Paradise Island Revisited Mike was tired for most of the d..

Paradise Island Revisited Mike was tired for most of the day, having dreamed of getting fucked by different men most of the night. He had woken up to find himself laying in a pool of his own cum. He never had wet dreams in his life and never dreamed about having sex with men. His dream was so intense that he had almost felt that he was actually getting fucked. He willed himself out of bed and headed into the bathroom to shower off the dry cut from his chisel 8 pack and 7” fluid cock. The shower was spacious and it’s walls were mirrored. He turned on the hot water and dunked under the heavy spray. The water felt so good as it cascaded down his head and over his muscular body. As he scrubbed the cum from his body, he couldn’t help but notice his body in the mirror. He flexed, taking in his sexy sculpted muscles. He was a narcissist when it came to his body. He ran his hand down the tight muscles, from his large firm pecs, down to his chisel 8 pack. His cock grew into a healthy, rock hard 9” and stood straight out. He wrapped a soapy fist around his cock and began to stroke himself. It felt so good, that Mike moaned and closed his eyes. He rarely jacks off. He never really found the need to, he always had a woman close at hand to satisfy him. However, he found himself so horny. Without thinking, he reached his other hand behind himself and pushed a soapy finger between his muscular, well developed ass cheeks. When he found his hole he began to probe it and pushed his finger in and out of it. “Oh, fuck,” Mike moaned, “that feel so good.” Without warning he came hard, the cum shot right on the mirror before him. His entire body was flexing and bulging as he cum in long streams. He finally came down from his orgasm high and finished cleaning himself off. As he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, he had no idea that the showers mirror walls were one way mirrors. His private jack off session was recorded and steamed straight to the manager’s office computer. It was well past noon, when Mike made his way to one of the resort's numerous pools. He once again noticed that almost all the guests and the staff were men. He knew he wouldn’t endorse the resort to his social media fans and followers just because of that fact. He realized that the island was definitely geared to gay men, and the straight fitness model made up his mind to leave when he can. When he got to the pool area closest to his suite, he also learned that the resort was clothing optional. He was way over dressed in his Armani swim trunks. Most men in the pool area were either naked or in revealing tiny speedos. Mike found a secluded area of the pool and laid down to relax. When he sat down, a blond waiter quickly came over with a tray in hand and a exotic looking drink. Mike couldn’t help but notice the younger man’s smooth biceps as they stretched the thin t-shirt uniform. The guy should be modeling, Mike commented to himself. The younger man was handsome with smooth, flawless skin, blue eyes, and a muscle packed body. “Complements of the management, sir,” the waiter said in a Texan accent, as he placed the drink on the table beside the chaise Mike was laying on. “Thanks. How long you work here,” Mike asked as he took a slip from the drink. The drink was a mixture of the sweet wine he had the night before, and fruit. “Cody, I’m Mike,” Mike read his name badge. “Six months sir, Mr. Pompeii personally hired me when he was on a business trip in Austin,” Cody's eyes lit up as Mike talked to him. “Where are all the women,” Mike laughed. “It looks like there are only old men here.” “There are some sir, some of the guests bring their wives here,” Cody laughed in return. “You like it here,” Mike took another sip of the drink. “Oh, yes, sir, I love it here,” Cody was brimming. The waiter's attention turned to a group of naked older men who were waving him over, “I'd better go sir.” Mike watched the muscular younger man walk away. When Cody reached the table where the older men were sitting, Mike saw one of the older men groped the waiter’s well muscular ass through the thin white uniform pants. Mike was disgusted and felt embarrassed for the waiter. However, Cody showed no reaction and just stood there taking the men’s drink orders while his ass was groped and fondled. “Mike, how did you sleep last night,” Xavier Pompeii, the manager, approached and sat in a chair by Mike’s lounge chair. “I sleep ok,” Mike knew he looked a mess and tired. “Jet lag can be exhausting. I hope you are enjoying your stay,” the manager takes in Mike’s shredded bare torso. “I probably need to leave soon,” Mike tried to leave without a scene. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. I hope everything is satisfactory,” the man openly staring down Mike’s muscular long legs. “Yeah, I just don’t think the resort fit my tastes well,” Mike looked as an overweight naked man walked by. “I see. However, as I explained when we were making the arrangements, the plane only comes to the island once a week to bring and take guests,” the manager signals to Cody to bring Mike another drink. “Oh, I see,” Mike doesn’t remember being told that but he started to feel the effects of the drink. He felt mellow and relaxed. “Why don’t you just relax and enjoy yourself,” the manager handed Mike the second drink when Cody brought the drink over. “Here, have another cold drink and enjoy the nice calming breeze and warm relaxing sun.” Mike found he was too tired to protest and took the drink from the older man’s hand. “Lay on your stomach and I put some lotion on your back for you. We don’t want that fantasy body of your to burn. The sun here can be very bright,” the manager took a bottle of lotion from Cody. Mike felt so good and relaxed that he didn’t protest, he just flipped over on to his back on the lounge chair. Xavier briefly admired Mike’s wide, chisel back. “Good, boy,” Xavier whispered as he squeezed some lotion on to his hands and started to apply it to Mike’s muscles.