Different Strokes

Tyler Sinclair arched his head back on the bed in the somewhat seedy Ypao Breeze Inn room on Guam’s western Tumon tourist coast and moaned deeply. The sailor was in deep and was slow pumping him. He’d been slow pumping him for an eternity, edging him, holding off on his ejaculation, intent on getting his money’s worth. Tyler had already come, taking care of himself with his own hand. But the Sailor wanted the biggest bang for his buck. Whenever he reached the edge, he stopped and held them there, Tyler’s pelvis being arched up to the big sailor’s pelvis, the young whore’s legs spread and bent, his feet pressed into the edge of the foot of the bed.

The sailor could take his time. He’d paid for time, not for a single liftoff. The first fuck had been quick, insistent, quickly over. The sailor was savoring this one.

Tyler’s cellphone was on the nightstand. He could see it now that his head was arched back. It was vibrating. A call was coming in. He could feel the sailor tensing, ready to blow, but also ready to edge himself again. Tyler put his hips into motion in the crucial seconds, going up on his elbows, thrusting his hips forward as the sailor thrust his cock forward. He called out, “Fuck, yes, you beautiful black brute. Let me have your cum. Blast me with your fuckin’ big cock. Show me what you got. Make me feel it!”

Jolted by the sudden stroking of his manhood, the sailor went over the edge. In three jerks he filled the bulb of his condom, pulled out of Tyler’s ass, and, after giving Tyler a slap on his butt, had risen from the bed and was padding off to the bathroom. He didn’t even realize that it had been Tyler who had brought the fuck to a conclusion.

When he heard the shower start, Tyler rolled off the bed, went around to the nightstand, and pushed some buttons on the cellphone.

“Did you call me just now, Mr. Houser?” Lee Houser was someone important who lived in a mansion hanging off a cliff on the coast north of Tumon. He did a lot of things, including running a stable of high-priced male whores. Tyler wasn’t in that stable, but he’d like to be. Houser rented out to the wealthier class of johns on the island, mostly businessmen here permanently. Tyler serviced cash-strapped horny sailors on shore leave at the naval base to the south. He depended on word-of-mouth references.

Tyler had recently spent a night in Houser’s bed with another sub after substituting as a model in a charity men’s fashion show Houser had held in his house. The mixed American-Japanese man had fucked Tyler four times in the night—with the longest cock Tyler had ever taken. It must have been nearly a foot long hard. It was thin, but hard, and it had gone right into the quick of Tyler. Every time, it had conquered him, sliding in slowly to the quick as he held there docile, panting lightly, gasping, concentrating on how far up into his gut it was. Then Tyler felt himself emitting the long sigh as it was slowly withdrawn nearly the whole way. He would clutch at the man’s buttocks then, feeling the loss of the cock. And he then would lie back docilely, gasping as it glided in deep again. And again and again, Tyler surrendering completely to the man’s long cock a long time before the man flooding him deep with cum.

Houser had barebacked him. Tyler had had to be tested right before doing the fashion show. Houser wasn’t the only one who fucked him that day. The models had been auctioned off to the men who’d come to the show—and Tyler had been put in a taxing porn vid too.

Houser had complimented Tyler on how he had performed. Tyler hoped that would pan out to some gigs with high payers. And here the man was, on the cellphone.

“Can you break away for a week?” Houser asked over the phone. “There’s a Korean businessman here who is going to Honolulu for a week and who wants a companion. It would be $5,000 for you to give him whatever he wants as often as he wants while you’re with him—plus all expenses. Plane fare, hotel, meals and all. You’d have to take an HIV test tomorrow. He barebacks, he’s demanding, and he’s seriously hung. I can’t say you won’t be fully earning the five thou. You’d be doing me a big favor, that I’d be returning if you do good. You’d need to be at the airport at 9:00 p.m. It’s a night flight.”

Tyler was sitting on the side of the bed, facing the bathroom door, when he set the cellphone back down on the nightstand. The sailor padded out of the bathroom, holding a towel around his waist. He let it drop to reveal that he was in erection again. He wasn’t the most handsome sailor Tyler had serviced but he was built. He was on the short side—as was Tyler—and was stocky, but he was muscular and didn’t have much fat on him. He had a cock and balls to be proud of. He was the proverbial black bull. Black curls swirled all over his body, with a trail coming down from his hair-covered pecs into his trimmed bush. He shrugged at Tyler in a “What can you do?” silent expression of half apology for what he then was going to do. He’d paid by the hour, not by the fuck.

“What can I say?” he asked. “I’ve been at sea for a while and I’m horny as hell.”

There wasn’t much else to say, so Tyler simply said, “Let’s see what we can do about your problem, sailor.”

He came to Tyler and stood there in front of the young whore, while Tyler, grasping the sailor’s hips in his hands, took the cock in his mouth and sucked it to throbbing and the sailor to shuddering and groaning.

Not being able to take any more, the sailor reached down and grasped Tyler’s ankles and dragged the small rent-boy back across the bed to the foot, where he put Tyler down on his belly, with his feet on the floor. Tyler saw, out of the corner of his eye, the sailor reach down and pull the black belt out of his white trousers, which were puddled on the floor at the foot of the bed. Breathing heavy, heavy with need, he roughly grabbed Tyler’s wrists, tied them together behind his back with the belt, put himself in position behind the young man’s ass, snapped a condom on, saddled up, and penetrated Tyler’s passage with his cock. He slid right in, having reamed the whore to his specs earlier.

“Oh, shit, Oh, fuck, you’re big,” Tyler cried out. “You’re a fuckin’ black bull.” He knew the sailor wanted to hear something like that, but it was true that he was monstrously big. And he was young, muscular, and virile. It’s why Tyler went with sailors. It wasn’t just for the money—which wasn’t much, with sailors—it was because they mostly were young, virile, muscular, and came in from the sea randy, their eyeballs swimming in unreleased cum. They came in from the ocean with only one thing in mind—getting laid—and they were usually easily controlled as long as you waved your hole at them and surrendered to their needs—or at least could convince them you had.

Tyler didn’t do it just for the money. He liked being fucked.

“But you’ll take it, won’t you?” he growled. “So sweet. With your size and those slim hips, I didn’t know if you could take it. But you open right up for me, don’t you, baby? Ahhh, that’s nice.” He grabbed Tyler’s hips and started pounding away. As he got close, the young whore knew he’d edge off—that he’d do that as often as he could before he shot off. And there wasn’t much Tyler could do about that in this position. He was completely at the sailor’s mercy.

Tyler relaxed his channel, willing the muscles of his passage walls to milk the dick churning inside it, and enjoyed the fuck, thinking thoughts of the beaches of Hawaii. Surely an older Korean businessman couldn’t take him any harder than this—and he’d pay a whole hell of a lot more than this black boy was paying.

* * * *

Tyler met Song Rhee for the first time in the airport departure lounge. He was tall, wiry, and not bad looking. He was maybe in his early forties. There was a look of mystery and danger about him but he walked and talked like a man in control. Although he acknowledged the young rent-boy was there, his attention until they got on the plane, in side-by-side first-class seats, him on the aisle and Tyler at the window, was taken up with business calls. He spoke in Korean on the phone, but it was clear that he was giving, not receiving, instructions and orders.

They engaged in neutral chit chat during the snack service, the Korean asking the personal questions, not revealing anything about himself, and not saying much. He spoke impeccable English, but you could tell that it wasn’t his native language.

“I’m from San Diego,” Tyler answered to one question and, “I came out here with a Naval officer. He went to his next assignment without me,” Tyler responded to the follow-up question. He didn’t elaborate on how he’d been a beach bum, riding the surf board, not going back East with his parents when they’d left San Diego, with the excuse that he wanted to finish the junior college course he’d started. He couldn’t tell them that he didn’t want to leave the boyfriend who was fucking him. The boyfriend left; the fucking didn’t, and in short order he was doing it for money. Dirk, the Naval officer, had said he was in love with Tyler and wanted Tyler to go to Guam with him—where, he said, the surf was good for boarding. Tyler believed him and found himself in Guam, where Tyler found that the only thing the Navy guy hadn’t lied about was that the surf on Guam was good for boarding. After a year, Tyler had been left high and dry—and in need of money. Thus, the sailors. End of the longer version of the story that he didn’t tell the Korean. Rhee didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m twenty-one,” Tyler said to another question. “Yes, I know I don’t look it. Do you mind?”

The Korean said he didn’t mind, but he didn’t take the conversation any farther in that direction during the snack service.

“I’ve had two years of community college—in San Diego,” Tyler answered to yet another question. “I didn’t specialize in anything really. What I like to do is go out in the surf on my board.”

The snack service over, the lights were dimmed in the cabin. It was a night flight.

The Korean turned in his seat toward Tyler. He placed a hand on Tyler’s cheek and ran his fingers into Tyler’s shoulder-length blond hair. He grasped the hair hard and pulled Tyler’s head back painfully. The young man wanted to yelp, but he didn’t. There was a cruel leer on the Korean’s face, but it lasted but a moment—enough to put Tyler off center—before the Korean’s smile mellowed and he loosened his grip on Tyler’s hair. Rhee leaned in for a kiss and Tyler opened his lips to the man, being surprised that the Korean, so formal, stiff, and distant before now, gave him tongue.

It wasn’t a long kiss, not something that anyone walking the aisle was likely to notice. But no one was walking the aisle. First class wasn’t full and the stewardesses were busy putting the snack service away and were settling in for some quiet time themselves.

“I’m a little worried,” the Korean said when they came out of the kiss. “You are smaller than I thought you’d be. Your hips are slim, you’re very womanish, you know. I’m not complaining about that. You are a beautiful young man. But your hips are so slim. Lee Houser told me that he has had you. True?”

“Yes,” Tyler answered.

“I know he is impressively long. Did you . . . ?”

“Yes, I managed him.”

“All of it?”

“Yes. Not easily, of course. But not easily is good, isn’t it? If it’s difficult for you, don’t they feel more satisfied?”

“Yes, very good.” That cruel leer passed over the Korean’s face again, but then it was gone. “He isn’t terribly thick though, I believe.”

“No. But terribly long.”

“I’m thick too,” the Korean stated, but then he went right on. He’d put his left arm around Tyler’s neck and had his right hand on Tyler’s right thigh. He used that to tease Tyler’s thighs to spread. Then he had his hand on Tyler’s basket.

“I want you to control yourself,” he said in a low voice. “I’m going to explore you and you will orgasm for me. But I want you to remain quiet. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Tyler answered. He both heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down and felt the release of the pressure he’d felt down there, as he had been hardening up.

“Do you want me to unzip you too?” he asked.

“Yes,” the Korean answered.

Tyler did so and they both released and fisted each other’s cocks. It was dark in the confines of their seats, and Rhee’s body was turned toward the window. You would have had to lean into the seat to see what the two were doing, and the section was settled down for the night.

“You are a beautiful young man,” Rhee said. “Almost as much woman as man during sex, I imagine, but you have a very nice cock. Very slim hips.” The man seemed to be obsessed with whether Tyler had a hole that would take him and seemed to believe that the slimness of hips had something to do with that. Tyler wasn’t sure if the man would be displeased if he did have trouble taking the cock. And what a cock it was, Tyler was finding by feeling it up. He was finding that Rhee’s cock was way beyond nice. It had hinted at a comparison with Houser’s nearly foot long. The Korean wasn’t that long, but not far off, and he was thicker than Houser was.

“Do you ever dress as a woman . . . during sex?” the Korean asked.

“I haven’t, but I will if that’s what you want,” Tyler said.

The Korean gave a low laugh. “Yes, you will do anything I want.”

Tyler shuddered at that, and the Korean felt, and seemed to enjoy, that. He took two condom packets out of his pocket and slit them open with his teeth.

“So there will be no mess,” he whispered, and he crowned, first Tyler, and then himself. He stroked Tyler’s sheathed cock for a moment, while Tyler did the same with his. But then he was fondling the young man’s balls.

“No noise now,” he muttered. “Take it silently.” He was squeezing and distending the balls, coming close to crushing them. There was that brief look of cruelty in his eyes again. Tyler writhed in his embrace, his eyes watering, but he controlled himself, not crying out.

“Good,” the Korean said. He moved his hand lower and invaded Tyler’s anus, deep, with first one finger and then another. He finger fucked Tyler’s hole. Tyler was stroking both cocks now. And, silently, Tyler came inside his condom. Rhee folded the young man’s sheathed cock back into his trousers and zipped him up. He lay back, still sideways, in his seat, observing Tyler’s face with a slight, indulgent smile on his face while Tyler continued to slowly beat him off. He had admirable control. It took Tyler twenty minutes to bring the man to his orgasm.

They visited the lavatory separately to get rid of the condoms and clean up and to settle in for the night. They didn’t settle in for the whole time, though. Two hours later, to the tune of light snores and everyone else in first class either snoozing or trying like hell to snooze, the Korean nudged Tyler awake. Rhee was unzipped and his cock was out, flopping long and thick against his thigh.

“Suck me off,” he commanded, pulling the face of a half-asleep Tyler down into his lap. The young man kept his gagging and gurgling to the minimum he was able, as he unhinged his jaw, took as much of the cock as he could into his throat, and gave his new master an expert blow job. Again, the Korean exhibited admirable control, running his fingers into the young man’s long, blond hair and moving the head up and down on the swallowed cock for more than fifteen minutes before he came down Tyler’s throat in three prodigious jettings.

Leaning back into the corner of his seat next to the window, Tyler extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off his lips while Rhee folded a now-flaccid monster cock back into his fly and zipped himself up.

“Satisfactory. Quite satisfactory,” the Korean whispered.

Aloha week had begun.

* * * *

A limousine drove them from the Honolulu airport to the Royal Hawaiian Waikiki hotel. A suite was awaiting them, and there was a box on a table in the suite’s living room when they arrived, with one of the assistant managers saying, “This arrived for you yesterday, Mr. Rhee, and we took the liberty of putting it in your room.”

“Thank you,” Rhee said and stood there, fingering the box, until the assistant manager bowed his way out. Tyler explored the suite, arriving back by the Korean’s side as Rhee was pulling a set of lacy black bikini panties, bra, garter belt, black mesh stockings, and black high heels out of the box.

“As you can see, I anticipated whether you would dress up for me. Lee shared your photograph, and I knew you’d be perfect for this role play. Here, strip down if you please and put these on. Lee said these would fit you.”

“Now? We’re going to have sex now, just having arrived?”

“I’ve paid for a limited amount of time with you. I plan on using every minute.”

“You’re the boss,” Tyler said. As he changed, without further objection, Rhee was also stripping and adjusting a black leather harness on his chest, pulling on black boots, and snapping on black leather wrist bands, all of which came out of the box. The Korean was tall and slim and wiry. He was quite athletic too, and Tyler couldn’t help but find him sexy. He couldn’t object to being dominated by the man and that obviously was what this was all about.

Rhee pulled a hand whip out of the box, commanded, “Kneel to me,” forcing Tyler, dressed in the bra and panties, to his knees in front of him with a cruel grip of his head hair. Rhee forced his huge cock between the young man’s lips, and, whimpering, Tyler opened his mouth to the cock. Flicking the whip, Rhee controlled the bobbing of Tyler’s head on his cock, with one hand buried in the hair on the back of the young man’s head, and side-arm whipped the blond’s buttocks, back, and thighs with the whip in the other hand. The lashes weren’t brutal, but they stung a bit, and Tyler was silently sobbing when Rhee pulled his dick out of the young man’s mouth after several minutes of face fucking, but no ejaculation yet.

“Do you want me to stop?” the Korean growled.

“Do what you want,” Tyler responded through his tears.

“Right answer,” Rhee said.

The Korean swept the box off the table with his arm, turned and pulled Tyler up from his knees, and slammed the young man down on his belly on the table. Tyler’s legs were dangling off the other side of the table, not quite touching the floor. Rhee saddled up behind him, ripped the panties off his pelvis, and wishboned his legs cruelly straight out from his sides on either side onto the tabletop. He whispered, appreciatively, “Ah, very flexible. Good, I like that.”

Tyler reached out to the side with both arms, clutching the table top on either side of him at the edge. Tyler’s facial expression showed a mixture of shock, surprise, and arousal. The expression added in pain and passion, as the Korean worked his long, thick cock into the young whore’s ass, taking all the time in the world to bottom as Tyler panted and moaned, and began bareback fucking him hard and deep. He remarked how tight Tyler was when he first penetrated him and then, with a laugh, how quickly the passage stretched and opened to his insistence. He was quite pleased with that.

Rhee, holding the young man’s hips between his hands, fucked Tyler’s ass for twenty minutes with a blissful, satisfied look on his face. When he was on the edge of coming, he reached up, grabbed a hank of the young man’s blond curls, and arched the his torso back cruelly. Tyler cried out, not for the first time, “Oh, shit, oh, fuck! You’re huge.”

“Yes I am, but you’re taking me nicely,” came back. “And you’re taking me now.” Rhee leaned over the prone body plastered to the table top, took one of Tyler’s earlobes in his teeth, and blasted him deep inside with cum.

When he pulled out of Tyler’s ass, he pulled the young man’s body with him and let him collapse to the carpet, panting and moaning.

He was still there after the Korean had showered, dressed in a fresh business suit, and left, saying, “Dinner will be at eight. Amuse yourself while I’m gone, but keep your cellphone with you and answer if I call.”

Tyler dragged himself across the room toward the bathroom.

That was all within the first two hours of their arrival in Honolulu on day one of Aloha Week.

At 11:00 that night, Tyler lay on his back in the bed, his wrists bound above his head to the headboard, his legs spread and bent, while Rhee crouched over him, a slicked-up, recently employed, thick, twelve-inch dildo lying next to Tyler on the bed. Rhee was sliding ten thick inches of real cock deep inside the rent-boy, holding as their eyes locked and Tyler whimpered and panted, docilely taking the cock deep. As the cock was slowly withdrawn, Tyler sighed and arched his back. A slow slide in followed as Tyler gasped. Out, sigh; in, gasp. Out, in. OutIn. OUTIN. With a cry of, “Shit, here it comes,” Tyler ejaculated. After he had, the Korean picked up the pace of the fuck. It was still the long slide and long withdrawal, but the pace picked up, becoming ever faster. Tyler arched his back and cried out, “Yes. Yes! Fuck me!” and the Korean did just that, until, at 11:45, he came and rolled off Tyler. Tyler had come a second time.

At 1:15 a.m., Rhee rolled back on top of Tyler and slid his cock hard and deep into the quick of the young man. “Yes, yes!” Tyler cried out. “Fuck me!” and the Korean fucked him until nearly two.

At 4:00 a.m., the Korean rolled back on top of Tyler and slid his cock in hard and deep . . .

Tyler whimpered softly, unable now to speak.

Thus ended night one of Aloha week.

* * * *

“Lopaka,” Tyler said. The hunky Hawaiian hotel pool bar waiter had put the refill of Tyler’s drink down on the table next to his pool bed, and Tyler asked the young man if he really was Hawaiian. He certainly looked it, all brown and muscular and sunny smile. He was wearing a colorful sarong-like wrap around his waist, a lei of white orchids around his neck, and was barefoot. When the young man—not as young as Tyler but not more than four years older—had affirmed he was a native Hawaiian, Tyler had asked him if he had an Hawaiian name.

“Yes,” he’d said. “It’s Lopaka. It means ‘brilliant fame.’ My parents were very optimistic, you see.”

“Lopaka. I would say that your parents could read the future,” Tyler said. “You are a beautiful man. I got a glimpse of the torch performance on the beach last night. You dance great. You’re a very sexy man.” It was Tyler’s third drink. He’d been at the pool most of the afternoon, stretched out on the pool bed in a Brazilian cut micro bikini, which essentially was only a pouch and a thin string. He and this pool server had exchanged some interested glances before, and Tyler had seen the young man kissing a man who was older than they were and who’d been at the pool much of the afternoon. They had a quickie kiss in the bushes where they presumably didn’t think anyone had seen them. The man was on a pool bed across the pool, and the attendant, Lopaka, had visited him several times, not always to deliver a drink. Sometimes it was just to banter. The man obviously wanted more than drinks from Lopaka.

“It’s pronounced ‘Lo-pa-ka,’ with an emphasis on the ‘pa,’” the attendant said. “And I know you watched me a bit last evening. You should see the whole show.”

“I hope to see it all tonight,” Tyler said.

“If you want to see ‘it all,’ I would be happy to show it,” Lopaka said, giving Tyler a wink. Both young me gave a low laugh at that.

Lopaka sat down on the edge of the pool bed and placed a hand on Tyler’s inner thigh. Tyler left it there. He had been worn out the night before by Song Rhee in bed, but he had awakened horny for more. Song Rhee was a master cocksman and Tyler couldn’t get over how thick he was, how deep he could get, how frequently he could get it up and stick it in, and how much he could hold Tyler in thrall to his cock. Rhee hadn’t seemed flagged at all. He’d bounced out of bed, showered while his breakfast arrived, eaten, dressed quickly, and left the suite, while Tyler had just lain there and watched him, his legs spread open, more than half hoping the Korean would come onto the bed and do him again.

“You may be wasting your time with me,” Tyler said, with a chuckle. “I think we’re in the same business.”

“I think so too,” Lopaka said, “But I’m not all business. It wouldn’t take much to see all of you, would it?” Lopaka said, scanning Tyler’s nearly nude body. “You are a sexy young man too. I understand that you are in one of the suites, with an important Korean businessman. He is your client—your sex client, is he not?”

“I don’t know how important he is,” Tyler said, “but, yes, we are in the same room . . . and, yes, in the same bed.”

“You keep men like the visiting Korean businessman who brought you here happy and I am here to keep the guests who don’t bring their own entertainment with them happy. Perhaps you might be interested in me keeping you happy for a bit this afternoon—professional courtesy and mutual pleasure, of course—that is if you take cock and don’t just give it.” He had pulled a room card out of a slit pocket in his sarong with one hand. The other hand was cupping Tyler’s cock through the pouch of his micro bikini. Tyler was hardening, but he didn’t brush the hand away.

“You’re making a sweeping assumption, aren’t you?” Tyler asked. He put a hand on top of the one that Lopaka was cupping his balls with.

“I don’t think so,” the Hawaiian responded, taking Tyler’s hand, moving it into the folds of his sarong, and placing it on his own cock. He then put his hand back on Tyler’s basket. “The way you look at me; the way you walk; what you wear, putting yourself on display as you do; being in the room and on the expense account of an older man, what the waiter saw when he delivered breakfast to your room this morning—it all screams ‘Fuck me.’ You can feel what I’m packing. You would be happy to have me fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

“You are assuming that the Korean fucks me—that I don’t top him.”

“And my assumption is right, isn’t it? I am told he is too hung not to be using it.”

“Yes. I’m always happy to have a young stud like you between my legs,” Tyler said, with a laugh, “But who would be paying who?” He didn’t take the proffered room card.

Lopaka shrugged. “As I said, we could write it off as professional courtesy going both directions.” His smile was mesmerizing. “Maybe a training session. I bet I know some positions you haven’t tried before.”

“Not today, I don’t think,” Tyler said, and now he did withdraw his hands from the folds of the sarong and take Lopaka’s hand and move it away. “I’m tired today.”

“Because of what the Korean did to you last night? The room waiter said the sheets on your bed looked like a hurricane had gone through your room, and that you were sprawled on the bed like you’d been in the same hurricane.”

“Yes, because of what the Korean did to me last night. And did to me again and again.” Tyler smiled.

“What has he got that I don’t besides money? Was the waiter lying about how long the Korean is?”

“He’s got a lot of money but he’s also got ten thick inches. You don’t. But yours is nice too. I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think too long,” Lopaka said. Tyler could see that the Hawaiian stud was a bit stung by the length comparison. He stood and walked around the pool to the pool bed of the older man, who was perhaps in his late thirties and looked like a male model. He was slender, achingly handsome, and he had been walking around the pool and moving his body in somewhat of an effeminate manner. Tyler gave a little laugh when he saw Lopaka pass the room card to the other man, who palmed it.

Ten minutes later, the other man rose from his pool bed and walked to a path at the edge of the hotel that wound around to the lawn above the beach. For curiosity sake, Tyler rose from his pool bed when he saw Lopaka take the path too, and followed him.

Others at the pool had been ogling Tyler, and when he came around to the other side of the pool, tailing Lopaka, a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist. Two men, good bodies both, lay on side-by-side pool beds. The one who had grabbed Tyler’s wrist was a white guy, probably in his early fifties, all wavy gray hair on his head, curly salt-and-pepper on his chest and belly, and a smile, but a good body for his age. the other one was a younger black guy, probably in his mid-forties and profoundly muscular, smooth bodied, and rich chocolate brown. The white guy was well tanned and both were wearing pouch bikinis. The black guy’s pouch bulged obscenely. The black guy had his hand on his bulge.

“Whoa, where do you have to be so urgently, blondie? Ray and I here—I’m Doug; we’re here to golf in the PGA tournament—have been watching you. You look lonely. Ray and I think you could use a little companionship.”

“Companionship would cost the two of you $1,000,” Tyler said flippantly, just to be able to move on. “You got a thousand in that pouch of yours?”

“Ah, a rent-boy. I knew it. Ray wasn’t so sure. You’d be amazed at what Ray’s got in that pouch of his.”

“Not rent; more like on contingency,” Tyler said. “Nice meeting you, though. I’ve got to see a man about a man now.” Tyler pulled away and pointed himself in the direction Lopaka had gone.

“Maybe next time Ray and me will have that thousand in our pouches. Bet you’re first rate for that money. You’re a sexy little thing. Been sexing up that pool boy.”

“Fine, show me the money,” Tyler said and started down the path around the side of the building. Funny, he thought, he hadn’t hesitated to say he’d go with them, although he’d named a godawful amount just to change their minds. Not so funny that they recognized immediately what he would do for a man. He’d always seen taking sailors on Guam as something on the side to augment his income. Guess he was in the big time now. He’d have to think about what that meant to him. For now, though, he was curious.

The path led around to a string of ground-floor rooms opening onto patios and the grassy area at the top of the hotel’s share of the beach. Heavy foliage helped block the view from the lawn into the rooms.

Tyler found that he could position himself in the shrubbery so that he could look into the hotel room Lopaka had entered. He wasn’t surprised to see the man from pool lying on his back, naked, on the bed, his legs bent and spread. He had a beautiful, sleek body and an all-over tan. When Tyler looked into the room, he saw Lopaka standing at the foot of the bed, untying the sarong at his waist. When it dropped to the floor, Lopaka was revealed to be naked and in magnificent erection. Whereas the body of the other man was sleek and willowy, Lopaka was muscular. They both were deeply tanned, but Lopaka’s tan came more from his Hawaiian ancestry.

Lopaka went down between the other man’s spread legs, covering him, and Tyler could tell from the expression of the man that the Hawaiian was sucking his cock and eating out his asshole. The man was holding Lopaka’s head in his hands, writhing under Lopaka’s attentions, and running his mouth off saying things that didn’t reach Tyler where he was in the shrubbery. After a good ten minutes of preparing the man, Lopaka rose up, moved over the man’s body between his spread legs, penetrated him, and began to pump him. The man, a pain-pleasure expression on his face and taking deep breaths, moved his body with the thrusts. Now Tyler was able to hear him mouthing off his passion at the fuck he was receiving.

Lopaka fucked the man for nearly twenty minutes. Tyler was able to discern the exact second that each of the men ejaculated. So engrossed had he been in the fuck scene that he didn’t realize that he had been pulling on his own cock through the pouch of his bikini or that he had come in the pouch.

When Song Rhee returned to the suite a bit after 5:00 p.m., Tyler pounced on him, taking them both to the floor, tore at the Korean’s trousers until he had freed the man’s cock, sucked him hard, saddled his hips over the man’s pelvis, skewered himself on the cock, and rode it hard. If the Korean chose to think Tyler was turned on thinking of him, that was OK with Tyler, but he actually was horny from watching the Hawaiian fucking the other man in the garden room. Laughing, Rhee grabbed the young man by the hips and slammed him up and down on his cock to a mutual ejaculation.

“This doesn’t mean that I let you off from the fuck tonight,” Rhee said when they’d both come.

“I hope not,” Tyler said. “But I have a request. I want to watch the native torch ceremony they do down on the beach at 8:00 p.m. again—this time all the way through.”

At 10:00 p.m. that night, Tyler was suspended over the carpet, facing the ceiling. His arms were raised over his head behind him, his hand grasping the edge of the table in the suite’s living room. His body streamed forward to the Korean’s, who was standing in a crouch between the young man’s thighs, his hands holding the blond’s body up by clutching his waist. Tyler’s ankles were locked at the small of Rhee’s back, and the Korean’s hands were pulling the young man’s buttocks back and forth on his cock. This athletic fuck transitioned into the Korean lying on his back on the table with the young blond whore suspended over his body in a crab position, Tyler’s hands and feet flat on the table on either side of the Korean’s body and his pelvis rising and falling on the Korean’s cock.

At midnight, Tyler was sitting at a vanity table brushing out his hair. He was wearing a silk robe. Song Rhee, also in a robe, came over and stood behind Tyler, placing his hands on Tyler’s shoulders.

“I had a difficult deal to make today,” the Korean said. “I had to make a concession.”

Tyler looked up at him through the mirror over the vanity table. He didn’t ask what sort of deal or what concession. He just waited for Rhee to tell him whatever he would—and maybe why he was telling Tyler anything.

“His named is Jack. He’s an Aussie, and he can, I think, be a bit crude.” One of Rhee’s hands came around the side of Tyler and a hotel room card dropped on the vanity table. “I have given you to him for the night.”

Rhee closed his hands around Tyler’s throat, turning the young man’s head in such a way that Tyler realized and, if Rhee made one sharp move, he could snap Tyler’s neck. The inference was clear to Tyler and he voiced no objection to take another man’s cock if Rhee said he would.

The Aussie was big, with crude, ruddy features. He’d probably been a power rugby player in his day. It hadn’t been his day for a good fifteen years, though, and although still muscular and strong, he had excess poundage.

He also applied excess poundage to Tyler, bouncing the young man around in the bed in his less-plush hotel room through the night. Slapping the young man around and riding him hard and constantly.

Thus ended day two of the Aloha week.

* * * *

When the Australian thug left for meetings in the morning, Tyler dragged back to the suite, soaked for an hour in the tub, slept until two, ordered a lunch from room service, and was at the pool, stretched out on his pool bed, wearing his micro pouch bikini at 3:00 p.m.

At 3:15 p.m. Lopaka passed by for a drink order and, when Tyler shook his head, the waiter pulled the hotel room card out of his pocket and gave Tyler a quizzical look. Tyler nodded his assent and Lopaka, with a laugh, dropped the room card on the table next to Tyler’s pool bed.

At 3:30 p.m. the hunky Hawaiian gigolo was sitting on the foot of the bed in the hotel garden room Tyler had seen him perform in the previous day, with Tyler, facing away from him, in his lap, his torso cantilevered over the carpet like a figurehead on a sailing ship, his legs streaming around and in back of Lopaka’s hips, his arms stretched back, his wrists grasped in Lopaka’s hands, and the Hawaiian’s cock mining the depths of the young whore’s channel.

The Hawaiian was barebacking Tyler. Tyler no longer gave a shit about that.

At 4:00 p.m. Tyler was on his belly on the bed. Lopaka also was on his belly, but reversed on Tyler’s body, the Hawaiian’s legs hugging Tyler’s torso and his cock buried, reversed, in Tyler’s passage. The Hawaiian was rocking back and forth, fucking Tyler’s hole.

The Hawaiian had said he wanted to try out exotic positions “with another professional.” Tyler was game.

Tyler had barely managed to get back to the suite when Song Rhee returned for the day. He brought the Aussie, Jack, with him. Rhee sat across the suite’s bedroom and watched as the Aussie stretched his body beside Tyler’s, Tyler on his back, with his right leg raised painfully straight up his body, his ankle trapped behind the Aussie’s neck, while, with a greased hand, the Aussie stuffed the hand up to the knuckles in Tyler’s ass and hand fucked him, while Tyler huffed and puffed and did a little silent howling. Growing tired of threatening to put the whole fist inside Tyler but not quite carrying through, the Aussie rolled over on top of Tyler, thrust his cock up into Tyler’s now-gaping hole, and fucked him hard, cruelly, and at great length while he wrapped his fists around Tyler’s throat and controlled the young man’s ability to get breath.

It must have been quite a concession the Korean was granting this man, Tyler thought.

After dinner, Song Rhee went off clubbing in downtown Honolulu with the men he was holding business negotiations with. They didn’t take Tyler with them, and Tyler went to bed early.

He woke at 3:00 a.m. to the sensation of being in a rocking boat. Rhee was fucking a young transvestite on the bed next to him. Tyler could tell the transvestite was impressed with the length and thickness of the Korean’s cock. His painted face was turned toward Tyler’s and Tyler could tell the Korean had his full attention from the gasp that escaped the transvestite when Rhee was taking the long slide deep inside him, the look of pain-pleasure-passion when the cock bottomed, and then the hissing sigh as the cock was pulled back.

Tyler dozed off. At 4:15 a.m. he was awakened by feeling Song Rhee climb on top of him, turning him on his belly, coaxing him up a bit on his knees, mounting his ass, and driving his cock inside. Then it was Tyler who was gasping at the sinking of the cock and sighing at its withdrawal. The transvestite lay there beside them, moaning.

At 5:00 a.m., the Korean transferred his attention to the transvestite again.

Thus ended day three of the Aloha week.

* * * *

Tyler woke up at 10:00 a.m. He was alone in the bed. The transvestite was gone. The sheets were so messed up, the bedspread half on the floor, that the bed looked like a battle zone. He almost laughed, remembering what Lopaka had said the waiter who delivered breakfast the previous day had said about that. Tyler wasn’t sure but he thought maybe he’d been sucked and fucked by the transvestite sometime in the night as well as by Song Rhee. He had bits of pancake makeup on his face, neck, and his inner thighs.

Rhee was moving around the suite’s bedroom, packing a small bag.

“Going someplace?” Tyler asked in a groggy voice.

“Something’s happened. We suspect surveillance,” Rhee answered cryptically. “We’ve rented a charter boat. Going out to international waters. Overnight. I’ll be back tomorrow evening. Find something to occupy yourself with.”

“I can’t go with you?” Tyler asked.

“No. Some of the people I’m talking to are antsy about who knows what. No outsiders.”

OK, Tyler thought. It sounds like I don’t want to know what that’s about. And I did my duty and asked. He was still on the clock, whether Rhee was here or not. It would just be paid vacation time for Tyler. Luckily, Rhee didn’t specify what he couldn’t do in terms of finding something to occupy him. He turned over in the bed and snoozed.

At 11:00 he ordered brunch brought to the room. He remembered to straighten up the bed before the waiter arrived. At noon he was out at the pool, stretched out on a pool bed, somewhat disappointed because his drink wasn’t served by Lopaka.

“Lopaka?” the older guy who served his drink said. “This is his day off.”

Tyler settled down in a pout, picking up a porn book he’d ordered from Amazon, Tramp Steamer, about a guy being fucked all over the South Pacific. Tyler was enjoying the book—his kind of guy. Some couldn’t understand how you could lie on your back and open your legs to a variety of cocks, one after the other, but, like this guy in the book, Tyler never felt more alive than when there was a stud—or a guy with money—humping him and the next guy standing behind, waiting his turn. That’s probably, Tyler thought, why he was drifting further into prostitution.

He sensed someone was there by the shadow that passed over the book he was reading. It was two someones, though, in their pouch bikinis, as was Tyler. Doug, the older white guy, sat down on the pool bed to Tyler’s right. He had a wad of money in his left hand. His right hand came down on the inner thigh of Tyler’s right leg.

“Five hundred each?” Tyler asked.

“Five hundred each,” Doug said and smiled. Ray, the black bull, sat down on the pool bed to Tyler’s left. He placed a hand on the inner thigh of Tyler’s left leg. “How easy are you willing to be?”

“I can be very easy for a thousand for two,” Tyler said.

“This easy?” Doug said, moving his hand up Tyler’s thigh and touching his cockhead through the material of the pouch with his thumb.

“Oh, I can be a lot easier than that.” He pulled the pouch of his bikini down and hooked it under his balls, letting the man press his thumb into his piss slit. He pulled Doug’s face down to his and they kissed. Tyler opened his lips to Doug’s tongue.

“OK with taking us both?” Doug asked, after coming out of the kiss. He was playing with Tyler’s balls with his hand and Tyler was letting him. “It’s a lot of money. It’s for us both.”

“Sure, one after the other. No problem. But that’s not what you mean, is it?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. Together. At the same time. You OK with it? You can handle it?”

Tyler paused for a moment. Ray was probably a monster. Doug probably not. While he contemplated, both of the men were nudging his legs open and raising and bending them. Doug was rolling his balls in his hand. Tyler began to pant. It wasn’t just the money. He liked to be fucked. And $500 each. He figured that Rhee was paying him nearly $750 just to be here today. And Rhee wasn’t even here today. $1,750 a day and just these two guys, even if together. He was really moving up into the money. He didn’t do anything about Doug grasping and rolling his balls—other than moaning for him, so Ray had his hand on his dick and was slow stroking it.

“Or $300 for us one at a time, if you won’t do a double. But more than once each,” Doug said.

Tyler had done doubles before, once or twice, with sailors. It had hurt but he’d managed them. And they hadn’t paid him any $500 each to do it, either. “I think we can do the DP for a thousand,” he said, “but you think you’re going to do me right here, now, at the pool, with others around the pool?”

“Naw,” Doug said, with a smile. “I’m pretty anxious. I want to do you here, in the bushes maybe, for starters. Then we’ll move it upstairs. Your room or one of ours?”

“You’re not in the same room?”

“Of course not,” Doug said, with a grin. “What do you think we are? A couple of homos?”

All three of them laughed.

“Mine,” Tyler said. That way he could maintain some semblance of control over this. “But here? Now?”

“Sure,” Doug said, looking around. He smiled, showed that he had a couple of condom packets in the hand along with the wad of money, and tossed one of them to Ray, who grabbed it out of the air with the hand he wasn’t stroking Tyler’s cock with.

Doug put Tyler on all fours in the bushes not ten feet from his pool bed. He spent a few minutes, but not much time, with his face buried in Tyler’s crack and a hand under Tyler’s belly, pulling on the young man’s cock. Ray went down on his haunches next to them and watched. In no time, though, Doug was hunched over Tyler, high on the young man’s buttocks, grasping Tyler’s hips, and fucking him in long slides. Tyler took over pulling on his own cock, but Ray reached under there, brushing Tyler’s hand away, taking over the stroking, and milked Tyler to a finish while Doug kept on humping him.

When Doug was done and had pulled out, Ray assumed the position, Tyler looking around to see the brown hands slide up his ribs and hold there. Tyler fought hard not to cry out. The black bull was bigger than the older white man was in every way. And he was stronger, more forceful, more vigorous. Tyler gritted his teeth and writhed a bit under the black man’s controlling embrace, as Ray took him hard and deep.

“Lookee here, Doug,” Ray called out. “A hole in one.”

“The surprise is that the hole could take that driver you got,” Doug answered, and laughed. “It’s a sweet hole, and tight.”

“It ain’t tight anymore,” Ray said.

And that was the truth.

Upstairs, on the bed in the suite, Doug lay on his back, legs descending to the floor at the foot of the bed, and Tyler kneeling and sitting on his cock, facing him. Hands grasping the older man’s torso just above the waistline, Tyler was doing a cowboy, rising and falling on the white man’s cock, when Ray saddled in behind him, pushed Tyler’s chest forward, onto the salt-and-pepper matting of Doug’s heaving chest, worked his shaft inside Tyler’s ass as Tyler mouthed off about how impossibly big he was, and started to pump.

Ray was pounding him hard when the black bull came up on the edge of the bed on his knees, trapping Tyler’s knees between his and Doug’s thighs, grabbed Tyler’s wrists, cantilevered their bodies back over the carpet from Doug’s chest, and set his buttocks in motion, pounding, pounding, and pounding Tyler’s ass, rocking them both back and forth on Doug’s buried cock. It wasn’t long before orgasms were had all around.

The men got thirds, each of them riding Tyler’s ass with him on his belly on the bed. He was exhausted and drifting off to sleep when they left. When he woke and stirred, he felt the bills on his back. They had scattered the $1,00 in twenty- and fifty-dollar bills on his bare back in the bed. He moaned. He’d earned that $1,000.

The next thing he knew he heard, “What the hell is this? Is this how the Korean pays you?”

Lopaka, in shorts, a loose Hawaiian shirt—which only Hawaiians could wear well without deserving a snicker—and sandals, was standing by the bed.

“Maybe,” Tyler said, adding, “What’s it to you? I hope you’re not here to fuck me right at this moment.”

Lopaka’s hand went to Tyler’s crack. “Holy shit, you’re open enough that a Mac truck could have been up there. You told me the Korean was monster hung, but—”

“He is,” Tyler said, cutting him off because he didn’t want to admit to taking money from two men for a shared fuck while another man was giving him money to fuck him. He might be that much of a slut, but he didn’t want to broadcast it. “How did you get in here, and isn’t this your day off?”

“I can get a master key when I want it, and I heard that your Korean has gone out on the ocean overnight. I thought you’d enjoy the company. I thought you’d like to see the island for the day and not be cooped up here while the sun was shining. You want to play tourist for a few hours?”

“Does playing tourist involve your dick?”

“It could if you play your cards right,” Lopaka said, with a laugh. “But I thought you might like to see how Hawaiians really live.”

“Oh, hell, why not? I’ve already felt how Hawaiians really fuck,” Tyler said, rolling out from underneath his early afternoon winnings and putting his feet on the floor. “You want to fuck me first?”

Lopaka laughed. “Of course, but I won’t. All in good time. I want you to shower and find something to wear that won’t have the locals falling on you to rape you, and then I want to walk you up a volcano.”

Tyler padded off to the bathroom, while Lopaka gathered up his doubles money in a nice neat stack for him.

Lopaka took Tyler touring on Oahu from under the sea—the Atlantis Submarine tour off Waikiki—to Pearl Harbor at the western end of the beach to the top of a dormant volcano, Diamond Head, at the eastern end. Then he drove him in his Jeep up to the top of the Koola Mountain Range for a view down into Honolulu. It was late afternoon by the time they got up there, and Lopaka hadn’t laid a hand on the young man. It probably was the longest Tyler had gone unfucked since he’d landed on Oahu. They laughed and chatted and stopped and ate here and there, though. It was an exhausting, but fun-filled, day. Still, each time Lopaka touched Tyler, it sent a charge of electricity through the young man and brought up visions of the exotic positions in which the Hawaiian had taken him. Each time he wanted to whimper, “Fuck me. Take me someplace exotic and fuck me.” It wasn’t lost on him that he was sinking into the need for the cock.

When they left the Koola Mountains, they started descending to the east rather than to the south.

“This isn’t the way we came up into the mountains,” Tyler said.

“No, it isn’t. You don’t have to be back at the hotel tonight. I don’t want you sleeping in the Korean’s bed tonight, even if he’s not there. I want you to sleep in my bed. And I want you to experience how Hawaiians really live. I want you to meet my family. They’re your kind of people. I have to be at work tomorrow morning; I’ll have you back in the hotel before your Korean can return.”

“But how will they—your family—?” Tyler was wondering what being his “kind of the family” meant.

“They know I go with men. They will treat you like family. Always.” Tyler looked over sharply at the young Hawaiian when he said the “always.” Tyler didn’t ask about that. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Lopaka meant by that. It started him thinking about possibilities that had never occurred to him before, however.

They drove down from the mountains into Kanelohe Bay and then north, along the shore of the bay, to near the end, just beyond a town named Walkane. Lopaka’s family lived in a compound of simple houses in the foliage above the beach. Lopaka had a small house all his own. Tyler was inundated with family when they arrived. He concentrated on the men, Lopaka’s brothers and uncles, his father having passed, mainly because they were all such hunks. They were all wearing just colorful sarongs around their waists. It was getting dark when Lopaka and Tyler arrived, and the men of the family were roasting a pig down on the beach to have a luau.

“My brother Kai and his boyfriend Akamai; my brothers Tua and Kahili; my uncles Henale and Haulani and Moana.” The introductions went on like that, overwhelming Tyler. He hadn’t gotten much beyond the surprise of a brother with an openly declared boyfriend. No one seemed to mind. There was a mother and a few sisters and aunts too, and a grandmother, but Tyler didn’t really zone in on anyone but the hunky men. The women did seem to fade into the background. This was a manly sort of family. Tyler wondered if that’s what Lopaka had meant by this being Tyler’s kind of family.

There was a luau by a bonfire on the beach after dark and Hawaiian music and dancing and torch juggling. Performing for the tourists seemed to be a family business, and they were all graceful—and sexy at it. Tyler sat, between Lopaka’s legs, his back into Lopaka’s chest, both of them wearing just sarongs as they watched the dancing—whenever Lopaka wasn’t up there dancing as well. They were drinking some sort of potent home brew too.

“Some of your brothers and uncles look familiar,” Tyler said. He had to repeat that, though, because he was slurring his words a bit from the drink.

“They should,” Lopaka said. “Some of them work at the Royal Hawaiian Waikiki, just like I do. And they, like I, often perform in the hotel’s evening torch dance.”

They were near the fringe of the light from the bonfire, and Lopaka was holding Tyler close into his body. Slowly couples were pairing off and receding into the foliage to fuck. One brother, Tua, was fucking one of the young women, one uncle, Kahili, one of the hunkiest men there, was fucking one of the young men who had been turning the pig on the spit when Lopaka and Tyler had arrived. Akamai was riding the cock of Lopaka’s brother, Kai. The uncle Henale had a woman under him. Another uncle, Moana, was fucking a young man Tyler hadn’t been introduced to. A man, who had been given some deference when he came strolling down the beach and invited to the luau on the fly was fucking Lopaka’s mother. When one brother or uncle was finished when a young man or women, they passed them on to the next. It was a regular Hawaiian orgy. All of them had beautiful bodies.

Ah so, Tyler thought. This was what Lopaka meant when he said this was Tyler’s sort of family.

Tyler could feel the hardening of Lopaka’s cock at the small of his back. He turned his face to the Hawaiian and they kissed deeply. Lopaka was running his hands over Tyler’s chest and the young man was moaning as Lopaka buried his face in the hollow of Tyler’s throat; reached down and unknotted the young man’s sarong, brushing the two sides open; fisted Tyler’s cock; and, as Tyler writhed in his grip, beat the young man’s shaft to an ejaculation to the rhythm of the drum someone was beating on the beach. Lopaka reclined onto his back in the sand, taking Tyler with him; skewered the young man’s passage on his cock; grasped, raised, and spread Tyler’s legs; and raised and lowered Tyler on his cock to his own ejaculation.

At last, raced through Tyler’s mind. He’d been aching for a fuck. “Yes! Fuck me!” he cried out, and in the surrounding foliage, the words echoed around the other copulating couples. “Fuck me hard!” “Fuck me harder!” “Fuck me hardest!”

“I’m going to take you into my hut now,” Lopaka whispered in Tyler’s ear, and Tyler muttered something incomprehensible in return. Lopaka rose, picked Tyler up in his arms, and carried the young man across the threshold of his hut and to his bed. He fucked Tyler again, sitting on the foot of his bed, with Tyler in his lap, on his cock, and facing him.

“Arch back and grab my ankles,” Lopaka commanded, and Tyler did so. The hunky Hawaiian pulled the young man on and off his cock to a mutual ejaculation. After a short rest, he took Tyler in a side-split on the bed. A lot of cuddling, kissing, and fondling transpired after this fuck. Lopaka was growing more and more affectionate with Tyler. Tyler wasn’t used to getting this kind of attention from a man and he thought it was cute—and maybe a bit disconcerting as well. They both dozed then, after Tyler whispered in Lopaka’s ear, “Do you know what I want?”

“I always know what you want. You want the cock.”

“Yes, but you know what else I want?” But he didn’t tell Lopaka what that was. Instead, he drifted off to sleep in Lopaka’s arms and dreamt about what he really wanted.

* * * *

Tyler was back down on the beach, in the dark, the area around him lit eerily by torches. Lopaka was under him, his cock buried up Tyler’s channel. Tyler was lying on top of him and Lopaka held his legs spread and raised. One after the other, first the brothers Tua, Henale, and Kai, in ascending cock order, and then the uncles, Moana, Haulani, and Kahili, even greater bulls, knelt between Tyler’s legs, penetrated him above Lopaka’s buried cock, and pumped him full of cum. They were exhausting him. Cum was running out of his hole. He was moaning deeply.

Then without transition, he was sitting, sideways, in one of the hammocks that were dotted around the family compound. But he was bound, his arms stretched wide, restraints on his wrists leading to the two trees the hammock was attached to. His legs similarly were raised and spread, tied off at the ankles to two other trees. Lopaka was behind him, embracing him. Lopaka’s cock was pressing into the small of Tyler’s back. A succession of men: Kai, Tua, Moana, Henale, Haulani, Kahili, even the older man who had come down the beach and covered Lopaka’s mother, were moving in between his legs, penetrating him, fucking him. When they’d been through the rotation, it started all over again. Tyler was writhing for them, but crying out in passion. They all were impossibly hung. They all had cocks that slithered in his passage like snakes. He shot off again and again and again.

* * * *

He woke to geysering an arc of cum up into Lopaka’s stomach. His arms were stretched over his head, restraints on his wrists leading to the corner posts at the head of the bed. His legs were raised and spread, the ankles restrained by leads going to hooks in the ceiling. The Hawaiian stud was crouched between his legs, pulling him on and off his cock with strong hands on his hips. It was nearly dawn outside. They would have to leave soon to make it to the hotel before Lopaka’s shift started.

“You bound me and then fucked me,” Tyler said accusingly.

“Repeatedly. I fucked you repeatedly,” Lopaka answered in a calm voice.

“Why am I bound?”

“You asked for it. Don’t you remember? Were you that drunk last night? You saw the hooks in the ceiling and the restraints and the corner posts and you said you wanted to be bound and ravished. I gave you what you said you wanted. You also said you wanted to invite my brothers and uncles in to fuck you too, but I’m not that much into sharing. I want you all to myself.”

“Do you often bring young men home to share with your family?”

“Well, not often. Yes, we all do occasionally. But I made clear to my brothers and uncles that you are special. You are mine. Akamai was one of those who Kahili brought back and we trussed him up right where you are and we fucked the stuffing out of him—every man here who wanted to fuck him did so. He was willing; he’d come here as a rent-boy. Kai liked him so much he kept him.”

“You mean the heaviest hung of all of you, your uncle Kahili, could come in here with me bound like this and fuck me silly if I was willing?”

“Well, no, I’ve already told them that you’re off limits . . . that you’re just for me.”

“Oh. You know that really makes me feel horny. You know what I’d like—”

“Time for us to get rolling to work,” Lopaka said, starting to free Tyler. “Everyone else has already left for work. Time for us to get on the road too.”

“Oh, um. OK.”

Day four of Aloha week had ended and they were moving into day five.

* * * *

Lopaka let Tyler off a block from the entrance to the Royal Hawaiian so that they wouldn’t be linked by the hotel reception desk. Tyler was stopped at the desk and handed a note, which told him he had an appointment at the health spa for a treatment and a massage at 3:00 p.m. that day.

“It must be some mistake,” Tyler said. “I haven’t made a spa appointment.”

“It was made by Mr. Rhee,” the man at the desk said. “And charged to his room. Is that not your room too?”

The clerk was looking down his nose at Tyler, a knowing expression on his face. He knew that Rhee was keeping Tyler in his suite for sex. It was a big, popular, five-star hotel. They were accustomed to accommodating the Song Rhees of the world. He wouldn’t stand in judgment—although, of course, his very demeanor screamed that he was.

“OK,” Tyler said, “But what’s the treatment it mentions?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m sure,” the clerk said.

“OK, thanks,” Tyler said, giving the clerk a smile. The clerk was gay, so the smile from someone like Tyler was an ice melter and he changed on the spot, giving Tyler a comradely smile in return.

“I’m sure you will enjoy it, though,” he confided.

As Tyler walked away, one of the other clerks leaned in and said, “Really nice tail on that one.”

“Not my style,” the first clerk said.

“That’s because you’re a bottom too. I wouldn’t mind getting my cock in that. I understand that Lopaka has had him.”

“I’ll bet anyone with the price can have him,” the first clerk said, and then, with a sniff, he turned to deal with another hotel guest.

On his way up to the suite, Tyler thought about—and worried about—Lopaka. He was a great top but it was getting too intense with him. And Tyler was disappointed that he hadn’t taken the hint about a gang bang with Lopaka’s brothers and uncles. They all were hunks. Of course, he realized what he should be worried about was how jaded and needy for cock he was becoming. As long as most of them paid big bucks for it, though . . .

He was at the suite, and he was exhausted. After a day of being horny and not getting it, Lopaka had given it to him again and again during the night. He was tired. He entered the suite, stripped down, took a shower, and hit the bed.

At 10:30, he heard the door of the suite open. He called out “Lopaka?” but luckily his throat had caught and the sound that had come out wasn’t audible beyond the bed.

Because . . . it wasn’t Lopaka, using a pass key, it was Song Rhee returning to the suite. And he was returning after a day and a half of not enjoying the charms of the little whore he was paying $750 a day for. He remedied that immediately, stripping down, climbing into the bed, and manhandling Tyler into a position where the young man was on his knees, on top of Rhee’s prone body, the Korean holding and squeezing the young man’s buttocks and eating out his ass, while Tyler leaned forward and did what he could to deep throat Rhee’s cock.

The Korean moved Tyler into the position of hanging on to the top of the headboard to hold steady, and crouched over his tail working his cock into Tyler’s passage. In deep—which in the Korean’s case was ten thick inches of deep, and holding, while Tyler, his head arched back, his face set in the expression of a silent scream, fought hard to open enough to the buried cock for it to pump him. the Korean grasped Tyler’s butt cheeks and spread them to pull his hole open as much as possible to take the thick cock. Out nearly all the way, to Tyler’s sigh. In again, with Tyler gasping. And then innnn, out; innnn, out; INNNNOUT, and the Korean was pumping him fast and deep, Tyler’s passage wall muscles rippling over the plunging shaft.

Tyler held, panting hard and grimacing at the depth the man was getting and the vigor with which he was pounding. He gave a long sigh when Rhee tensed and jerked several times in unleashing his spunk inside Tyler’s passage. Tyler couldn’t help himself. He’d been obsessed with the thought of Lopaka’s super hung uncle, Kahili, fucking him since he’d know that was a possibility, and he surfaced his dream from the previous night while Rhee was finishing him off and thought of a Lopaka family gang bang with him as a trussed-up main dish.

The Korean bounded off the bed and went to the bathroom, for a piss, he said, when he was done. He remarked, though, that he wasn’t finished getting his rocks off with Tyler and would be back—that they didn’t have much time before they had to be at lunch.

Tyler went over to a window that overlooked the pool. They weren’t on a floor too high for him not to be able to pick out Lopaka down there, in his sarong, delivering drinks to the hotel guests. Doug and Ray were down there too on their regular pool beds. A young man was sitting on the bed Doug was reclining on, talking with them. He was going to have a very sore ass in the near future, Tyler thought, and laughed a low laugh.

“What’s funny?” Song Rhee asked, coming up behind Tyler and embracing him from behind. Tyler was surprised to be able to feel that Rhee was wearing the leather chest harness he’d worn on the first day here. And the leather wrist bands. He felt the swish of the whip cords on his leg.

“I want to be hard again fast,” the Korean said. “Jut your ass back at me.” The man’s free hand palmed Tyler’s lower belly, and Tyler jutted his buttocks back as commanded, emitting a little whimper, knowing where this was going. He raised his arms in front of him and placed his palms against the cool window. He pressed his cheek on the window as well and whimpered again at the sting of the first lash, not with a great deal of power behind it, but a sting none the less.

It only took four more lashes on his buttocks, with him sucking in breath, gasping, and whimpering at each sting of the whip, until Rhee was hard enough again to drop the whip, position his cockhead with his free hand, penetrate Tyler’s ass a couple of inches and hold to move into his stance, and then pull back on the young man’s belly while he thrust up inside Tyler’s ass with his ten inches. In, out; innn, out; INNNOUT; and he was in business again.

Tyler wasn’t needed for anything now but to stand in that position and take the cock. He looked down into the pool area. Lopaka was following some patron of the pool toward the path that went to the garden room he used to fuck the guests. Tyler could see down into the bushes behind the lines of pool beds. Doug and Ray weren’t on their beds; they were in the bushes behind their beds. The young guy they’d been talking to was there too, on all fours. Doug, crouched over him, was riding his ass. Ray was on his haunches nearby, his hand reaching under the young guy’s pelvis, no doubt milking his cock while Doug was doggie fucking the young man.

Life and sex went on.

“Get a fast shower and dress in something sexy but not too revealing for the dining room,” Song Rhee said as he pulled out of Tyler’s ass and slapped him on the butt. “We’re dining with one of the men I’m dealing with—the last hurdle.”

“A business lunch and you want me there?”

“I have to make another concession, a final one, I hope. If the man likes you, he’ll be fucking you tonight. And if you pass with him at lunch, you’ll have an appointment at the health spa at 3:00.”

“And if he doesn’t want me?” Tyler asked.

“Then you won’t have to be body shaved at the spa. It’s OK, you can keep the hair on your head. You can wear a skull cap.”

Hey what? Body shaved?

* * * *

Tyler got the drift of what was happening and why over lunch in the hotel dining room. The man they met at the table was tall and big. He was a German named Gerhard, in his late forties or early fifties, and built like a bodybuilder. Notably, he was bald as a billiard ball. He wasn’t just bald on his head. He had no eyebrows, no facial hair, no fuzz on his arms, no hair anywhere that Tyler could see. No hair on the tops of his feet, as Tyler was to find out as lunch was served. More notably, he was wearing gloves. They were ultrathin surgical gloves and weren’t noticeable until you were close to him, but Tyler noticed them.

The luncheon talk was just chitchat, but it was obvious that Gerhard was testing Tyler out. They were in a booth, Gerhard across from Song Rhee and Tyler, Tyler against the wall. Gerhard was talking mostly to Rhee, but, under the table he was giving most of his attention to Tyler. He first lifted the young man’s foot to his crotch, slipping off Tyler’s sandal. Tyler wasn’t wearing socks. The German had his fly open and his dick out and he ran the dick up the soles of Tyler’s feet and between his toes. Tyler then took his turn holding the German bare foot into his exposed cock. The German ground his foot into Tyler’s groin, and Tyler did what he could to smile at the man across the table.

At the end of the lunch, German pronounced to Rhee that he was pleased with the arrangement and he handed an extra pass key to his hotel room to Tyler, giving the young man a wink of his eyebrowless eye.

“You may keep your head hair,” he said. “I rather like the feminine effect of it. No other trace of hair on your body, though,” he said and then he was gone.

“You heard him,” Rhee said. “If he signs on, we will be finished here. I’ll add $1,000 to your fee if you please him and he signs. Your spa appointment is in half an hour. Regretfully I don’t have time to use you before then. I’m feeling victorious. I could do so much to you at this moment. I think I’ll make a phone call.”

Tyler shuddered as the Korean slid out of the booth and walked away. Some poor young man was going to get worked over good.

* * * *

Tyler was disconcerted off the top when he went to the health spa at 3:00 to find that the person leading him back to a room with a shallow tub and a massage table in it was no other than Lopaka’s Uncle Kahili. He probably shouldn’t have been all that surprised, as Lopaka had said some of his brothers and uncles were in the hotel business, including working at the Royal Hawaiian.

Either Lopaka had failed to tell Kahili that Tyler was hands off or the uncle ignored the warning, because he was feeling Tyler’s ass up as they walked back to the spa room.

He leaned his head into Tyler’s head and whispered, “Lopaka’s brought a lot of nice lays home to us but you by far were the best. He fucked you good and you took it great. He usually shares. I don’t know why he didn’t last night. You had me all hot and bothered. Still do.”

“I kept thinking of you too and what your family does for fun with guys you bring home. I was sorry it didn’t get into a gang bang too.”

“You’d do it with us?”

“In an instant.”

As they approached the room, Kahili ran his hand inside the back of Tyler’s shorts and had the pad of his index finger pressed to Tyler’s hole. “Do you mind?” he whispered into Tyler’s ear.

“Do it,” Tyler answered in a breathy voice.

Kahili propelled them into the room and pressed Tyler up against the wall by the door. He locked the door from the inside and then he was back at Tyler, holding the young man’s cheek against the wall with one beefy hand and fingering the young man’s rim with the other. Tyler yelped when Kahili’s finger penetrated him.

“You OK with this?” Kahili asked.

“Do it,” Tyler said and his eyes began to water and he gasped, as the Hawaiian stud entered him with another finger and finger fucked him.

“We’ve got plenty of time. I wish I could . . .”

“Do it. Do it now,” Tyler hissed through chattering teeth.

Kahili fucked him in a plastic chair. Tyler was slouched in the chair, legs hung over the arms, and was pulling on his cock, while Kahili crouched over him, squeezing and separating the young man’s butt cheeks, and ramming hard up into him with a championship cock. That was one talented cock too. It filled Tyler and coaxed Tyler’s walls to undulate over it as it found every cranny and crevice in the anal passage and caressed, pounded, and conquered it.

“Good,” he said, pushing himself off the young man when he’d released his cum in a condom. “I wanted to do that last night. You get Lopaka to bring you home tonight we’ll all get together and bang you better than you’ve ever had before.”

“I wanted you to do it last night too,” Tyler answered. And, in his dreams the men of Lopaka’s family had done it to him. He wondered how he could get away from Song Rhee to go back to the Hawaiian village that night—and how Lopaka could be convinced to share with his family.

“Now, hop up on this water table,” Kahili said. “I don’t know why you’d want this beautiful blond-haired body to be totally hairless, but if that’s what’s wanted . . .”

Tyler lay there, quickly hard again because the man shaving him down was hard again too and in the nude and had just fucked him to heaven, while Kahili lathered him up and shaved him down. The shave was much more intimate because they had been intimate. Tyler moaned throughout. Kahili milked Tyler every fifteen minutes, as soon as he was able to go hard again. While he was shaving down from Tyler’s belly into his pubes, he was leaning over Tyler from the head of the water table. Tyler’s head was arched over the head of the table and he sucking the Hawaiian stud off. Kahili lowered his head over Tyler’s body and gave the young man head. When Kahili was shaving around Tyler’s anal opening, he lathered up his middle finger and penetrated Tyler’s ass, giving him a finger fuck while stroking off the young man’s cock with the other hand.

No one got the A-1 sensual body shave that Tyler got from Lopaka’s uncle. Tyler almost considered having to have one worthwhile.

When he was hairless except for what was on his head, Kahili dried him off with a towel, transferred him to the massage table and gave him a sensual massage that included Tyler sucking Kahili’s cock with his head turned to the side while Kahili jacked Tyler’s cock off.

“Do you want anything else?” the Hawaiian brute asked when Tyler had come.

“You know what I want, don’t you?” Tyler said. “Didn’t I see that this table had wrist and ankle restraints?”

He had, indeed, seen that. Tyler’s wrists were tied down on either side of the massage table and his feet were restrained in stirrups on the side of the table that made him raise his tail high off the table. Kahili climbed up on the table, mounted Tyler ass, and fucked him into the next hour. finished, he leaned over and whispered in Tyler’s ear, “Have Lopaka bring you out to the beach again so the brothers and uncles can fuck you good.”

“That would be lovely,” Tyler whispered.

At 5:00 p.m. Tyler was out at the pool, taking in the rays, and sighing from memories of Kahili’s glorious cock.

Lopaka came out with a drink on a tray for Tyler than he hadn’t ordered but took anyway.

“I heard you were at the spa today getting shaved down. Why a shave down?”

“Song Rhee wanted it. He had someone I’m supposed to sleep with who wants it that way. I think he’s a hygiene nut.”

“Do you do everything Song Rhee wants?”

“When he’s paying the bill, yes.”

“My uncle, Kahili, works at the spa. Is he the one who shaved you?”

“Yes, now that you mention it. I think it was one of your uncles.”

“Did he get funny with you?”

“No, of course not.” There was nothing funny about it. It was all business. Glorious business.

“I don’t want you to leave Hawaii. I want you to stay. If we meet at this time tomorrow, about when I get off work, will you go home with me—leave the Korean and leave what he demands of you? Just being you and me?”

“If I go home with you, will your brothers and uncles gang bang me the way you said they did with Akamai?”

“No, of course not. It would be just you and me. I promise.”

Tyler maintained a smile on his face, even though it wasn’t the answer he was fishing for.

“We’ll see what tomorrow brings,” he said.

“Think about it. Think of what we can have together here. Think of me coming home to you every night and it just being the two of us.”

After Lopaka left, to go off shift for the night, Tyler thought about the proposal.

* * * *

8:00 p.m.

Tyler was hanging over the side of the Jacuzzi in the German’s hotel room, his knuckles dragging the wet marble floor, his heard lifted, eyes focused through the bathroom door to the hotel room beyond, his mouth set in a silent scream, as Gerhard, wearing surgical gloves, reamed his ass with four fingers up to the knuckles. Tyler had had to wear a skull cap after all. They both were wearing condoms too, and when Tyler sucked off the German, admonished not to touch the German anywhere but with his mouth on the cock, he had to do it through the film of a condom. Tyler was wearing a condom when the German jacked him too.

Tyler heard the sloshing of the water in the tub and sighed as the hand was withdrawn, but then the German was crouched over him, reaching around him with both hands—not touching him with them—to grip the edge of the Jacuzzi, as the German penetrated Tyler’s ass and started to pump him. Tyler lowered his head, grimaced, and took the cocking.

They had started in the tub, facing each other, playing with each other’s genitals with their feet. It was the closest they were to come to touchy feely, flesh on flesh.

Later a plastic sheet had been placed on the carpet in the bedroom. A footstool was on top of that, covered by a white sheet. Tyler was bent over the footstool, his groin pressed right at the top of the footstool and his torso hanging over the front, held in suspension by his arms stiff armed to the carpet. His legs were bent and pressing the footstool on both sides, his toes pressed into the carpet.

Crouched over him, not touching Tyler any more than inside his passage, with the cock, The German was rocking back and forth, pumping his way to another ejaculation.

At the door, still not touching Tyler anywhere, the German said the young man had done very well.

“I am pleased.”

At 10:00 p.m. in Song Rhee’s suite, the Korean was manhandling Tyler on the bed. The skull cap was off, and Rhee was touching Tyler everywhere. He was giving Tyler a pounding missionary, crouched between the young man’s spread and bent legs, holding Tyler’s torso arched back with an arm embracing the small of his back. Tyler’s head was arched back too, his long, blond hair—the only hair on his body for now—was cascading down to the surface of the bed, jerking and shimmering to the rhythm of the long, fast slide inside him. Rhee fucked the shit out of the rent-boy.

At 11:00 p.m. Tyler lay in the bed on his back, panting and watching Rhee dress.

“I’m going out for a while. That was good. Fucked you good.”

At 3:00 a.m. Tyler was awakened by the swaying bed. Rhee was fucking the young guy Tyler had seen Doug and Ray fuck in the bushes at the pool earlier that day. The young guy’s face was turned to Tyler giving him mixed expressions of fright, horror, and passion. He no doubt had never had a cock as big and long as the Korean’s inside him before.

At 4:00 a.m. the young man was lying on his back, moaning, beside Tyler. Tyler’s chest was on the bed and his tail was in the air. Rhee was mounted on his ass, fucking him in long, deep strokes.

Tyler was aware that most young men would shrivel up when faced with the life of a high-priced rent-boy. But he wasn’t most young men. And he loved the variety and frequency of the cocking. He’d liked the wildness of the Hawaiian middle-aged stud, he melted to the commanding dominance and huge cock of the Korean master. He even found interest in the antiseptic taking of the German fanatic. It was worthy of thought. He moved his head over to the young man’s face, he was lying beside him and looking like he was lost in a crowd. They kissed, and he could feel the young man tremble. He also could . . .

At 4:30 a.m. Tyler was on top of the young man Rhee had brought back, kneeling between his thighs, embracing him close, and fucking him deep. Tyler had a very nice cock himself. The two beautiful young men were rocking against each other. The young man’s torso was arched back, his eyes focused on the headboard, and he was moaning deeply. The Korean was stretched out beside them, watching them. He was stroking himself with one hand and squeezing and guiding one of Tyler’s butt cheeks in the rhythm of the fuck. Rhee changed his position, rising up, mounting himself over Tyler’s ass, penetrating him, and taking over the rhythm of the fucking of both cocks with his thrusts.

So much for day five of the Aloha week.

* * * *

“Out of bed and pack. Our plane leaves in three hours.”

“Our plane leaves today?” Tyler asked, coming out of a sensual doze, sitting up in the bed, and stretching. The young man from the previous night who, at some point Tyler learned was named Ted, had his head in Tyler’s lap, giving him a blow job. Tyler gently pushed him away, and Ted reclined on the bed, played with his own cock, and both young men watched Song Rhee strut around the room, naked, his meat swinging free impressively, and throwing stuff in a suitcase.

“We have another day here, don’t we?”

“Gerhard caved quickly—thank you for helping with that—and there’s no use hanging around here for a day we don’t need.”

“We could enjoy just being in Hawaii,” Tyler said, his mind racing on the possibilities that he could make it back out Lopaka’s family’s place—and that he could convince Lopaka to let his brothers and uncles truss him up and gang bang him. “There’s an evening helicopter flight over all of the island that you could—”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get paid for the whole week,” the Korean interjected. “I can use you on Guam as well as here. I’ll keep you for the whole week.”

Tyler shivered. He’d heard that Rhee had a sex torture chamber in his Guam house.

“I’m taking a shower,” the Korean said. “Get dressed and pack. Not you,” he said, pointing to Ted. “Want you again. Then you can get dressed and clear out. Your money’s on the table over there.”

“I need to get something at the pool that I left there,” Tyler said, thinking fast. “The desk told me they’d found it, and it’s at the pool desk.”

“OK, do that and get back up here.” He snapped his fingers at Ted, pointed to the bathroom, and headed in that direction.

As Tyler slipped on a Speedo, a T-shirt, and sandals, and looked around for whatever he didn’t want to give up—including the $6,000 he found on the table, of course—and stuffing that into a backpack, he listened to the sounds of water running and sex. Rhee was fucking Ted in the shower and Ted was finding out all over again that Rhee could reach the back of his throat through his ass. Tyler shrugged and left the room.

He could only hope that Lopaka was on duty at the pool.

All the way down in the elevator, Tyler was still undecided. Go back to Guam with Song Rhee and enter the world of high-paid male hooker for as long as his looks held—be knocked about and treated like a slab of meat with his legs slapped open at the whim of some cruel rich slob. Or desert that life and Rhee and go home with Lopaka to face Lopaka’s possessiveness—but his young, very nice cock.

When he got to the ground floor and walked out onto the pool terrace, Lopaka was just brushing past him and didn’t see him. He quite evidently was following a man in his thirties who had a good face and a few extra pounds on him. The man looked around to ensure that Lopaka was following him. They took the path that would go by the garden room that Lopaka used to service the guests.

Feeling a flash of anger, Tyler turned and went back to the elevators. Who was Lopaka to dictate that Tyler would be exclusively for him while Lopaka continued fucking hotel guests for advantage and money? But then wasn’t he, Tyler, scheming how he could have Lopaka and his brothers and uncles at the same time? And maybe what he saw didn’t mean what he thought it did.

But it did mean that. Tyler veered away from the elevators and came back out to the pool and took the path around the building. When he reached the stand of foliage outside the patio door into the garden room, he saw the man on his back on the bed, legs spread and bent, and Lopaka between the man’s legs, doing pushups on the man’s ass. The man was holding Lopaka’s slim hips between his hands. His head was lolled over toward the patio door, and there was a look of passion and complete satisfaction on his face.

At 2:00 p.m. the plane that Song Rhee and Tyler were in was taxiing away from the terminal at the Honolulu international airport. Tyler looked out and fancied that he saw Lopaka, only in the sarong he wore to give pool service at the Royal Hawaiian, running along the rail of the observation deck, waving at the airplane. Tyler pulled the window screen down and turned to pay attention to Rhee, who was already whispering in his ear what he planned to do with Tyler in the torture chamber under his house that night.

Tyler nodded his head and smiled. The Korean was fingering Tyler’s basket.