seen his dick so was a little surprised. His eyes were mostly on Alika’s compact little body so it only took a second to understand why he had never touched me, or exposed himself to me before. Andy like boys, younger boys with no hair or that had not started puberty. I elected to kiss the boy, and suck his nipples a little bit before arranging myself so he could suckle my big cock, which he willingly did. Kneeling beside his head so not to obstruct the men’s view, he turned and began licking and sucking on my dick, fondling my heavy balls as he did so. Finally he stopped and said to Eric, “Brah, you fuck me now, eh, put you cock in me.” The boy was almost whispering because his little body was so filled with lust. Andy had anticipated such an event and passed the lube down to Eric who put it in all the right places. Alika moved to his hands and knees and Eric got into position behind the youngster and slipped a lubed finger into his tight little boy hole and finger fucked him in preparation for his larger cock. I managed to slide under the boy in a sixty nine type of position and began sucking on his cock and balls while Eric prepped him. I had a bird’s eye view when Eric placed the swollen head of his teen cock to the little boys’ hole and pushed the head in through the little muscle. The little boy gasped at the invasion of his small body and Eric naturally waited for him to get used to it. “Jesus Christ he’s tight,” my boyfriend groaned. Meanwhile I had Alika’s tight little balls in my mouth while I tugged gently on Eric’s balls, making both boys even hotter than they already were. Eric eventually slipped his cock into Alika’s ass, slowly, ankara eve gelen escort until his larger balls were parked next to Alika’s. Oh man was I heating up fast. You don’t know how fucking hot it is to be down there, so close, seeing a cock slide in and out of an asshole and I think it was even hotter cause of Alika’s much smaller body. Eric began fucking Alika slowly, going in and out of his ass and causing the boy to moan and groan with pleasure. My cock was long enough so Alika could lick and suck on the head while he got fucked and he did just that, slurping up the precum leaking out of the slit. The lube was laying on the carpet next to me so I grabbed it and lubed up one hand then goo’d up the middle finger of the other. It took a bit of maneuvering but I managed to get the finger up to and inside of Eric’s asshole and slowly finger fucked him while he fucked Alika. The lubed hand went around Alika’s kid cocklet where I held it still and let Eric’s fucking motion move the rampant little piece of boy flesh in and out of my hand. It was a tight fit, but I also managed to get Alika’s balls in my mouth. God what a hot little fuck fest it had become. Alika was the first to cum and he moaned like mad, stopped sucking on me and dropped his head to my belly as his little body shook with his young orgasm. His cumming caused his little asshole to constrict around Eric’s plunging teen prick and caused Eric to cum ass well. “Oooooooooohhhh god oh fuck,” he moaned as he drove into Alika’s tight little ass, his balls grazing across the top of my forehead as he forced his cock up the little boys’ hole, driving his hot sperms into a new, if temporary, home. I pulled my hand off of Alika’s throbbing little cock and reached down and latched onto the swollen fat head of my cock, twisting and turning and massaging it into a wonderful release of sperm that blasted into Alika’s pretty little forehead and face in three sticky white globs. And then it was over. The breathing slowed, I pulled my finger from my boy friends’ ass, he pulled his cock from Alika’s ass, and Alika rolled over and off of me and there we three lay, catching our breath. Anthony did what he always does, and came into the room with hot wash cloth’s and cleaned all three of us up, taking care with Alika’s face and asshole. Both Eric and I rolled into Alika and huggled the little boy, kissing him and telling him how sweet he was. He giggled and hugged back, clearly loving the attention. He looked at me and said, “Brah, da nex’ time you put you big cock in me, eh, I wan’ try dat one.” And we did. A few days later I fucked the little boy in the living room with everyone else looking on. I was on my knees, sat back on my haunches, and Alika was sitting on my lap with all 8 � inches of my rock hard cock up his tight little ass. And I do mean tight. God how good it felt having my dick in such a place. Alika had his hands around my neck, my hands were planted on his firm little bubble butt and his feet were flat on the floor, so in effect, he fucked me. Alika had total control of the action, doing squats on my cock, and moving his butt in every direction possible. This little boy most definitely had plenty of experience. He smiled at me as we fucked, he kissed my lips, he talked to me in soft tones. “You like fuck my tight boy okole” “Ho brah, you beeg cock feel so ono in my okole brah”. Our breathing became fast and almost labored. Alika moved his ass forward and back, drawing my cock in and out of him and when he came in forward, it seemed like it drove my hard dick even further inside of him. Alika seemed to get a great deal of pleasure from the action as well cause he was moaning and rolling his little head and when I finally squirted my cum, I thought I was going to faint. I swear I saw stars. My cumming seemed to bring on his orgasm so we came together, his small young body thrashing against mine, my hands holding onto his ass and pulling him tight to me, cramming as much of my cock up inside him as possible. When it was all over, the little boy wrapped his slim arms around my neck, laid his head on my shoulder and we just sat there holding each other a moment, still connected by my slowly wilting cock. I think my dick liked it in there cuz it seemed like it took a long time for it to go down. But it finally did. I fucked Alika on other trips to the islands and when I was sixteen Alika finally fucked me. He was twelve, by then, his cock growing into the nice boy cock I had known it would. Alika squirted his first sperm with me on that trip as well, but all that’s another story. We stayed till new years day so watched the new year’s eve fireworks display which was almost right in front of our condo. We piled back into the jet and headed home before noon, which placed us back at the ranch, in freezing fucking weather I might add, in time for dinner. Winter slithered into Spring without a lot of fanfare. School was going well, I got good grades, joined the swim team with Misha, and managed to stave off the intentions of girls, and questioning boys, by letting it be known that there was a girl in Missoula I was faithful to. Neither Eric nor I acted gay in any ways so the girl friend story worked well for us. With Spring came the promised model shoot and I spent most of spring break climbing in and out of clothes, the photographer spending plenty of time positioning me when I was doing the underwear shots. He wanted to hook up with me but I put him off. He wanted to do a series of shots of Misha and I together, sort of soft porn stuff that indicated we were lovers without it actually being overtly sexual. He hoped to sell the photos to some European magazines. Since we had been together sexually, liked each other a lot, it was easy for us to get the idea across and in some of the shots you could see pretty clearly that our young cocks were hard. I was paid quite nicely for the clothing photo shoot and both Misha and I made close to three grand for our job and both shoots generated inquiries from some other magazines, with a variety different goals of course. There were also the guests. Misha and I were together a lot with, and in front of, guests. We became a good team, developing a sense of showmanship and drama. It helped, us knowing what each other liked as well as being able to anticipate each others’ needs. We did well when we were together with a guest or if there were other boys in the mix. Of course, being the cutest boys there didn’t hurt at all and the “gifts” kept on rolling in. We even spent a weekend together at Anthony’s, Misha getting right into the spirit of being naked in Anthony’s house. I think Eric was a little put off by that weekend. There were no spectacular events worth mentioning really, things were going well. When we flew somewhere, Andy would teach me stuff about flying and actually let me fly the plane, that is, when there were no guests on board to freak out. It was really cool so I ended up taking flying lessons and actually had my license at sixteen. That’s right, both single and twin. I also got my hours in the chopper and although I’m not licensed I can fly em. Spring moved into summer, school got out and Eric’s family moved to Seattle. I would miss him and we would email for awhile but eventually our relationship died away and he found another boyfriend. He had been getting a little possessive anyway, having problems with my position at the ranch and definitely he had some issues with Misha. By the beginning of July, my cock hit a whopping 9 inches. I was just shy of 13 years old. I had a nice patch of hair that I keep neat and my balls seemed to be bigger and heavier but still hairless and smooth. And, I was making lotsa sperm. When I came, it was generally in four or more major spurts which shot to my neck most of the time, and plenty of times went clear over my shoulder. I had gotten to be a definite attraction at the ranch, as I have said before, and this only made it more so. I sucked my cock regularly and when I came, sometimes I would cum in my mouth then let some of it dribble out as if there was so much I couldn’t drink it all. The guests loved that one. Another one they loved was when I would be lookin at my cock when I came and let my sperms shoot in my face two or three spurts, then lean my head back with eyes close as if in total ecstasy. Cum would be dripping off my face while I kept jacking off and my big hard dick kept shooting more out. Like I said, I developed a bit of showmanship. And I loved every minute of it. There was also haying, moving of livestock to different fields, helping with birthing of calves and colts, accompanying guests on camping trips, an occasional trip to Seattle or Billings, once even to Chicago. In the house, I was learning how to tell different wines and when to use them, how to set and serve gaziantep escort a proper table and meal. I could manage laundry, sharpen knives on a steel, cook, bake a quality loaf of bread and killer brownies from scratch. I could go into a guests room when he and a boy were stark naked and never break eye contact. Of course I would not miss a single thing but the guest didn’t know that. The boy did, if he was one of us, because we were all trained to be that way. By the time my thirteenth birthday rolled around in August, Misha and I were boyfriends, spending as much time together as we could. Andy asked if I would like to do something special for my birthday and I said that I would like to go Disneyland, maybe go back to Hawaii for a week or so. Andy said he didn’t think it would be problem and did I want Misha to go with me for company. Fuckin A. Misha’s parents were ok with the whole thing, since they knew and trusted Andy, so that is what we did. The jet picked me and Misha up in Missoula and flew us to L.A. where we were picked up in a big fuckin Rolls Royce. We stayed with a lawyer friend of Andy’s and Anthony’s named Chamberlain, and the Rolls took us to Disneyland the next day where we were met at the front gate by a bruiser of a guy. He was to be our guide for the day but you can read that as “bodyguard” since there was no adult with us. It was way cool though because we had v.i.p. passes which meant we didn’t wait in lines, we went to the front. That night we went to a really nice restaurant where the food was pretty good but we got to meet Robin Williams and Steven Segal. They both promised to mail us autographed pictures and Robin Williams actually sat and talked to us for a little bit. Now that was way cool. I had learned early on that the world I had dropped into because of Anthony was one of certain privileges and flying off to other places or meeting the rich and famous was, if not pretty common, wasn’t uncommon. I think part of the reason I did as well as I did was that I never took it for granted, never acted “ga ga” or snotty and was always appreciative. As I’ve said before, it paid off very well for me. The next day we flew to Hawaii. About a half hour into the flight, the co-pilot came back to tell us flight times show us where things were located, etc. A red light had come on above the cockpit door about five minutes before he came in, and I asked him about that. He showed me a small button and said, “When the light goes on, it is telling you that the pilot or myself will be coming back into the cabin in five minutes and informs the guests of our intention. If guests are engaged in something we should not hear, or perhaps see, they can either cease their activity or push this little button which turns the light off. If that happens we do not enter the cabin until the guests turn the light back on, using the same button.” He went on to say that highly confidential business meetings took place on the plane and of course there might be any number of other, situations, that required privacy. Although he said the last with a straight face, I thought I detected a twinkle in his eye. He then invited us to see the cabin and even sit in the pilots’ seat. Over later years, when the pilots knew I was a student pilot and then pilot, they let me fly the plane for a short time. Sometime later, Misha came over to the sofa where I was sitting, straddled my lap, settling in comfortably with his arms around my neck. He leaned in and kissed me full on, a tongue probing mouth open, breathing through the nose kiss. “Soooo,” he said with his voice full of teen age lust, “wanna celebrate your birthday?” I didn’t answer, just pulled him back into the kiss, my hands slipping under the back of his T-shirt and running up and down his firm back. I pulled the shirt up, breaking the kiss, then resumed it after discarding the shirt. I let a hand rub his equally firm chest, reveling in the feel of his muscular young pecs, then tweaking a nipple. Misha raised up so he was on his knees and I continued to rub, slowly down to the button of his jeans. I rubbed on the front of them, feeling his hard eight inches of boyhood in the cramped area. I quickly unbuttoned the pants all the way down, then opened the flaps to give him some relief and rubbed the piece of steel that was trying to escape from the cloth of his briefs. Ahhh why wait. I pulled the whole works down, freeing that magnificent cock and smooth fat ball sac. God his body was so fucking perfect I thought as my hand rubbed over and gripped his firm slender ass, the other cupping his balls. Misha was moaning, his eyes closed and head kind of back as I played with his young body. Misha’s cock was long enough that I could lean down and lick the head, lapping up the precum like a cat licking cream, then stuff the whole swollen hunk of boy flesh into my mouth. I bobbed on the head for a few minutes before stopping and directing him to stand up so I could strip him naked, which I quickly did, then dropping to my knees in front of him and giving him a proper blow job, sucking most of his rigid length into my mouth. Oh man, I loved his boy smells, the feel of his skin, the contrasting hardness yet softness of him. I truly loved Misha, and those feelings only intensified the other things I felt when I was with him sexually. My cock was causing pain inside my jeans so I stood up, stripped naked then held my baby boy tight to me, our rock hard cocks pressed between our bodies, hand on each others’ smooth little asses, lips pressed together. I vowed then and there to try and sketch this pose and give it to Misha for his birthday. I maneuvered him back to the sofa, sitting him down and getting between his legs, which I spread open allowing his bag to hang freely. I licked his inner thigh, up to his smooth hairless sac and licked on it, moving it back and forth with my tongue. I nuzzled the sac out of the way with my chin and licked in the inner crease of his leg, which like mine, was very sensitive for him. One hand stroked his thick cock while I licked and kissed in his crotch, the other hand alternately hefting and gently tugging his fat ball sac with one finger tickling underneath it. My lover was rapidly getting out of control, his moaning getting louder and soft words of “oh God” “oh fuck David” or just oh fuck, and other things slipped out of his mouth. Misha was thrusting his hips as I performed my ministrations on him. Precum was almost pouring out of his dick so I gripped the swollen head in my hand, smearing his natural lube all over it then squeezed and twisted my hand on it, driving him over the edge. “Ohfcukohgodohshit David, stop it and fuck me ooooohhhhh god” he moaned loudly. I needed no further prodding and grabbed my carry on bag, found the lube and prepared both of us for our initiation into the mile high club, although I didn’t know it existed until sometime later. I got on my knees on the floor of the cabin, Misha laid down a little further, placing his feet on the floor I got between his spread legs and positioned myself, the head of my cock right at his puckered asshole, and gently pushed in until the swollen piece of flesh moved past his ring of muscle. He gasped in pain and I waited for his body to adjust my mine. He then placed his feet flat on my chest and I slipped gently into him, my rock hard teenage cock filling him up. “Ooooooohhhhh god David that feels so awesome hot, fuck fuck fuck fuck oh fuck oh god,” he whimpered. As much as Misha loved fucking me, he loved my big dick stuffed up his tight ass even better. “Oh god David fuck me, fuck me hard David please” he moaned and I gripped onto his hips and followed his request, going slowly at first than picking up tempo and soon I was driving into him with force, my balls almost smacking him. I sensed that it was a little uncomfortable on his lower back so told him to hold on and moved off the sofa with him impaled on my cock, then turned and sat on the sofa with Misha on my lap. From there it got interesting. I sat straight up, Misha put his feet against the back of the sofa and I held onto his arms. From there he could lean his upper body backwards, his lower body held in place by the 8 plus inch stake stuffed up his ass, and use his feet to push himself up and down on my cock directing the action. After we did that for a bit, he sat upright on my lap and because he has such a big dick, I could lean down and get the head of it into my mouth, thereby sucking his cock while he moved his slender firm body back and forth on my cock. It was too hot for words and we both were moaning, the feelings ripping through our young bodies and even though it wasn’t the best fuck either of us ever had it was certainly fun and it achieved the desired goal. Sperm. And we did, almost at the same time. The position we were in drove my cock across his ankara gerçek resimli escort prostate, causing him to vibrate with feelings each time I hit it. When he started cumming in my mouth it was so hot for me that I couldn’t hold it any longer and started blasting my own hot sperms up inside his ass. I pulled my mouth from his head and finished him off by jacking his big dick off, warm cum, fresh from his fat balls, dribbling down over my fingers. My other hand had grasped his ass, pulling him to me, forcing my dick as far into his as it could go. God I loved cumming in another boy’s ass. Oh man. Things eventually died down, and we just huggled each other, relishing the feel of the others’ skin on our own. We finally disengaged and I got a warm washcloth from the galley and cleaned us off, just in time as the red light went on. We threw our clothes on quickly and sat on the sofa chatting. The captain, John, came out and went into the head. On his return he asked how we were doing and said we would arrive in Honolulu in about an hour and a half, or about eleven A.M.. His gaze caught something, he said a few more things and went back into the cockpit. I looked to where John had looked and saw that the bottle of lube was sitting there on the floor in plain view. I figured that, coupled with the fact that our shirts were in a bit of disarray and the wash cloth in the galley sink, pretty well gave us away and the cabin probably smelled of sex. I would learn that people having sex generated a fragrance that was clearly detectable in a room, or small cabin like the jet. I told Misha what I thought and then we both laughed. Oh well. We were met at the gate by Kamaka, and I introduced him and Misha. He said that Alika was in school but we would most likely be seeing him as the little boy was excited about us being in the islands. Once at the condo, kamaka took us up stairs, gave me the card for all the security locks, informed me that the kitchen was stocked. He gave me a cell phone to use if I needed him for anything. He said that a bodyguard and car would be with us while we were here as he had a variety of other clients to attend to. He said that Kavika, the bodyguard driver, would be here shortly and he left. Misha had gone wandering and all of a sudden I heard his excited yell, “David, come here quick” and I headed into the master bedroom. On the walls, tastefully arranged, were five of the sketches I had posed for, and thumb printed ones at that. “These are the rest of the poses aren’t they” he asked, already knowing the answer since mine is framed on my bedroom wall at the ranch. I was pretty stunned and wandered through the condo, spotting the rest of the collection in the other bedroom and a few on the walls in the hall that I had missed during my race into the bedroom. All I could say is “WOW” and the door buzzed. I opened the door to see a mountain standing there. Seriously. He was a local guy, six and a half fucking feet tall at least, shaved head, wearing a T-shirt so tight it looked painted on, loose white cotton pants and sandals. Kind of like a genie I guess except he had to tip at 350 pounds and I didn’t see anything that looked like fat. And the mountain spoke. “I’m Kavika” he said in a soft but deep voice. “May I come in.” And he did. In the living room he turned to me and said, “You must be David” and reached for my hand which ended up being buried in his. “We share a name, Kavika is Hawaiian for David” he said with a large, but warm smile. He reached out to Misha, saying “you would be Misha then, pleased to meet you both.” His voice resonated with bass. “I’m here to watch over you, not that you can’t do it yourselves but you don’t really know Hawaii. I will act as driver, guide, almost whatever you need. I will be staying in this building so will be close if you need anything at all. So, what would you like to do.” I said that I hadn’t gotten to snorkel when I was there last time and could we do that. No problem. He said he would wait while we changed so Misha and I went into the master bedroom and changed into board shorts and T’s. Misha wore some of my shorts since he didn’t have any. Downstairs we climbed into a jeep, and headed out to Hanauma Bay, a beautiful refuge/park that tourists flock to. It was great and both of us had a lot of fun. We had pretty good tans from being outside at home so could stay in the sun longer than the usual first day few hours that most tourists had to do. Kavika was a great guy. When I asked him why he didn’t talk pidgin he responded with, “Brah, you no unnastan wen ah for talk ladat, eh? Das why I talk `merican so haole boy dey unnastan wha `Veeka say, eh. I talk lak an local boy you wan brah, you jus say so, eh”. He threw that out so fast I only caught part of it. And we all laughed. An ex pro football player, a judoka, and black belt in muy tai, he was now in college and working on a doctorate in Hawaiian studies. He could make those Japanese things out of paper, could play Ukelele and had a beautifully sweet singing voice. Because of his size and experience, he was a frequent bodyguard for the rich and famous when they were in town. He told us that he was in fact six foot eight and tipped in at three eighty or so. Like I said, A mountain. We got to see him in action up on the north shore a few days later when we were sightseeing on a rather remote beach. A group of local guys were giving some girls a pretty hard time, to a point of hitting one of them. Kavika walked over and the dude got in his face, well, kind of. At least he was puffing his considerably smaller chest out at Kavika and his buddies jumped in as well. I saw Kavika swing his open hand, very fast, and connect with the side of the big mouth dudes’ head. I swear the guy flew, in the air, about four feet. Kavika’s left foot snapped out and caught one guy on the chin, then he brought the foot back in and shot it out backward into a chubby fuck standing behind him. Three down in fifteen seconds. Or less. One of the two remaining had a piece of pipe, like maybe aluminum, and swung it at kavika, who dodged under it and reached up and grabbed the guys wrist with one hand, the pipe with the other. He took the pipe away and spun around and slammed the pipe into the middle of the guys’ back. All in one motion. Down he went. The last guy put his hands up and walked away. Kavika talked with the girl who got hit, turns out, Kavika knew the girls’ family, an auntie or something and the guy was someone she was dating. So he went over to the first guy, knelt down and slapped his face awake and told him if he ever laid a hand on the girl again he could kiss his happy brown ass g’bye. Then he broke the guy’s finger and walked away. During our stay, Kavika took us to Waiamea Bay where we spent hours jumping off a huge rock and ate burgers at Kua Aina in Haleiwa. That was the afternoon of the fight, then he took us for a glider ride. We walked the maze at Dole Plantation, went parasailing, went out on an outrigger canoe and watched the fireworks show on Friday night from the condo. We tried windsurfing but that was gonna take some time to learn. We even took the jet over to the big island for one day and saw the volcano. That was way cool. And we had sex. Not with Kavika of course, or even with him present, but we did have sex. Lots of it. And Misha met Alika, that precocious, totally drop dead cute, little Hawaiian tyke. When he saw Misha’s cock he said we looked like twins down there and he wanted to have both cocks in his ass. Misha fucked Alika first while I fed the little boy my cock. Misha ate his own sperm out of Alika’s little hole then I fucked the youngling. “Hard brah, fuck my butt real hard brah make cry lak one lil wahine.” I had him on his back, my arms under his little legs and just fucking the living shit out of him. It was being buried balls deep in Alika’s tight little ass hole. I slammed into him, ground my own little ass in circles then went back to fucking him hard again. “Ho Braddah I cumming, I cumming.” He screamed out like little girl almost. His already tight hole gripped my fat cock like a vice and I began pulsing jet after jet of creamy boy goodness into his compact little body. When it was finally over I pulled him up onto my lap and we kissed and nuzzled while Misha just hugged on us. We finally separated and took a quick shower then snuggled in bed. We both fucked him again. I fucked Mishie with Alika present and the little boy was everywhere. He sucked cock, he licked asshole, he offered his own cock and asshole to whatever mouth was available to him and he rimmed Misha afterwards, declaring that used sperm was almost as good as new sperm. Alika was fun to be with in general, but sexually he was a little tiger. He loved cock, he loved sex, he loved boys, he loved to be naked, shedding his clothes almost as he walked through the door to the condo regardless of Kavika’s presence. Of course they knew each other and Kavika just took the little guy in stride. Our week was soon up, and we boarded the jet to go home. Misha fucked me on the plane so now we both were official members of the mile high club, although we didn’t have a clue about that.

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