Island diary 1: Slutty Chess
What seemed to be a leisurely holiday on a tiny island turned into a completely unexpected adventure full of hot sex. I went there as a decent married man and came back as a gay slut.
You can read the 5 parts of this diary separately, but in the correct order you can read along with the events as they actually happened. Thanks again to LarryInSeattle for editing.
2 April
Today we arrived at Koh Fun, a small island in Southern Thailand. No nightlife, no entertainment district, just the beach, the forest, and a few basic resorts. The plan for this month is read, relax, and write. We left our laptop home, so I'm writing my poetry and stories in the old-fashioned way, with a pen in a paper notebook.
I must say I'm a rather decent guy. I never made a secret of my interest in men, (even M, my wife knows about it,) but in the eight years that passed since I discovered that interest, I had no more than three dates. So although I'm almost always spotting, it hardly ever leads to a real meeting. Now we are on this very quiet island, so my expectations are zero. But after a chance encounter this afternoon, I became aware that this boring island might nevertheless have some unforeseen adventures in store for me. So I decided to start keeping this Island Diary. And I start with the story how my decent me definitely ended up as a slut.
This afternoon we walked on the beach around sunset. M was photographing coral and shells, I walked to a place where I expected to be able to shoot the best sunset photo. When I passed the exit of an almost abandoned beach resort I heard a man say hello. I looked his way and saw a guy preparing to swim. He pulled off his shirt and pants and appeared in tiny swimming trunks. I said good evening, and he asked if I wanted to join him swimming. I said I didn't bring my swimming suit, just wanted to take some photos, and that I was not alone here.
He grinned. "What a pity. Shall I pose for you?"
We both laughed. He was a friendly looking guy, about my age, a belly that showed he likes beer, but not extremely overweight. And what turned me on a bit is that he was obviously making innuendos. It was clear for me that I had to come back here alone.
3 April
In the morning, we just relaxed in our bungalow and read a bit. Then we had a late lunch and returned in our holiday home around 5pm. At 5:30 I said I wanted to go for a swim. M preferred to stay home, which I had actually hoped for. I cycled to the beach and directly walked to where I met the guy yesterday. He was not there. I left my bag and shoes there and went swimming.
When I returned to my stuff, he was sitting beside my bag. He asked if I was alone today and I confirmed that I was. Then he asked if I would like a beer, and I said I preferred something without alcohol. I followed him to his holiday home on the resort. He pointed to a sign. "No wet clothing inside". I did not hesitate and pulled off my wet swimming trunk. My shirt was already in my bag, so I entered the house naked.
"Only alcohol free I have is water" he said.
"Don't you serve a fresh protein shake?"
He hesitated. Had I been a little too overconfident? But now I had to persevere. I said I would help myself, pushed him on a chair, opened his pants, and took out his cock. The touch of my hand made it grow immediately, to a pretty nice size, a bit bigger than mine. I knew I couldn't stay away too long, so I immediately attacked the tasty cock. He totally surrendered, groaned, moved, grabbed my head, and made me take his entire rod in my mouth. Then he completely lost control, screamed loud, and shot a strong warm jet down my throat. A second one hit my palate just before his cock slipped out of my mouth. Two last jets hit my face. I swallowed the juice in my mouth and agreed to pose for him for a photo. Then I washed my face, apologised that I could not stay longer, and left. It took less than 5 minutes, altogether.
