As I believe that I had stated in my earlier writings, I had the best childhood a boy could ever dream of. Mom and Dad were lovers of nostalgia and the good old days of the 30’s and 40’s.
They wanted us to know about the Great Depression and the hardships families endured, the World War II years and the joys and pains of war, and the music of that era; Glenn Miller, Duke Ellington, Al Jolson, Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey, the Benny Goodman Orchestra, and don’t forget Mantovani. Mom made sure that each of us had some culture in our lives. So, we were all introduced, in some way, shape, or form, to music.
My brother played the accordion; I hated it, for every time he played the “Beer Barrel Polka,” I felt like I needed to take a pee from all the beer people consumed. My sister took ballet and tap, and she taught me how to dance. We would dress up as Fred and Ginger and dance like in “Top Hat”, and dance cheek to cheek.
I will have to admit that after dancing with her for a few years, I became an excellent mover and master of the dance steps on the dance floor; my dates loved me, twirling them around like “Dancing with the Stars." It didn’t hurt either that on the many occasions I was able to fuck a few of them later in the evening. They liked my moves there too, I’m assuming.
My dad, on the other hand, taught me to play golf starting at age five. I learned a few curse words from him, like shit, God damn it, you asshole, and others that he’d use when another driver would cut him off. He never used the word fuck around me; I learned that all by myself. My dad was my mentor, my educator, my playing partner, and just my dad, whom I loved so very much.
My adolescent and teen years were filled with new experiences, joy, excitement, knowledge, and, at an appropriate developmental age, masturbation. Of course!
I will never forget that first exhilarating sensation at the release of my first ejaculation. I was in the privacy of our bathroom, pounding my pud, when all of a sudden, I felt the rush in my brain, as a massive surge of dopamine and endorphins, causing the triggering of the reward centers to explode as I spurted my joy all over the damn place! Simultaneously, parts of the brain associated with self-control, fear, and logic—like the prefrontal cortex—shut down.
I knew at once that I had found my life’s calling, and that I’d need as much of that as I could possibly manage for the rest of my days!
It was such a wonderful and exhilarating sensation that I stayed home from school the next day and jacked off six times; I’m surprised my cock never developed calluses! My focus quickly went from Superman, Batman, and Robin, to Playboy, Penthouse, and God forgive me, Hustler. I became a human cum machine, spewing billions and billions of those squiggly egg-fertilizing little guys, all over myself and my sheets. It didn’t occur to me until years later that my mom, who did the laundry, had to be fully aware of her boy’s newfound hobby!
On one occasion, while in the backseat of mom’s Lincoln, with a girl named Corky, she wouldn’t fuck me without the use of a condom, and I just happened to have one in my wallet. I bought it at a gas station vending machine for a quarter; it was a new design, called the “topper.” It fits just over the head of your cock and is secured by the flap just under the head. Well, I fucked the living daylights out of her, then reached down to remove the “topper”… and it wasn’t there any longer!
The horror rushed through me like a fire raging out of control, as my mind went over all the possibilities of a teenage pregnancy, and if just coming wasn’t shrinking me fast enough, the fear made me instantly whither to a little nubbin!
Lo and behold, nine months later, she gave birth to a baby boy, and to the doctor's amazement, he was born wearing a little rubber skull cap on his head like a yarmulke.
Hahaha, just kidding. She never became pregnant, thank you, Jesus. True story, though, about the “topper”. What a truly terrible idea those were!
Ok, I know, now I’m boring the shit out of you. I know you want to hear about Tahiti.
It was the spring of 1997, and Gale and I were going on five years of marriage, so I came home one evening and surprised her with two first-class round-trip tickets to paradise. “Sweetheart, I’m taking you to Tahiti for our fifth Anniversary.” I had booked a fourteen-day trip to include the islands of Moorea, Bora Bora, Huahine, and the main island of Tahiti.
We left Qwin in the capable hands of Gretchen, and off we went. A few days before our departure, Gale went to Rhonda’s hairdresser and proceeded to have nearly 100 cornrows with turquoise and silver beads woven into braids. She looked just like Bo Derrick in the 1979 movie “10”. She was so outrageously beautiful when she came home that I immediately took her in my arms, placed her on the bed, and proceeded to fuck her as Dudley-Moore did to Bo, in his bungalow at Las Hades… except we weren’t playacting!
We arrived in Moorea and were led to our over-the-water bungalow suspended over the lagoon. It was heaven to get up in the morning, dive into the lagoon from our balcony, and feel like we were in heaven. Nudity in Tahiti was quite common back then, as there were very few American tourists, and I know Gale was attracting many longing looks.
This place that God made, French Polynesia, was mainly populated by French and German tourists at that time, as it wasn’t on the American travel circuit yet. I have included photos located in my “Places” album for you to enjoy.
That first evening, we spent in the Bali Hai lounge, drinking the most delicious Polynesian exotic cocktails and dancing to the music of “Liberace Jr.” I can’t remember his name. Anyway, Gale was wearing this solid white pantsuit with puffy crepe-like material that clung to her body, like a zebra wears its stripes. The men in the room were drooling at the thought of her naked, as the women were blowing smoke out of their nostrils at their men, looking at Gale with lust in their eyes. I was so proud of her, what a fucking stunner she was, and she was with me, The Duke of Cocksmore.
Gale and I became fast friends with the bartender, whose name was Jacque Geske, a Frenchman, very handsome with jet black hair and the body of a world-class surfer. Gale wanted to fuck and suck him off immediately.
On day two, Gale and I took one of their outriggers to the motu. The hotel packed a lunch consisting of French bread, wine, and cheeses for our afternoon. A motu is a small outer land mass, formed by the ocean's breakers, which protects the main island from the waves and creates a lagoon surrounding it, which is crystal clear and calm as a mill pond. Spread upon the motu are coconut palms, which make the motu an island paradise. To make everything absolutely perfect for the day, it was completely deserted except for us.
We quickly removed our swimming attire and spent the whole afternoon naked, for only God to see. We made love in the surf, on our blanket, and with Gale leaning against the trunk of a coconut palm. This was our afternoon activities for the three complete days on Moorea.
To get back to the evening of the second day, we met Jacque in the bar as he served us our drinks, and Gale asked him if he would like to join us in our bungalow, after he closed for the evening, for a nightcap. He was delighted, as he had many questions about America. Gale was eager to provide him with the answers.
Jacque arrived at our bungalow around 10:30, and we welcomed him with a cocktail and talked for half an hour or so. Gale suggested that we lie across the bed and turn on the underwater lights to view all the tropical fish, as a partial portion of the flooring was replaced with thick glass for just that purpose.
As the three of us watched in wonderment of the beauty beneath us, Gale took her hand and slid it under Jacque’s crotch and began fondling his cock. She then turned him over on his back and undressed herself. Naked now, her nipples hard and desire apparent, Gale was the most beautiful woman that Jacque had ever laid his eyes on. Her beautiful, full bush and her perfectly shaped breasts were a sight to behold.
She then began removing Jacque's shorts and top, as he lay there with a full erection and a very nice, heavy pair of balls hanging from his cock, and I knew Gale would be hot, wet, and ready, aroused by her activities and the sight and feel of his arousal.
Gale moved slowly up his body until she reached the full hardness of his thick cock, standing rampant over his tummy, and placed it into her mouth. She began to suck very slowly, licking his balls and flicking at the head like a viper ready to strike, relishing the excitement of a new sex partner.
I sat there, my own cock like granite, and watched, as I didn’t want Jacque to get nervous that I might join in and suck him off also. It wasn’t the time nor the place for that at this moment. In the position Gale was in, I could see her excitement, her clit hard and sticking out, her pussy lips puffy and eager, and her love juices flowing freely, making her pussy glisten with arousal and that sight excited me all the more.
Gale continued to suck him off until she sensed his willingness to cum in her mouth. She then quickly stopped, crawled on top of him cowgirl, and inserted his cock into her wet and eager cunt, and began slowly riding him while grinding her hips and cunt into his throbbing cock. Gale came with an intense orgasm, her juices flowing onto his stomach, cock, and balls.
Now it was my turn to perform the act of a sexual predator.
Knowing that Jacque hadn’t cum yet, I placed Gale into a doggy position where she could then continue her ritual of sucking the cum from his manhood while taking my cock deep into her wet, slick vagina, which, prepared by his cock before me, accepted my larger organ very readily as I slid deeply into her.
It was then that Jacque let out a soft cry of total bliss and fulfillment as he spent his cum into her mouth, his cock pumping until his glistening white cream dribbled down her chin. I came a few seconds later, filling her vagina with my cum, my cock throbbing and pumping deep in her tight grip until I was fully spent. It was a night to remember for Jacque, as he stated that this was a first for him in all the years he had been bartending.
Gale was very pleased with herself, also after Jacque left for the evening, feeling empowered after having drained two men completely while enjoying several wonderful orgasms of her own. She’d really enjoyed fucking him and feeling his hard cock throb in her mouth before swallowing his semen, and for me, witnessing her joy and then getting to kiss her lips, hot and swollen from sucking cock, was pure bliss.
This continued for the three of us for the next two nights and one afternoon on the motu on Jacque’s day off.
Off to Bora Bora, the gem of the South Pacific, for four more nights of Gale’s Adventures.
