It was the first night of the great festival, and ships from all over the world had journeyed to the island to participate in the festivities. It was a small tropical island, pure white sand as far as the eye could see, and palm trees swaying in the breeze, as if dancing to the music of the people. I looked around at the lively group, the island was like a living, breathing being of sexuality and freedom. The roaring bonfires dotted around the beach gave off a mesmerizing glow, the flames licking the sky and they reached up towards the heavens. Flattened logs were used as tables, and had various tropical fruits, dried fish and roast boar laid out on their surfaces. Woven blankets laid across the sand covered with the writhing bodies of men and women free of any inhibitions enjoying one another’s bodies.
There were beautiful chocolate skinned women dancing naked around the fires, their round breasts bouncing as they kept and frolicked with unbridled passion. The steady thump of the drum circles seemed to create a primal need inside all that were in attendance, to dance and to let go of any worry and cares that would stop them from letting their inhibitions go. All, that is, except for me. I watched in amusement as the women danced, their braided ebony hair swinging back and forth as they danced wildly, the flowers and beads around their necks bouncing against their firm chests. The men were muscular, their chiseled jaws and thick, broad shoulders making me shudder at the sight of their pure masculinity. They all wore rather useless loin cloths, if they wore anything at all, and they had decorative paint spread playfully over their sinewy chests.
There were cultures from all around, Egyptian, Greek, African, and it was an unquestionably beautiful sight to see all people join together to celebrate the wild and unmistakable sexuality in all of us. I, however, was the only white man on the entire island. I sat on a blanket of leaves and flowers on the edge of one of the bonfires as the women danced mere feet from me. There were men on either side of me, drinking wine and feasting in roast boar and mangos. I couldn’t help but stare, their powerful hands grasping the meat, their full, pouting lips glazed in the sweet and sticky fruit. I licked my lips as I watched them, and before I could regain my composure and turn away, one man looked over at me, a piece of mango in one hand, a cup of wine in the other.
“You have tried this?” He asked, shifting his body so that he was facing me, legs crossed on the edge of my blanket. I smiled shyly, and shook my head. “You must try.”
He crept closer, reaching out his strong, manly hand, and placing a piece of mango in my mouth. There was something so intimate about it,the way his fingertips brushed my lips, how he looked at me, watching me taste the sweet fruit with a smile.
“My God, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” I chuckled, shocked at the intense flavour that filled my mouth. The man gave me a wide, satisfied grin, and licked the juicy nectar from his fingers.
“Not for long.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. Could he mean what I thought he meant?
I looked closely at him now, the firelight dancing over his bronze skin. His shoulders were wide and thick, his chest and stomach toned with rippling muscles. He had beads hanging around his neck and his ropey legs were crossed. He wore a fur cloth that just barely covered the bulge that I noticed was now growing as he crept closer to me, and his bear-like hand rested on my thigh as he sat next to me. His head was bald and smooth, glistening from the oils that they had used to begin the festival. His eyes were a dark brown, and he looked at me with a casual, yet insatiable hunger that made me swallow hard.
The man leaned in to kiss me, and my heart raced. His lips grazed mine, but in a moment of panic I pulled away. He noticed me looking around at all of the people surrounding us, though they were captivated by their own activities. The man chuckled understandingly, and took my hand. We stood up, and he led me away from the bonfire to a small set of huts along the edge of the water. We entered the grass hut, and inside was a large woven blanket on the sand. Around the edges, were carefully placed orchids and hibiscus flowers. There were brass pitchers of wine and fur stuffed pillows, and the roof of the hut opened to let the starlight inside.
“So shy?” The man asked, sitting on the blanket and inviting me to join him with a pat on the ground next to him. “I am Amare. There is no need to be frightened. The festival celebrates all enjoyment. I can see what you want, it shows in your eyes.” His voice was exceptionally deep, and undeniably soothing. I sat down next to him, my simple cloth robe opening as I let myself get comfortable.
“This…this is my first time. At least, it is my first time with…” Amare cut me off, lunging forward and embracing me. His strong arms wrapped around me and his lips were soft and warm. I sunk into him, realizing that I was not in control of the situation. It became clear, quickly, that Amare wanted me, and as comforting and caring as he was, he was going to take me as his own. He was right, this was what I wanted.
Amare’s passionate kiss became rough and hard, and I breathed heavily as my manhood engorged. His tongue danced with my own, his hands grasping at my body and fondling me any way he pleased. I let him pull my robe down from my shoulders, and lay me back on the blanket, naked and exposed to him. He reached down and took my member in his massive hand, stroking up and down until I was fully erect and leaking over his thick fingers.
That was when I saw it. Amare was kneeling next to me, groping at my package and running one hand over my heaving chest. His fur loincloth had loosened and fallen to the ground, and now I saw his full, girthy, nine inch cock standing straight up and yearning to be touched and tasted. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and before he could speak, I bolted upright and leaned forward, taking the thick, dark meat into my mouth.
It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt both weak and satisfied at the same time, and his salty tool fit perfectly in my eager mouth. I felt his fingers tangled in my hair as he pushed my head down, and I hungrily took his full length into my throat as he moaned over me. I could feel his gushing tip hit the back of my throat, and I was so enthralled in this masculine act, that I almost didn’t hear the rustling of the grass entryway as someone entered the hut.
I looked over, my mouth still full, to see an olive skinned Adonis stepping into the space. The firelight from outside cast a shadow over the curves of his musculature, and his rounded biceps seems to dance beneath the flickering flames. He was slimmer than Amare, but just as athletic, and his naked body was painted with bright colours. His member hung at least nine inches long, thinner than Amare’s, but just as lengthy.His jet black hair was tied up into a messy bun, studded with dried flowers, and he held a brass cup of wine.
“Evander has had his eye on you all night.” Amare chuckled, waving an invitation for the man to join us. “We decided to have you together, you do no object, do you?” As he asked, what I assumed to be this rhetorical question, he held my head down on his cock, neutralizing my ability to respond. I wouldn’t have objected. I was suddenly desperate for these men to do what they wanted with me. And they did.
Before I could react, Evander was crouching behind me, his hands warm and rough against my back. He ran his rugged fingertips over my skin, experiencing my body as I continued to take Amare’s massive appendage into my mouth. Evander suddenly grasped my ass cheeks, spread them apart and buried his face into my crevice. His warm, wet tongue explored every bit of me, licking at my sphincter and darting his tongue in and out of my hole. I was tense at first, but soon relaxed and let him wet my area, his fingertip making its way inside me to ensure the lubrication was sufficient.
Soon, I felt Evander kneeling behind means wrap his strong fingers around my pelvis. His mushroom tip pressed against my tight hole, and with a long, loud groan, he entered me. I, too, moaned as I was penetrated, my muffled grunt vibrating against Amare’s stiff erection. Both men huffed and panted, each using me as their own personal hole. It all felt so right.
“Ooh, such a tight ass. So perfect. You must feel.” Evander groaned, his hands running all over my back and ass as he thrust gently into me.
“Mmm, his mouth is very good as well. Feel it, perhaps he can even make you cum with his skilled tongue.” With that, both Amare and Evander pulled themselves from my respective orifices, making me shiver and crave more. They each crawled across the blanket to my left, stopping to kneel beside me for a moment as I watched them embrace one another in a passionate kiss. Each kept one hand in my body, including me in the moment, and I felt as though this was where I was always meant to be.
Soon, Evander was kneeling in front of me, his long, slender tool resting in his hand as he stroked it. Amare had positioned himself behind me, and wasted no time in pressing his girthy tip to my warmed up anus. Amare was far thicker than Evander, and he had to slowly work his way inside me, all the while Evander looked down at me with a gentle hunger in his eyes, and a seductive grin. Before long, I felt my ass hole stretching, gaping as the meaty mass was caringly forced inside me. The pressure was intense, but it felt so good to be filled by the African God that now clutched at my hips. My eyes rolled back and I let out a whimper as he filled me completely, working his enormous member all the way inside me right to the base.
At that moment, I felt an insatiable thirst that overcame me like a wave crashing down over the rocky coast. I leaned forward and took Evander’s erection into my mouth, taking the full length until he was sliding down my throat. Both men revelled in my eagerness, and began fucking me in their own way. Evander ran his fingers through my hair, groping at my shoulders and neck as I needily serviced his manhood. I swirled my tongue around his throbbing tip, and closed my moist lips tightly around his stiff shaft.
Evander’s moans of pleasure were overpowered by the masculine grunt that came from behind me. Amare had eased his way inside me, but now, he was thrusting wildly into my chasm. His fingers dug into my tender backside, his powerful hips slamming into me as his balls slapped rhythmically against my taint. There was something so freeing about this moment, like I had wanted it all my life. I came to this festival to experience the freedom of my sexuality, and to release all of my inhibitions, and with a little push, I had done exactly that.
I felt Amare’s right hand slip around my hip and reach between my legs. He grasped my pulsating manhood with his massive hand, squeezing gently and slowly stroking my shaft as he pumped himself in and out of my tender chasm. I felt a rush of endorphins build inside me, an intense wave of pleasure growing and stretching through my body. The grunts of my two male partners were like music to my ears, and as their gruff noises grew in intensity, as did the impending climax that threatened to knock me into unconsciousness with its unprecedented magnitude.
“Fuck, fuck…you feel so good!” Evander cried out, pushing his palm to the back of my head and fucking my mouth until I was nearly gagging. His ferocity was intoxicating, but he was still cautious and gentle enough to allow me to enjoy the process greatly. Amare was now fully jerking my leaking erection, my precum glazin his knuckles while he violated my aching hole. He leaned over me, his sweaty chest against my back, and his heavy breath hot against my shoulder.
“Oooh, you want this inside you, do you? Mmm I know you want it to fill you. I can feel you are about to explode, just like I will, deep and hard inside your tight hole!” Amare’s low growl made me shiver, his pure masculinity oozing from his gruff voice. “I, ooh, I’m going to..right now! I’m going to fill you up!”
“Oh, oh! I’m going to fill your mouth with my seed! Ooooh take it all!” Evander groaned, pushing my head down and holding it there as he began to release.
As if by some mystical design, or perhaps by pure coincidence, the three of us seemed to reach climax simultaneously and with very little warning. The noises of pleasure coming from our tent were drowned out by the wild and amorous festivities going on around the entire island. Evander held me still, moaning loudly and convulsing in ecstasy, as his throbbing member shot string after string of warm, sweet cream into my mouth. He tasted like tropical fruits, his semen coating the inside of my mouth and dripping down my chin as he gushed more and more. I swallowed over and over, trying to ingest as much as I could, but his spurts were so powerful that it began to escape and dribble down my face.
Amare, too, reached orgasm, and soon I felt a strange and wonderful sensation deep inside. My colon was filled with the man’s gooey gift, stuffing me full of the cream that he had promised me. His thrusts didn’t stop, and I felt the splatter of warm cum against my thighs and ass. His semen dripped down my balls, and the ferocious hum that he laid against my back sent my body into overdrive. His hand pumped skillfully at my cock, and soon I felt that wave of delectation build to its highest possible point, before exploring into an orgasmic eruption.
“Oooooh fuuuuck! Yeeees!!” I could barely hear my own screams of delight,my ears were ringing and every nerve in my body seemed to be firing at once. Evander’s cock pulled back, spurting one last generous glob of cum across my mouth as I cried out in satisfaction. I felt my tool release in Amare’s hand, my masculine fluid firing so hard that I felt it splatter against my own arm. His fingers were drenched in my essence, and he continued to pump hard and fast and release every drop that I had been building up.
The sensation of release was beyond powerful, a gratification that I had never felt before. My mouth was wet with cum, my chin dripping with it as I climaxed. My ass was still full of Amare’s gargantuan member, his sticky gift lubricating him as he gave me a couple more thrusts for good measure. My body was coated in a mixture of sweat, and the concoction of our powerful loads blending together on the blanket beneath us.
The three of us collapsed onto the soaked blanket, laying side by side by side as we gasped for air. I could feel my gaping cavern flooded with semen, pouring out onto the fabric beneath me. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling sar the ear, closing my eyes for a moment and listening to the steady beat of the drums just outside the hut.
After a moment, Amare sat up, pouring a generous cup of wine for each of us from the brass pitcher, and we drank for a minute in silence. Evander was the first of us to speak, and his words seemed to open a whole new world for me.
“There is much on the island to experience. The festival is five days more. Do not waste them.”
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