Adventures Of Gay Robinson On The Island 2

Just then, the savage, who had only been knocked out, began to move. Robinson pointed to him, and the native spoke some words, which Robinson could not understand. Yet, the words sounded pleasant to Robinson's ears, for they were the first sounds of a man's voice that he had heard, except his own, in many years. And it sounded so sexy. He shuddered. But there was no time for enjoying voices now, or dream about the things he planned to do with this awesome hunk, for the savage was already sitting up. The native pointed to the sword hanging from Robinson's belt. Robinson pulled it out and handed it to him. No sooner was the sword in his hand than he ran to his enemy and, with one blow, cut his head off.

Once that was done, Robinson led the native back to his fortress. There, he gave him food and water and made the bed for the tired young man to lie down, but he didn't give him any clothes to cover himself up with. Within minutes, the poor creature was sound asleep.

Robinson groaned heavily as his fingers came in contact with the warm globes. He patted the flesh and gently started to knead them. Moving lower, he slowly parted the full cheeks of the sleeping man and again let out a lusty moan.

The years of loneliness and the suppressed lust roared at him and he fell on his knees burying his face in the most tantalizing ass crack he had ever seen! With a shudder he opened his mouth and his tongue darted out to lick at the puckered orifice that seemed to wink at him! He shivered at his tongue tasted the wrinkled butt chute of the slumbering native and he spread the cheeks wider.

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His wet tongue stabbed at the closed opening and licked around it. Up and down the crack and back at the pink rosebud. The strong man-smell after all these years was driving him out of his mind as he opened his mouth wide and attempted to pull the whole damned ass into his oral cavity!! On and on he laved at the bottom hole of the sleeping man and unable to hold any longer let his tongue probe and push at the closed hole. The man's hips rose slightly and he moaned softly as Robinson's tongue slid in.

He felt the warm breath and the wet tongue. Blinking, he slowly woke up. He started to raise went he felt the man's, his savior's hands hold him down as his mouth sucked at his bottom. He smiled, he knew what this man wanted, understood his needs. Well, he wasn't named 'Big Dong' just like that. Back at home too he was in great demand, since 14 he had been pursued, by both the men and women of his tribe and he had learned quite a bit from his numerous sexual encounters. And now this pale skinned man wanted the same. He was game, he just loved to fuck, be it a tight cunt or the gripping ass hole, be it a man or a woman.

He parted his legs wider and raised his ass higher, giving the man better access to his twitching hole. He slid his hand under and grabbed his quickly hardening cock to slowly jack off, enjoying the probing tongue and kneading fingers. The man rimmed great thought Big Dong. He must love eating ass.

With his head spinning with lust, Robinson gave a last, hard lick and stood up. Quickly stripping off his clothes he stood naked before Big Dong, now sitting up on the bed. Both men looked into each other's eyes and Robinson smiled. Turning around he bent over and parted his ass cheeks, giving the native a clear view of the puckered hole within the deep valley. Looking over his shoulders at the man he had saved from the savages he smiled once more.

"Take me man. Fuck me in the ass...... Oh, how I need a cock up my chute!" he whispered in a hoarse voice, choked with lust and need.

Sex needs no language, never needed any and Big Dong understood what was wanted of him. He rose slowly and still stroking his rampant cock advanced towards the bent and shivering man, his savior. With his free hand he swatted the full cheeks making the man groan and wriggle his ass then swiping the flesh baton up and down the crack he nudged at the bung hole. The hole clammed shut and then stretched open as he applied pressure.

Robinson was shaking as he hollered, "Fuck me...... fuck me...... shove it right in...... Ooooooooo...... its been such a long time..... fuck the shit out of me......... fuck me shitless!" he blabbered.

Big Dong didn't understand any of the things being said but he did get the feel..... understood what the pale man meant. Digging his fingers into the slim waist he jerked his hips and rammed in. The sphincter snapped open and swallowed the swollen head in a rapid movement, claming down on the throbbing shaft in a vice like grip.

Robinson was in heaven as he felt the head nudge him and then bore into his twitching bottom. He let out a heavy groan of satisfaction at the nearly forgotten feel of a rampaging cock tearing into him. But this was by far the biggest he had ever taken, and he had taken many, he closed his eyes and pushed back at the native, desperately trying to relax his ass muscles to allow more of the magnificent cock to enter. He had already applied a liberal coat of lard to his butt hole before he came into the room to wake up the sleeping man. For he knew that he was big and the goats and dog hadn't stretched him enough to take a man of this size, but even then it was an ordeal to accommodate the massive dick now knocking at his back entrance. He held his breath and pushed back and suddenly felt his inner ring relax and the flesh pole sink in. He grunted and sighed, trembling with lust as he felt the huge balls smack his jingling nuts and the lush pubic bush of the native tickle his ass cheeks. Biting down on his lower lips to stifle the cry of need he slumped forwards on his hands and gave himself up to the roaring waves of naked passion.

The stabbing slab of hot meat probed his unexplored depths, pounding his ass walls with the determined head, the abnormal circumference expanding his ass mouth wider, stretching his colon to the maximum. It throbbed and pulsed, making his stomach churn and heave. Each withdrawal was a vacuuming and friction that sent delicious thrill through every inch of his writhing flesh, blanking out every other sensation. The effect was that of having his inside emptied and refilled with ever increasing speed, accelerating his pulse and forcing him to answer with his own pelvic gyrations.

Big Dong fucked him with massive thrusts and surprising speed, sending the bolting shaft deep within his belly, extracting animal cries with every shove and then pulling back completely to ram in again! Robinson was ecstatic. A real man, a real cock, after so many years and that too one of the biggest. He didn't even have to touch himself as he ground to his first climax, a mind-boggling event that left him nearly drained and panting.

But the man continued to fuck, never missing a beat, opening up more of his insides, cramming the full length of the monstrous prick up to the thick base with every thrust, scrapping his knees on the rough earthen floor. But he didn't care, his only wish seemed to be able to go on enjoying the stretching, the probing. After such a long time and by such a glorious cock. He was loving every bit of it.

With head bowed low and shoulders slack Robinson slammed his ass back at the man fucking him, the cheeks slapping audibly against the groin, thigh against thigh. The swinging balls against his own nuts. It felt awesome. He felt his cock stir again, stiffening and lengthening slowly as his prostate got the full treatment with the thick shaft sliding in and out of his stretched bottom. He felt it tingle and throb and then with a sudden twitch he exploded a second time. He raised his head and let out a loud yell as he balls knotted at the base of his shuddering cock and the first blast left him. His ass quacked and churned violently as shot after thick shot of his sperm splattered out of the jerking penis. Even in the throes of his massive climax, the second within a span of minutes, he felt the cock in his ass twitch and jerk. It seemed to grow longer and thicker and then with a massive shove he felt the native unleash a torrent of man seed up his ravaged bottom, coating the raw walls, soothing them.

They fell apart, exhausted and immediately Robin was between the widely spread legs of the heaving native, licking at the wilting shaft, as if trying to revive it for another ass smacking session on his knees.

Over the next few days it was as if Robinson had forgotten all his duties. He never went out, to tend his fields, water his plants or even pick the fruits, the only thing he seemed concerned about was the penis between his Man Friday's solid thighs. He was continually there, his mouth or anus glued to the shaft. Getting all his desires fulfilled after years on the island alone, with only the wild goats and a dog to keep him warm!

Robinson and Big Dong (whom he had named Friday) finally built a sea worthy boat and sailed away from the forsaken island to ultimately meet other white men like himself. They rescued him and took him home, back to England. He took Friday with him and taught him English and the way of the white man. Everybody knew him as Robinson's private valet. Only the two of them knew the real nature of their relationship.

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