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Six naked boys are stranded on Hangman's Island together with a ghost and a pirate - it isn't a very comfortable arrangement for spending a holiday in the wild, but it turns out to be a wild holiday anyway! And no one else than Pierre d'Amour would be gifted to put such an erotic adventure into clearer pictures: this is a movie you have to read to the end!
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Twink Island
Six naked boys are trapped on an island and only love is the key to their survival!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichTwink Island
Twink Island
by Pierre d'Amour
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d'Amour:
TWINK ISLAND
Six naked boys are trapped on an island
and only love is the key to their survival!
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1 - The spanking Club
The Spanking Club
It had been Paul's idea: we all had this obscure obsession with naked bums and with nudity, we all were curious about everything which was forbidden or classified as indecent: we were not different than any other boys! We weren't about to hurt each other though, we were still little cowards and a spanking was the only way for us to touch each other without being shouted a poofter or even a pervert - I didn't know where this banal attraction was coming from: bums were designed to sit on them, to fart and to shit, but there was a magic in those fleshy buttocks I couldn't explain! Of course we had been trashed by our fathers for this and that before, and I had always been thrilled by the excellent mix of sin and shame, of pleasure and pain: laying over my father's knees with my pants around my ankles I felt somehow grown up and to feel the heat spreading out over my bum just made me extremely horny, but this was probably natural!
Every weekend we met at the boathouse of uncle Hugo - Paul, Serge and me - and up in the small attic we compared the weekly results of our tests in math and geometry, in literature and language. It wasn't always me with the worst results, but too often I had to take my shorts off and present my buttocks naked to my friends for a good spank, mostly as a purely educational punishment and a motivation to do better next time, which I never did! Of course we were always spying at our dickels too, and to my shame I wasn't able to prevent the growth of a decent erection every time, much to the envy of my friends and a sure sign, that I was enjoying to have my butt slapped by both of them! Paul hardly got something up and Serge was slow to react, their dickels were dancing between their legs with every slap like cocktail sausages whilst mine stood straight out like a hard salami - it took my two friends several weeks to overcome their inhibitions and finally showed up some better results: they had found the pleasure as well!
The time had arrived to compare our dickels instead of our test results, to hold them and to rub them into full size, and now I was suddenly not the biggest anymore: Paul mostly won with a couple of millimeters and I lost by some! Naked bums were mostly all the same but dicks were definitely diverse in size and shape, surely not really fit for a beauty contest but for us young boys the most exciting object to study our sexuality. We never touched each other though: the temptation was certainly there, but none of us had the courage to go first - so we kept to the traditional spanking to satisfy our need for skin contact! But by now we satisfied with a good grope and a squeeze, more to tease than to hurt - a tickle of the ass and a rude joke to excuse it, a slap to the dick and a pinch of a nipple: we were slowly growing up, and when I lost my seed one day from sheer excitement the stigma of masturbation was washed away! Paul and Serge took up their peckers to prove their fertility too - we certainly were a crazy lot in those old days!
At home my sister Sophie was throwing another tantrum after her daily shower: first she wasn't able to find her bra and ran around topless, then she accused me of having stolen her panties and pushed her camel toe right into my face, she was a naughty little bitch without morals and I would have given all my pocket money for a chance to spank her ass! She had tried to set me up with her girlfriend Suzette too, a plump little lesbian without any spirit and devoid of even the most basic sense of humour, but with a nice set of tits and swinging hips - but girls only meant trouble for me! For sure they all were cute and cuddly, but apart from that they were as dumb and numb as their plastic Barbie dolls: they knew nothing about passion or love, they were born to be bossy and they would be so for life! Auguste, the neighbour's son would have fucked them both without a second thought, but I was just different: I needed more sincerity in my emotional life, and for the moment I felt much more appreciated to spend my time with the boys instead!
The fat Mollie was chasing me in school as well, she had made her mind up, that I was the perfect lover for her: she would have lovingly suffocated me between her ample breasts without even noticing my distress - Nathalie was as bony and sharp as a flint knife, there was no way of touching her without cutting yourself - and all the beautiful girl had already a jealous big cock at their side for protection! They were wrinkling their pretty noses at me like I was a smelly alley cat, and whenever I was staring a second too long I was in danger to be beaten up by their muscly lovers! Needless to say: I had lost my interest in the female gender already as a virgin, but otherwise there was nothing wrong with me - and with just a little bit more confidence and courage I would find myself a lover soon! I wasn't really gay, but boys were a hundred times more interesting to have as friends than the silly little chooks with lipstick and miniskirts: they were never happy with anything and were always playing for more with their nimble bodies!
It was a stinking hot afternoon up in the attic after a sweaty wanking session when Serge had the glorious idea, that we should spend our upcoming school holidays together on a secluded beach, where we could be naked outside in nature! Each one of us had a small tent, and it was decided, that every one of us had to bring a friend along too - to share the fun and the duties too. As the destination of the trip Paul suggested Hangman's Island out in the bay, where pirates were hung to scare others away hundreds of years ago: surely haunted but therefor completely abandoned! We weren't afraid about pirate ghosts or lost souls, the imagination to have a whole island for ourselves was tempting enough to dismiss all the superstitions as fairy tales - every one of us had dreamed once or twice about of being a pirate on treasure island, to find the gold and to live happily ever after - we all were still juvenile romantics and the sun-sand-and-salt scene was the perfect background for us boys to explore our sexuality slowly and in privacy!
I had met Jules a few weeks ago in the school toilet and I had caught him staring at my dickel whilst pissing, not really with a mean intention, just from sheer curiosity - he was a cute blond guy, a class below me but quite cheeky already, and the naughty bubble bum in his shorts was definitely begging for a spanking: I liked him straight away! We had lunch together in the corner of the schoolyard a few times and he told me everything about his naughty older brother, about the abuse he had to suffer at home - stories too weird to believe about forced oral sex and anal penetration! He may have made this all up just to impress me, but there was no mischief sparkling in his blue eyes: he wasn't lying to me - I was surely shocked by his blunt honesty, but I understood his need to confide his misery to an understanding friend, and that was me! Jules began to caress my thighs and to stroke my back to thank me for the patience of listening to his unbelievable stories, but he could have touched me everywhere, I would have been pleased!
