The next morning Adam told me that he preferred to say goodbye in the house and left me to make my own way to the helipad. One of the staff had already taken my small bag out to be loaded. Most of the things I had on the island were island clothes that I did not need to take back home. Just as I reached the front door, Alicia’s mother came running up to me. As she bear hugged me she whispered in my ear.
“We are so happy you have chosen our daughter to be your wife. My husband and I always supported her decisions, but you have made a better life possible for her. Though she doesn’t fully understand what you are doing for her, she is very happy. I promise she will be a very good wife to you. If ever she displeases you, my husband wants you to know that he will stand behind any action you take. If punishment of your wife is against your tradition, all that you need do is speak to Duarte or me and we will see that she is corrected.”
She kissed my cheek before releasing me from her embrace.
“Thank you Carmela, I am also very happy to be joining your family. I do not think it will be necessary for you or your husband to correct Alicia. I am sure she will be a good wife.”
“As am I, but I wanted you to know we are fully supportive of the marriage. You will find that island women have a natural tendency to fail their husbands in small ways. It is part of how we reinforce our husband’s manhood. It gives them reason to assert their dominance.”
“Don’t worry, Carmela, if Alicia demonstrates a need for correction, I can handle the situation.”
She smiled and I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. As I walked along the path to the helipad I was suddenly disappointed that Alicia had not come to say goodbye. However, when I reached the helipad, I was very pleased to see that Greg had come to see me off. He explained that Alicia had wanted to come, but such a thing was not permitted. I found that very odd. He further explained that once an island woman was betrothed it was considered wrong to seek out her fiancée. It was the man who had the right to say when they saw each other. I told him to tell her that I was unaware of the custom and sorry I had not sent for her. Then I hugged him before getting on the helicopter.
The flight home was predictably boring. On top of that, since I was surprising my parents, I had to take a bus from the airport to my hometown. It was a long ride added to the long flight. I decided the look of happiness on my mom’s face when she opened the front door was worth all of the discomfort of the long trip. That night during dinner I told my parents about Alicia. It was a difficult evening of explaining, but in the end I was pretty sure they were happy that I had found someone that I loved. I think they were even happier that the wedding wouldn’t’ be for at least a year. The truth was I hadn’t really thought about a time frame. When to get married seemed almost irrelevant on the island. Long engagements were the norm.
“So when do we get to meet our new daughter?” My mom asked after I was done explaining who she was and how we met.
I told her that I wouldn’t be seeing Alicia until winter break and suggested that I bring her home for Christmas. My parents seemed thrilled at the prospect of having company for the holidays. I wasn’t sure how Alicia was going to feel about the news. I almost laughed when my father took me aside and asked about my ability to control my natural urges and remain faithful during my separation from my girlfriend. It was the first time we had had a talk about anything sex related since my last birds and bees talk when I was fourteen. I assured him that both Alicia and I would handle the separation just fine. I think my biggest regret in life is having to keep a part of my life secret from my parents. They have always been completely supportive of me and my decisions. However, there are some things I am sure they could not have understood or accepted.
The next day I looked up my friend, Doug. He looked almost as happy as my mother did to see me standing outside his door. We wasted very little time in getting from his living room to his bedroom and even less getting our clothes off. As soon as I was naked he was on his knees sucking my cock as enthusiastically as a man with a several day thirst gulps water. As I caressed his head while enjoying his attentions, I realized a truth that it would take him years to accept. In his case marriage was a mistake. There was no doubt in my mind that Doug was gay. He had told me as much the previous year. I knew that getting married would not change him. I wanted to tell him that homosexuality was not something that could be cured. But I was certain that he would only deny anything I said if I tried to tell him my feelings. So I resolved to leave the issue alone.
Instead, I pulled him to his feet and kissed him deeply while our naked flesh pressed together. I could feel his hot warm cock on my upper thigh as my cock pressed into his lower abdomen. I could also feel the heat of his passion and the pent up need he had for gay sex. I pushed him gently backwards toward the bed. Our lips remained locked until the back of his legs came in contact with the mattress and he fell onto the bed. As he lay there with his feet dangling above the floor I dropped down between his legs. I knew that it might be his last time with a guy, at least for awhile and wanted to give him a great time.
I spread his legs and began to nuzzle and kiss his thighs. He giggled and squealed happily as my lips and tongue teased his soft tingling flesh. I wanted to keep teasing him, but I couldn’t resist the allure of his ball sack. His cum laden balls were like a magnet pulling my mouth ever closer. His moans added to my desire. By the time my lips reached his smooth scrotum I was practically drooling. I kissed his sack and then began to lick his heavy balls as he began to squirm on the bed.
“Oh fuck, John, jesus, oh yes,” He gasped as I sucked on his nuts.
As I continued working his sweet nuts with my lips and tongue his cock rubbed against my forhead and left a sticky trail of precum. Again, I was compelled to move on. I wanted to taste the sweet, slippery elixir that was flowing from his hot cock. I licked my way up his twitching tool as he continued moaning and exclaiming how good he felt. I was glad we were alone in the house when I licked the precum form his cock head.
“Fuck, yes! Oh my god, you are the best! Damn suck me please,” He cried out.
I engulfed his dick, sliding my lips down his hard shaft until I could feel his balls touching my chin and his pubic hair tickled my nose. Knowing he was close and aching for release I furiously worked my lips up and down his throbbing cock.
“God, I am gonna fucking, oh shit yes c c c cum!” He screamed as his cock erupted in my mouth.
Though I tried hard his load was so big I couldn’t swallow it all. A small amount seeped out between my lips and his red hot cock as the majority of his essence slid down my throat. I could feel the warmth of his seed in my belly as I milked the last of his load from his slowly deflating cock. Then I kissed my way up his body and joined him in the bed. We lay there, with me caressing him as we cuddled while he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm. Then he did for me what I had done for him. He was so much better at sucking cock than he had been previously; I asked him if he had been practicing as we cuddled up after my orgasm.
“Yeah, I have. I didn’t want to get married without having some more guy sex. Since you weren’t around, I actually went looking for someone else. I had heard about this gay bar over in Bennet.”
“You went to a gay bar?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, but t I couldn’t go through with picking up some random gay guy. I just sat there for a little while and then split. Luckily, I ran into someone I knew in the parking lot.”
“Who?”
“Bo Riddick.”
“From the football team? Fuck no, he’s gay?”
Bo was one of the most popular ladies men in our local school as well as being the star running back on our team. He had always been the poster boy for being a real man. He was also very hot.
