Teen Sex in Delight

Another day in paradise he thought, as he swung the leather bags filled with the days’ deliveries onto the cart, and made his way from the office to the start of his route. Ahead lay the routine deliveries, and a few special letters; one for those two cute hippy teen gays that lived together in a small flat on the waterfront. He always assumed they were straight but they are a teen gay, but was always well met, and sometimes surprised with a bag in the mailbox containing homemade cookies or candies. Another packet was for the Hagglestons’ who live further up on the bluff, and, outside of themselves, had no other interests whatsoever. Further along the road, past a large virgin growth of timber and secluded in a thick growth of wild blackberries, the Doctors’ cabin was hidden, where Nick delivered a new parcel virtually every day. At times, the parcels were lab specimens and equipment, but most of the time, the plain brown parcels were a mystery, providing the islands’ primary source of gossip. Further along, past several small housing communities that had been initiated with grand dreams, only to become investors nightmares, were several classic farms scattered through the winding valley that had been the site of homesteads of generations earlier. Finally, out on the point was the strange millionaire, who’s millions were supposedly buried somewhere on the island, and guarded by mystical creatures that roamed the island after midnight, eating any children it caught outside and stealing anything found missing.

Amidst the myths and hearsay, the island was, within itself a self-supporting community, requiring very little from the outside world while keeping a cautious eye on its visitors and anyone that should the least interest in settling there. Amidst the range, the islands population was ready to help one another in time of disaster or devastation. During the winter of ‘98, for example, when the lines were down across the island for the better part of a week on account of a harsh windstorm, the entire community pooled their resources together, including generators, foodstuffs, and extra bedding to insure none of the inhabitants were either cold or hungry. Several times during the year, various community-wide activities were planned, which few missed, and in which everyone knew everyone else, and how well they were doing. Of course Nick with his store of mail always had a slight advantage and he was the guy to know when a new rumor flared.

It was during this particularly bright May Day, as Nick was putting his first barrage of mail into a neat row of boxes, that he and the island would be changed forever. As he closed the last door, and sorted the two envelopes left for him to return to the office, he looked up into the nearby growth of firs and thought he saw a little green critter dust a powder that looked like glitter in his direction. The wind spread the fine powder over a wide area, and Nick hurriedly grabbed his handkerchief to protect his sinuses when he was momentarily engulfed in the silvery shower. He tried to focus on the tree where the little figure had been crouched, but there was no sign of it. Dusting off his uniform, he did his best to mentally dismiss the recent images and returned to the task at hand.

As he completed the second row of boxes and moved towards the third, Henry the teen gay Albanian refugee bolted out of his screen door and dashed towards him. It was rather odd, watching this 16 year old teen gay with far too much weight running towards him in a full sprint, his body rippling and rolling with every stride. In one final and desperate leap, he tackled the mesmerized mailman around the waist with his face buried in his front of his trousers. As Nick struggled to get away, he clawed at his uniform, ripping the buttons from his shirt, and tearing several large holes in the crotch of his pants before he was able to roll from under his tremendous girth. Still clawing towards his escaping figure while struggling to get to his bare feet, he called to him breathlessly. Quickly regaining his composure and grabbing the mail that had fallen from his bag, he bolted back to the office where he maintained an extra uniform for emergencies, looking over his shoulder in fear of seeing his loose form in pursuit.

His supervisor approached him as he was changing, and was overwhelmed with laughter after Nick detailed the full account. Assuring Nick that he had experienced a rare and amazing moment in his career, the supervisor retreated back to his office; shaking his head and laughing. As Nick was changing his shirt, his teen gay counterpart from other side of the island approached and asked about the experience. As he started to describe the event, the look in his face suddenly changed, and he hastily began to remove his uniform. Once he had exposed his oversize breasts for that the teen gay had a breast transplant, he knew his interests in recent history had been somehow diverted and, grabbing his bag, he made a quick exit, knowing his teen gay boy friend could irreversibly alter his retirement plan. Once outside, he sat bewildered on the bench beneath his supervisors office to assess the strange morning he was experiencing. It had to be the powder. The change of clothes should eliminate the traces he hadn’t already brushed away, and hopefully get him back into his normal routine. Convinced the world was once again back on its axis, Nick headed back on to his route in paradise.

Distributing the mail to the first several boxes was completely uneventful, and Nick silently rejoiced. As he opened the next box, he found two pairs of panties wrapped around a bundle of warm sugar cookies. Horrified, he stepped back, and almost tripped on his shoelaces, as the image of Helga suddenly reentered his mind. Gingerly he lifted the cotton bundle out of the mail box and replaced it with a bill from the water dept. As he examined the unwashed fabric, the subtle fragrance of a teen gay sexuality drifted upwards awakening his desires and arousing his fantasies. This paradise does’t have a woman population, all were teen gays. He turned to leave with their most welcomed gift, and the two "hippy teen gays" were on him; pulling him behind some bushes and stripping him despite his best efforts to escape. Nick had never considered himself a candidate for the all-male review, but had never heard any complaints either. He had a medium build and a slight bulge where the beer comfortably rested, but overall he was in comparatively good physical shape. The two teen gays, on the other hand, were just this side of posing for Playboy, with large full bodies, well-rounded breasts and thighs, and excellent muscle tone. Both had brown eyes and light, silky shoulder length brown hair that reflected the glow of the suns radiance. Without ceremony, they took turns holding him down and removing their flannel shirts and denim shorts, then were upon him as honey to bread.

Sensing the gentle importance of the moment, he took them both into his arms, and gave them a strong yet loving embrace, determined to savor every moment of his fantasy turned reality since he really wanted to fuck a teen gay and this time to teen gays would love to fuck him . The morning dew clung to their bodies, as they began to explore one another with gentle kisses and caresses. Soon they were all aroused, and as one of the teen gays slid on to his erect manhood, allowing him to feel every recess of his silky warmth by lowering himself slowly; the other gingerly stepped over his head and eased himself down to his knees, letting him savor his sweet extract from within. Soon both teen gays were moving in their unique rhythms and as their intensity increased, Nick struggled to maintain his concentration. As they began to embrace each other, he reached between their full breasts, and felt the large erect nipples pressed firmly together. Using his fingertips to stimulate the surging mounds, he felt them force their engorged breast against his cock and mouth, straining to provide the stimulation their bodies now craved. As they approached their orgasmic plateaus, he heard their sighs change to moans, then breathy grunts. Simultaneously they climaxed, and flooded him with their orgasmic essence, grinding their sexuality into his body furiously as he struggled to keep from being smothered. His abused organ collapsed from the beating of its life and his mind reeled from the erotic experience, unable to ascertain why but deeply grateful for the opportunity. The two assailants quickly grabbed their clothes and giggled as they fondled the remnants of his once proud erection, then scampered down the embankment and disappeared into the seclusion of their home.

He laid there stunned and shaken from the slam-bam-mail-man experience, rescinding his earlier thoughts of a routine day. Having a fantasy fulfilled was one thing, but having two teen gay non consensually ravage his body was something else entirely. As he gingerly stood-up to get dressed he noticed his two earlier partners, still only partially dressed, talking to Henry and Edwin, the Mayors’ teen gay partner, and pointing to the shrubs where Nick was crouched. He clutched the mail bag to his groin in fear and wondered how they had left their cabin without him noticing. Just above them, in a knotted old oak tree, the little green critter he had seen before was intensely watching the conspiring mob, now being joined by two other teen gays. With non-verbal gestures, they all set off towards his fragile bastion of privacy, and as he stepped back and away from the unfolding scene, he felt two smooth hands on his butt, pinching his cheeks, and caressing their firmness. Nick jerked upright and reeled about to confront Larry Haggleston eyeing his flaccid member with a wanton stare. That was it - Larry had always hated everyone! He dashed for cover in a nearby growth of furs to get dressed as the mob of crazed teen gays continued to grow in size and move towards him.

Experiencing performance anxiety for the first time in his life, Nick watched them encircle the orchard and determinedly move towards where he stood grasping his crotch. Knowing his reproductive life was about to end, his closed his eyes and sank to his knees accepting the predictable; when, in an instant, they turned and ran in full pursuit of the town drunk who had been watching in awe. Moments later, he heard the poor man shriek, and saw tiny shreds of fabric flying into the air from amidst the savage mob. As Nick started to glance away, he spotted the little green figure in a tree overlooking the horrifying scene only this time, he got a much clearer view of his fairy face and small petite figure. His small pointed ears came directly from a fairy tale (or Spocks’ hidden past) and his large, beautiful eyes could easily melt the coldest heart. Upon realizing he had been discovered, he leaped into the thick boughs of the towering firs and disappeared, a small cloud of glittering dust falling from where he had once lain. Looking back at the mob, all he could see were teen gay bodies entangled in orgasmic fury, forcing their half-naked bodies closer to their hapless victim.

The temptation to join in was quickly dispelled and Nick ran for the security of the islands’ wooded area as he tried to understand the sudden turn in roles among the islands inhabitants. It suddenly dawned on him – that one of the leader is none other than his favorite and most desired teen gay Orly. Orly invited him to the orgy party and then harassed him by kissing him and then grabbing his hard-on cock. Orly undress him and then suck his cock while caressing his nipples and chest. Orly did ask him if he wanted to fuck him. He nodded and Orly move back allowing him to enter his virginal ass hole. It was a dream come true for Nick.

After the said party, Orly invited him yet for another party next month and Nick nodded in agreement. After the Orgy, Nick cannot imagine himself out of this paradise. Definitely, Sex in Paradise is the best way to go!!!!