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Alex McGuire piloted his Cessna 185 Skywagon over the waters of the Pacific Ocean. He had a tenuous job since leaving the Air force as an aerial "truck driver" of sorts, ferrying light cargo to various small Polynesian islands which otherwise wouldn't see deliveries more often than once or twice a month. Alex was a man among men, an adventurer and a seeker of excitement and risk. He wouldn't do his job if he didn't crave the active life, and the dangers of these isolated and sparsely populated islands was substantial, anything from drug runners to pirates (which still persisted in this part of the world) to eccentric people who had come to these islands to set up their own versions of utopia, to millionaires or doomsday preppers. Their one thing in common was, they didn't like a man like Alex McGuire coming around.
Alex thrived on this lifestyle though, he was still in the best of health at the age of thirty-seven, with a strongly muscled body, handsomely weathered features, sandy-brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, fair skin tanned by the sun, and an expression of staring out at the world as if it were an oyster to be pried open and its pearl extracted. A vision of purpose, of seeing something that nobody else could see. Many women and some men had sought to probe that vision in a more physical way, but none had gone further than a short tryst and a feeling that they had failed to capture this man who was somehow more than a man.
His craft was elderly but reliable and he was enough of a mechanic to keep it operational and skilled enough of a pilot to handle most inclement weather conditions so when he found himself approaching an unexpected storm cloud, he was alert but not too concerned, as he could if necessary fly over the huge cloud. However, doing so would cost him enough additional fuel to climb to and maintain such a high altitude that it would put him in the red on this particular flight so he made a financial judgment call and opted to attempt to weather this storm and fly through it. He could expect heavy winds with updrafts and downdrafts and violent shaking of his little craft, but it was a risk he hoped would not be enough to damage the sturdy little seaplane. Cessnas were renown for being workhorses of the small plane industry.
His visibility was hampered by the clouds and ice built up on his wings. He was shaken but not heavily and he watched his controls carefully, he had to pilot by "dead reckoning," keeping his course and allowing for the wavering his plane did, if he missed his small target by very much, he might have to start a search spiral and risked running low on fuel and having to make a sea landing and calling for help; that would also put him well into the red.
Lightning was all around him, not dangerous in itself, though it could make his instruments jangle on him. St. Elmo's fire was crackling on his antennae and wingtips. He needed to get above the clouds, no choice to it.
Then, a loud thunderclap struck all at once, it seemed to be all around him and lightning was everywhere, and he was dazzled so much he was blinded and felt that he was falling, falling, falling....
He found the cord to his parachute and in desperation, yanked it to deploy his chute. If any part of his plane was still around him, he was a deadman. As to what happened next...he had no idea.
He awoke lying on a bed of green palms underneath a rather ramshackle hut composed of branches tied together for a frame and then covered with more palm leaves. It might keep off a gentle rain but nothing stronger. He heard laughter, children were playing and shouting, none of them that near to him, and he started to rise, then realized that he was lying stark naked without a bit of covering on him at all! Startled, he looked around the hut and saw nothing of any import, a canteen which held water that he gratefully drank from but no clothing, none of his gear, nothing at all.
He rose from the bed of leaves and stood erect, his head just barely missing hitting the roofing. His body, now fully revealed, was a reasonably muscled man who had kept himself in good form, approximately thirty-five years of age, with medium brown, wavy hair cut in a conservative style, clean-shaven but with a hint of stubble on his cheeks, his body held a dusting of hair on his chest, enough to see but not enough to obscure the flesh beneath, his form had what they call "good definition" in that you could see his muscles in repose and they swelled to respectable size when flexed, his stomach was flat and taut, his thighs and calves were in proportion and his cock, though flaccid, hung down like a shriveled banana between his legs, the foreskin covering the glans entirely in this state with just a nub extending beyond the tip. His pubic thatch was fairly thick but didn't coat his testicles beyond a modicum of long brown hairs that failed to conceal the wrinkled bulbs that held the balls, the right one dangling nearly a half inch lower than the left.
He felt unsteady and wobbly as hell, but he would have moved forward, but he groaned and that noise summoned a boy, apparently, who came into the hut. He was totally naked and tanned a golden brown by the sun, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a ready grin on his face. "You're feeling better, I see," he said. "You were really messed up when we found you."
"I feel a lot better, in that case, but a bit woozy," Alex admitted. "Where are my clothes?"
"We don't wear clothes here," the boy answered, as if that explained things. "Nobody does, ever. But you have been very ill and need further rest. Why don't you lie down again and I'll bring you water and something to eat."
That sounded reassuring and Alex did lie down, he felt dizzy. The boy had ignored his state of undress so he did likewise and was spread out comfortably and feeling his sense of balance settling back into terra firma again when the boy reappeared with two more boys, also naked and suntanned but obviously Caucasian (one was blue-eyed and the other had brown hair), they carried large hollowed-out gourds full of fresh water which he gulped eagerly and fresh fruit. No meat, and he inquired about that.
"You need time to recover, we do capture birds and fish, but those would not be good for you just now," he was told by the blond "nurse" who tended him. He didn't argue, the fruit was unfamiliar to him but tasted good, he devoured several of them of three different varieties.
His stomach full, he settled back and found himself developing a rather prominent erection. His blond guardian noticed this and smiled. "You are feeling better now, aren't you?" he said.
"Hey, it's been a while since I've, uh, had any action," he euphemized. "It'll go down in a little while."
"No, it won't, but that's all right, that's why I'm here with you." The boy had walked over during this exchange and he knelt down by Alex, reached out and matter-of-factly gripped Alex's nine inch dong, now erect and proudly displaying his mushroom-shaped glans above the wrinkle of foreskin. "My name is Joachim, and I am here to serve you as you get well."
Alex gasped and Joachim began to pump on his prick, with a stroke that showed he was proficient with men's dongs. "You, you, you," he stammered, "you don't have to do that for me," he croaked out. He had lifted his head to say this and the movement and words made his head swim. He lay back again.
"You are in no condition to do any such thing," Joachim declared, quite correctly. He was pumping Alex so well and so quickly that the prick was making Alex both shiver in pleasure and swarm in dizziness. It was an amazingly incredible experience, like he was awash in a river of desire and splashing about helplessly but ecstatically. Joachim pumped on him with skill and strength and never flagged until Alex, nearly five minutes later, gasped out in his orgasm, "AHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHHH, HAH, HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The sensation of climax was enough in his weakened state to both send his mind to the glorious brightness of joy and send his body into blackness, and he went from orgasm to oblivion, becoming sound asleep.
He awoke some hours later, finding his entire body had been washed, and his body feeling much stronger and vital. He sat upright and experienced only a little bit of dizziness as a result and tried standing up again. He was a bit wobbly but able to walk, about the equivalent of being slightly drunk but not wasted, and he ambled out of the hut.
The hut stood on the edge of a large clearing and the clearing was filled with boys, boys of all sorts and shades, from all lands, the Polynesian sort of course, but a goodly sprinkling of the Caucasian and Oriental and other races. Only thing that was puzzling was that they were all about the same age as his young attendant, some eight years old. He reached up to stroke his chin, puzzling on this and found to his puzzlement that despite being told he had been lying where he was for several days, he had no stubble on his chin, none at all. His face was as smooth as it had been when he'd been in his twenties. He looked at his chest, and his hair was also sparser, the hairs finer. Peculiar, but not concerning, perhaps he had been scorched by a fire when the plane went down and his chest hair had been burned away and had to regrow. That happened, though only by a flash of fire, more than that and his flesh would have been seared and his body was unmarked.
In fact, his scar on his leg, one he had suffered in a mechanic's shop when a tool had slipped, it wasn't an ugly scar, just a small pale line, but it was gone. Gone entirely. THAT was peculiar.
"Hey, Alex is awake!" a boy called to him. It wasn't a boy he'd seen before, he was sure of that.
"Alex, come play with us!" another boy called, one of a group of boys. Alex looked at them, looked harder, and blushed. The boys were engaged in a sort of free-for-all circle-jerk and sucking of dicks, according to where they were placed. Other boys played near or around them, not paying the least attention to their sexual play.
"Uh...that's okay, I'm fine," he chose to answer.
"Okay, later then!" the boy said and went back to jacking two boys, one in each hand. He hadn't actually stopped save briefly to wave to get Alex's attention before. Alex moved in the other direction.
"Alex, over here, come eat with us!" another boy called and Alex's stomach demanded he accept. The boys were just sitting in a rough circle, so he accepted their offer, to find that they were eating more of the same fruits. That was fine with him and he sat down, sitting cross-legged like they were, and took some fruit lying in the center of the circle.
As he ate, he saw the boys begin to reach for each other's cocks, and stroking them. He chose to simply ignore their little games. He'd already seen enough to realize that he had somehow ended up in an enclave of boys and an adult would come along sooner or later and he could get out of here, meanwhile, he would ignore their sexual play, it seemed to be the way this island culture worked.
As he ate, the boys around him who had eaten earlier and now were all finished eating, were all actively engaged in either jacking their neighbor or sucking on his crotch, according to their choice. The boy to Alex's right had laid over to suckle his right-hand friend and was being jacked in return as the boy moaned. He watched this as he ate the fourth fruit and his cock was hard as a rock. Hell, who wouldn't get a boner with this going on all around them?
He felt a hand on his cock and looked down on the hand that had gripped him, then followed it over to his left-hand neighbor. "Guhhhhhhh!" was all Alex said, he had to decide whether he was going to fight this boy off or just think, "when in Rome...."
"Yeah, Alex, I've been wanting a chance at this wang of yours for five years," the boy declared as he jacked at Alex's cock.
"Hahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh," Alex was already well into his desire, but he did feel he knew this boy, "I don't...I don't seem to recognize you," he got out.
"Yeah, well, forget it!" the boy said and he fell over, his face aimed at Alex's crotch. His open mouth landed on Alex's prong, a well-aimed fall indeed.
Alex groaned and his mind swarmed and he felt faint, he leaned back and caught himself on his hands and that let the boy dive deeper onto his prong.
"Guhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, what, uhhhhh, what's your name?" he asked the hungry boy slurping on his pecker. Jesus, he hadn't had a blowjob in quite some time, the last few women he'd banged had turned up their noses at the idea. God, it felt so fucking GOO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OOD!
The boy had deep brown hair, a straight "Roman" nose and startling emerald green eyes, and Alex felt an uncanny personal knowledge of this boy, but couldn't place him. It was a ridiculous thought, "five years" would have made the boy three years old, he couldn't have known Alex back then, the boy was mistaken of course. Still, where had he seen that particular color combination?
The boy was fondling Alex's nuts as he sucked, a sensation that enhanced his desires, the boy's lips slid up and down his tower of tumescence with speed and alacrity, the dexterity and skill of these boys was amazing, he could see that they performed oral sex on each other, but how could they all have such a skill in sucking on men, if men were absent from their lives? The men were probably off on some sort of hunting expedition to a nearby island, of course, this island was perhaps a small sanctuary island for the young, where they could laugh and play and stay safe while the menfolk engaged in hunting and even warfare if need be. As for their blend of races, those were mixed-race boys of course, such interbreeding was a natural thing in these islands where sailors and soldiers had come in the two World Wars, fighting and fucking as they came, so the mothers and grandmothers had survived as any captured people do, the best way they could, offering their bodies to the soldiers for food and medicine when they needed.
Oh, God, the solution to his perplexity had let his mind ease and that gave it license to throw itself into the orgiastic feeling of this group! He reached over and found the young piddle of the boy sucking him, such a beautiful young boy, after all, the boy deserved a repayment of some kind for his generous sucking of Alex's prong.
As if the boy felt the need to increase Alex's pleasure, when Alex began to play with the boy's prick, using his thumb and two fingers to jack the two inch peter, he began to deep-throat Alex, taking his cock down deep into his young throat, swallowing most of the nine inches, holding it, and then releasing it without a single gag or choke or cough, the boy could deep-throat a man's nine-incher! Holy fucking Jesus!
"Gah-ah-ah! Gah-ah-ah! Gahhhh! Gahhhh! Gahhhh! Gahhhh!" Alex moaned, and he lay fully back and the boy twisted around to give Alex an easier purchase. Alex pounded the little pud and the boy sucked on him fast, so fast and furious that the boy's head seemed to blur...no, that was Alex's vision, he was still weak from the crash. He groaned, moaned, lost in his ecstasy, and he swam in a coalescence of rapture and vertigo, his world was spinning wildly, and he arced his back as his climax seized him in its rough claws and violated his world.
"GAHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH, GAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" He was unconscious once again, wiped out and oblivious to all around him.
He woke up in the hut again, with the blond boy hovering over him. "Wake up, Alex, wake up, wake up, please!" Joachim was begging. "Please wake up, please!" It was nighttime and only torches lit up the hut, it was darkness outside.
Alex reached up a hand and touched Joachim's cheek and the boy seized it, and Alex realized Joachim was crying. "I'm okay, honest, I'm fine," he told Joachim. "I fainted, that's all."
"You were out for over twelve hours," Joachim wailed. "I thought you may have died after all! I thought you might have died! Some people do, they die instead of transforming!"
"Transforming?" Alex asked him.
Joachim seized him. "I've been caring for you since you were found, Alex! I've...I've fallen in love with you! I love you, I know it's crazy and foolish but that's how I feel, and I just didn't want to lose you! Not now, not that you have begun to regain your senses! You have to live, you just have to!"
"I'm not going anywhere!" Alex comforted the child tenderly. "Really, I overdid it the last time, I see that now. From now on, you, my little caretaker, are going to be my full-time live-in companion. If you're willing, that is." He smiled at the boy.
Joachim hugged him hard, and Alex, not feeling at all faint, laid back on the bed as Joachim, his tears ended, clutched his cock and drove his mouth over it with a passion. He slurped on it with copious quantities of slobber which dribbled down the shaft as he milked at it and then he rose up, leaving the prod layered with drool and rivulets reaching down to soak Alex's pubic hairs, and he said, "Now, I am going to collect my fee for caring for you all this time."
"Fee?" Alex asked, for he obviously had not a single cent on him, and his pouch which held such items must have perished in the blaze that undoubtedly consumed his plane.
But Joachim was showing what he meant without words, for he had straddled Alex's waist and was guiding the nine-inch pecker into a rendevous with his young sphincter. Alex groaned when he felt the warm tunnel of the boy's bowels engulf his dong, Joachim's soft flesh seemed to tell him that this child was giving himself for the very first time, this was a virginal ass he was penetrating and only passion and desire for Alex was letting Joachim slide down onto his shaft so easily, for the boy gasped and groaned with a sound that could be passion, but could be pain. He did not stop until he had enfolded the entire length with his bowels and was sitting upon Alex's pubic hairs fully.
Alex reached up and gently pulled the lad downwards to have him lie against his chest and Joachim nuzzled against Alex's soft, hairless chest. The bare skin was warm against Alex's own and he sighed as he felt the warmth and at the same time felt a strange difference in this and the other lovers that had lain thus atop him. None of those had been a child, perhaps that was all it was.
That was for later, and he held the boy as he carefully rolled over to place Joachim on the palms and planted himself firmly on top of him. "Now we shall hold this pose until you are comfortable, and I can move without injuring you."
"Nothing you can do can injure me," Joachim breathed. "That is not the way of this place, as you will learn."
More childish nonsense, Alex intended to pay no attention. "We'll stay like this a moment anyway. It feels good just like this."
"All right."
After about five minutes of holding himself ready and not moving, a torment in itself, Alex tried moving and found his motions didn't cause any undue friction to Joachim's intestines that would mark his cock damaging the boy's insides. Joachim groaned and clung to him and Alex slowly moved faster and faster, and Joachim only groaned and gasped.
Alex hadn't felt this vigorous, this potent, in quite some time, he felt as exultant in his lovemaking as he had as a young man, eagerly sampling the joys of the flesh as a new and novel experience, and his joy communicated itself to Joachim, who moaned and thrashed in eager abandon in his embrace. His eyes were shining in delight, his face was flushed with his joy, his arms were eager in their holding of his body, Alex felt in every part of his body that this lad was all that he had ever wanted or needed or sought in his life. He had been a wanderer for this reason and never rationally realized it, he wanted a place that he could call home, and never in his life would think it could be here, on this island of boys, in this hut of limbs and palm leaves, on this rough bed in this boy's arms. But this was where it lay.
Alex groaned and shifted his hold on Joachim, one arm pulling Joachim's nearest leg upwards so that he could rise onto his knees and continue thrusting into the warm bowels from this elevated position. Joachim was left resting on his upper back in this pose and his mouth fell open and he gasped, "Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, this is better, this is better, do it faster now, even faster!"
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Alex grunted as he stabbed Joachim's soft ass with his pecker as fast as he could, the effort of such swift motion eliciting his grunts as he did so. "I'm, I'm, I'm, getting, ah, ah, getting close, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!" he muttered in his growing need and desire.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh!" The flush on Joachim's face was growing, now it was a full blush, the crimson evidence that the boy was caught up in the intense ecstasy of his body that was wrought by being the recipient of his lover's plunging pole.
"Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh!" Alex grunted as he plunged in again and again, his strokes now slower but deeper and more forceful as he wrung every erg of joy from the nerves of his shaft as he drove it into the soft, warm, quivering bowels of the groaning, gasping boy.
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh!" Joachim warbled as his own body was being wracked by his impending orgasm.
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Alex stabbed harder and fiercer into the yielding, welcoming oval of delights that his cock was filling so fully and fittingly.
Joachim hit his climax with a gleeful chorus of chords, "UHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHHHHHH, HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" As he sounded the final elongated note, he thrashed and convulsed and his fingers were like claws digging into Alex's back as he clung desperately to the large man impaling him passionately, and he shuddered and shivered and quailed and quivered as he was battered and beaten by the waves of joy thrashing about inside his young brain.
Alex was climbing the same growing crest of creamy ecstasy, as he moaned and kept his frantic, frenzied fucking. "Hah-ah, hah-ah, hah-ah, hah-ah, hah-ah, hah-ah, hah-ah, hah-ah, hah-ah, ah, ah, ah, AH, AH, AH, AH-AH-AH-AH, HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH, HAHHAHHAHHAH... HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His world was swimming around him and his body felt like he was transmuting into a new being, like a caterpillar transmuting into a butterfly, only in seconds rather than the long change inside a cocoon, and he was free to fly and live and be and see the world in a new and wonderful, wonderful new way, no longer bound to the Earth and its heavy, limited tedium of reaching from branch to branch, that had been his former life, he had been in an airplane jumping from island to island, so few lay within his plane's range, and always at the mercy of the fueling stations there, barely surviving in that life, that was the caterpillar's life, but a butterfly can fly and see and choose, oh, from so many, many flowers, that difference, that was what he experienced now, the limitless freedom of love, love, LOVE!
Even when his passion released him, he felt the same, freed from his former life and he settled down and Joachim held him all sweaty and panting as he was, and nuzzled him, the boy's sweat mingling with his. "Did you enjoy our joining, my love?"
"I did more than enjoy it, I never want to stop," Alex told him sincerely and they kissed, over and over and their hands wandered over each other and Alex felt strangely that Joachim had grown some in the past moments, was taller and larger. But that was absurd, of course, just a phantom of his exhaustion. He settled in and nuzzled and they slept, for the torch was sputtering, its fuel exhausted, and it doused itself with no need for them to stir from their bed.
The next day, Alex and Joachim ventured out together. The other boys were happy to see Alex up and about and they begged him to play with them. He felt it was a natural enough thing to do and he engaged in their games easily and readily. After all, if he was going to live here, he should live as they lived and for boys, games and play was their life blood.
And when the boys' games turned to a game of grab-dick and circle-jerk or such, he participated in those as well, his well of sexual prowess seemed to be almost unending, he could rise to the occasion and the boys struggled with each other for the chance to pump on his rod or slurp on it, and he even jerked the boys himself, one in each hand, when one did so, it all felt so very, very right!
Some four days later, he was engaged in a spirited game of robbers chasing other boys in a group through the forest of the island and he came upon a surprise that shook his very world.
His plane. It had come down and it was not that badly damaged at all. He could maybe repair it! He yelped with joy and forgot the game and leapt to examine the machinery and try to assess the damage. He would need an airfield to lift off, of course, but maybe the radio could reach someone to send a rescue party.... He had some trouble reaching the controls, odd, he usually could just reach up and touch them without a struggle, and now he had to lean way over and lift off the ground, balancing on his stomach, and....
"What are you doing here?" Joachim asked him.
"This is my plane, I can maybe call the nearest island and get help here, get my plane pulled out and put back into shape," Alex said excitedly. "We could leave this island together, you and me!"
"Leave? Leave this island?" Joachim was shocked at the comment.
"Why would we want to stay here when we could go back to civilization and have...." Alex's voice trailed off, for Joachim's eyes were filling with tears.
"I don't want to leave and I don't want you to leave, Alex! Please tell me you won't ever leave!" he cried out.
"But...but I have to leave, I have my life outside of this island, and I have commitments, there is the cargo on this plane that needs to get to its destination and...."
Alex had trailed off because Joachim, wailing, had run away, back toward the circle of huts that was the only point of civilization on this primitive island.
"You still don't get it, do you, Alex?" said the same dark-brown boy who he had met on that first day out and about from the hut. He hadn't seen the boy since that date until now. "Haven't you figured things out by now?"
"Figured what out? I don't get you," Alex said and jumped down from the plane's wings where he had been standing. He found to his surprise that the boy was now nearly as tall as he was. He had grown a lot in the last few days!
"Don't you recognize me yet?"
"No, I hadn't thought about it. I've...been busy."
"Busy fucking Joachim and playing with boy's dicks, right?"
"Well...."
"Don't sweat it, that's how we do things here, I was the same way when I arrived. Only I figured it all out faster."
"Who are you, damn it! Don't keep me guessing."
"I'm Kyle Hammond," the boy said.
"You can't be Kyle Hammond!" Alex said, shocked. Kyle's...."
"Dead? No, but my plane crashed in the ocean all right. I ended up here and never left and neither will you when you realize what's going on."
"This is ridiculous!" Alex protested; Kyle Hammond had trained Alex to fly! "Kyle was forty-two when he died! You're just a little boy about eight years old."
"And what do you think you are?" Kyle used his hand to measure his height against Alex, there was only about six inches difference. "Have you looked at yourself lately?"
"No, there aren't any mirrors around."
"Check out your junk. Just reach down and grab it."
Alex did and was shocked. His prick had gone from nine inches to maybe six! "I've shru-uu-unk!" His voice cracked when he said "shrunk."
"It'll get smaller, I mean, look at mine, I used to have eight inches myself," Kyle said. His own piddle was now a little boy's four-incher. "You look to be maybe thirteen or so now, you'll be going backwards through puberty soon, at a guess."
"Jesus Christ, what do I do?"
"Why do anything?" Kyle said cheerily. "You go back to being eight years old and you stay eight years old. Man, we're immortal here. Your boyfriend Joachim has been here since the 17th Century! Ask him about it."
"Hey, Kyle, come on, we're going to form a daisy chain and suck each other off!" a boy called and Kyle ran off to join the other boys.
Alex looked at his plane and then down at his shrunken cock. Then out toward the ocean, just a short ways away. He heard the boys laughing and playing, saw the trees being harvested of the multiple forms of fruit they had, practically every tree was a bountiful harvest constantly.
Whatever this place was, it was the closest thing to paradise he could reasonably hope to ever find.
He looked again at the plane and then started walking. He knew what he had to do.
Joachim was on the bed of reeds they had shared for these past several days, still weeping. Alex walked over and lay beside him and managed to get him into his arms and consoled him until he stopped his tears.
"When are you leaving us?"
Alex kissed him slowly and stroked him gently and after a time Joachim began to do the same. Alex gently pushed into him and began to fuck him, the smaller cock fit inside the boy without any fuss or muss at all. Joachim relished it as much as ever, though. He brought the boy to orgasm as well as enjoying his own and then they lay side by side.
"I've decided," Alex said, "that a person should always seek their own version of Paradise."
"Yes?"
"So now that I've found it, why should I ever leave?" Alex kissed his lover once again. Soon enough, they would be two eight-year-old boys loving each other, the very same, and it would be forever.
THE END
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