Anais Ninnies

Michael smiled at the blonde one slowly, as if they had spent an eternity together. He saw the catlike eyes flare in naked surprise at the look in the newcomer's eyes. Hunger. Sharp desire. No man had ever looked at him in such a way before. Adam flushed and turned his head, spackling his shoulders with a few precious drops of water.

They had been on the island for a week now. A week since The WrestleVessle had gone down in the middle of one of the worst recorded hurricanes ever to hit the Bahamas. Adam had watched his fiancée drift away from him in the rushing water as the main ballroom flooded. Somehow, he had found a rather large piece of wood, broken off from the wreck of a nearby schooner. He had maintained a dead man's float and dogpaddled for hours before finally spotting an island in the distance.

It was a small speck of a place, not very wide, but lush with forestation. He collapsed on the beach and slept for what might have been hours. Upon awaking, he started to see Mike Manna hovering over him. He had briefly met the newcomer, but knew little of the slender, tall man who offered him half of a papaya and urged him to stand.
"I thought I was the only one." He had said reflectively. Adam noted that the man wore only the tight denim cutoffs of his ring uniform, his bare, tanned limbs still dripping with water. An inexplicable desire rose within him, but his first thought was of Allana.
Michael shook his head, "I haven't seen anyone else. But it's a big island. Maybe someone will show."

That had been about a week ago. Adam knew by now that they had little-to-no chance of getting off of this rock; just as slim were his chances of seeing his beloved Allana again. Michael was gently sympathetic to his grief, guilt and remorse. Their lives had settled into a comfortable routine; mornings of food gathering before the sun beat down on them too heatedly, swimming in the afternoon to keep themselves limber, and light conversation to keep their minds in working condition.

They survived off of coconuts, papayas, pineapples, and bananas. They both yearned for meat or bread of any kind, but scarcely complained.

Adam was haunted by Allana. She seemed to shadow his words, his mannerisms, his thoughts. He barely noticed Michael's growing frustration with the young blond firecracker.

Michael was in lust. Deep, roasting hot lust. He was boldly bisexual, a fact that was well-known in the locker rooms. Everyone respected him, and he in turn attempted to resist finding his coworkers attractive. But being alone in paradise with the boy was driving him nuts.

"Michael, have you ever been attracted to another man....sexually?"
The words made Michael's cock throb to an instantaneous life. Aware of the innocence of Adam, he crossed his legs and said, "Yes. Why?"
Adam looked off into the fading sunset, "No reason." He said heavily.
"Does that bother you much? That I've been attracted to a man in my life?"
Adam frowned, "Why would that bother me? I think other guys look alright."
"I'm bisexual, Adam."
The young blond wrestler's eyes goggled open hugely. "Oh!" He uttered sounding absolutely shocked. Michael grinned. "Why did you ask me that question?"
Adam's eyes snapped closed. "I...uh...nothing!" He got up briskly, "I really have to go to sleep."
Michael bid him goodnight, and crawled up to his own nearby pallet. His dreams were haunted by the image of Adam's smiling mouth slowly lowering to plant a kiss on the tip of his dick...

Water. Water everywhere. No matter where Adam looked, there seemed to be more of it, blue, covering his ears, his eyes, his nose.
"Allana!" He shouted. "Allana!" He dove beneath the water but saw nothing, then deseperatly surfaced, "ALLANA!"
Suddenly, she was before him. Her hair, her face, her clothing all glowed radiantly. "Allana?" He panted.
She shook her head gently, "Adam, my love, I'm beyond your help."
"NO!" He shouted, knowing the meaning of her words too well.
She cupped his cheeks between her hands, "Hush, darling. It's all right. You'll go on and find another love."
"WHO?" He wailed animalisticly.
She laughed, "If you cannot love the one you want, love the one you're with."
"You...Michael?" He whispered.
"Yes, darling." She laughed again, softly, "Be gentle with each other."
"But.."
She slowly sank down into the waves, and just before she went beneath them, she gently whispered "Remember me."
"ALANA!" He screamed one last time, awakening and shooting up in bed. Something was pressing him down, something; he hit out.
"Hey, stop it!" Michael yelled, catching his fist.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"You were screaming." Michael iterated, his one hand still on Adam's cheek. Suddenly, the blond stilled. He noted the concern in Michael's eyes, though clouded with lust and hazed that they may be. Moving on pure instinct, he nuzzled the hand that held his cheek.
"Adam." Michael stated, and, as if to answer the chestnut-haired wrestler, he flickered his tongue against the palm of Michael's hand.
The grave expression on Michael's face slowly gave way to a sensual smile. "Do you really want to do this?"
Adam nodded shyly. "You'll have to teach me what to do."
Michael scooted closer to the blond, his left hand caressing his knee. Were those not the same words he had uttered to Scott six years ago? He would be far more gentle with The Enigma, however, than the Raven had been with him.
Tentatively, he moved closer. Their lips grazed and pressed.
"Kiss me as if I were a girl, Adam." Michael instructed, pressing his right hand against Adam's left shoulder blade.
Adam didn't hesitate a moment longer, opening his mouth and inserting a passionate tongue into Michael's starving mouth. Quickly, he reciprocated the desire Adam showed, suckling upon it gently. In their passion, they crawled closer together, enjoying the sweet taste of each other's mouths.
Adam let out a little gasp as Michael slipped a circling finger around his left nipple. He broke the kiss, feeling Adam's passion.
"Your tits are sensitive." Michael noted, drawing simultaneous circles around each pink bud. "Do you like to have them tugged?" He watched Adam's eyes droop into slits beneath his practiced touch, his head nodding imperceptibly. Soon he rolled the delicate twin nubs between his thumb and forefinger, twisting lightly. Adam had sunk backwards against a nearby palm tree, His back arched seductively.
Michael couldn't help but note the bulge pressing firmly against the fly of Adam's jeans. His strong, sanguine features strained with desire as Michael bent forward and lapped hungrily at the hardened left bud.
Adam let out a strangled cry of passion and grabbed huge handfuls of curly chestnut hair, arching his chest against Michael's mouth. He had guessed right; his other lovers had never touched the gorgeous blonde's nips, or they hadn't bothered to give them the satisfaction they so obviously craved.
Michael alternated between nipples, tugging and pulling at them with his teeth, sucking gently with his strong mouth, lapping at them with his tongue.
He looked up into Adam's sex-distorted features. He knew it was time to move on to the semi-main before the audience filed out, so to speak.
He quickly reached down and unbuttoned the blonde's fly, yanking the jeans free of his body. Michael grinned at the obvious tenting of Adam's black Calvin's, and ran his tongue up the length. Adam's grip on his hair tightened and his breathing became even more uneven. With a smile, he pulled his shorts off completely, leaving them in a small pile behind him.
He gazed upon the blonde's gorgeous cock as if it was the Holy Grail. To him, it might have been. It seemed about six inches, uncircumcised, resting in a bed of blond curls. His only conscious thought was of how much thicker he was than Scott. Then the sound of his own sucking mouth on Adam's dick cut off any semblance of rationality.
Adam actually screamed when he went down on him. Michael grimaced momentarily at the sound, and then at the thickness of Adam's member. Lord, he was out of practice. Most of his oral experience had been keeping his mouth open and sucking while Scott mouth-fucked him. Adam seemed too stunned for that rough approach; he was on his own. Carefully, slowly, Michael began to work his mouth up and down the luscious stick, paying attention to the knob of his sex. Occasionally, he would pull off completely, satisfying himself with a simple lapping of the very tip of Adam's sex, then again swallowing him whole. Then, Michael completely pulled him out of his mouth, jacking Adam's cock off while he sucked on his balls.
Michael watched the blond intently. Oh yes, he was getting close. His chiseled jaw had dropped low, his tongue slipping just slightly over his lips, his hands tightening in Michael's hair. He decided not to hesitate in bringing Adam off entirely. He cupped the boy's balls in his hands and, rolling them in his palm, sucked the entire cock down his throat to the root.
Adam let out yet another scream-come-yell, rearing his hips backwards and then forwards, blasting a hot stream of cum down Michael's throat.
Michael swallowed hungrily. It had been a long time, he reasoned, coming off of Adam's cock. He stood, shucking his own shorts and underwear. Too long.
Adam's eyes slowly drifted open, suddenly coming to wakefulness from a near REM state.
"Thank you." Adam breathed huskily.
Michael smiled painfully, "Any time, Adam."
He sat, gawking at Michael's penis. He hadn't seen another man's dick fully erect, his open mouth suggested.
"Can I..." He hesitated, almost embarrassed, "Can I touch your cock, Michael."
Michael almost groaned from relief at the question. He led the boy's hand to the root of his cock. "Play with it," He moaned, "Like it's your own."
Adam got the picture. With sensitivity and sensuality, he jerked Michael's cock to a throbbing, wet-tipped erection. Michael groaned, fucking Adam's fist, his head thrown back.
"Play with my ass." He gasped softly.
"Huh?" That seemed to wake Adam from his dreamy cock-endued stupor.
"Stick your middle finger up my ass." He groaned. Adam tried to do as he obeyed, by Michael grabbed the finger and suckled it wetly. "Now!" He begged. His whole body jumped as Adam complied.
"Finger-fuck me," He whispered. Adam seemed astonished at the tight, clean state of Michael's ass. "How does it feel?"
"Tight. A little wet." He laughed softly, "Like a pussy, only hotter."
Michael contracted his muscles around the fingers, "Like that?"
Adam nodded.
"Wouldn't you like your cock up there?"
Adam shook his head.
Michael felt an immediate disappointment.
"I want you to put it up mine."
Michael felt his own jaw drop. "You want me to fuck you?" He asked in utter disbelief.
Adam nodded shyly, "If you wouldn't mind. I've always wanted to know what it feels like."
Michael looked around frantically for some lubricant. It would be doubly-tough this time, because of Adam's virgin status. Finally he decided his saliva would be as good a lube as any.
"Squat over my face," He instructed Adam, lying down on the sand, "I'm going to rim you while you blow me."
Adam seemed far beyond nirvana when he did as Michael instructed, spreading his thighs. Michael stared up at the beautiful pink hole, winking at him from between tanned cheeks, "Yummy," He murmured to himself, dragging Adam down closer to his swirling tongue.
Meanwhile, Adam was experiencing a few technical difficulties with Michael's cock. He tried to deep-throat him, but the sheer length of his dick was too much for his anatomy. He settled for sucking a little over half of the member down, jacking at the rest of the staff and playing with his lover's balls.
Michael groaned luxuriously, his tongue running long, damp circles around Adam's pink, puffy asshole. His lover enjoyed the same cleanliness Michael did, and he had no qualms about stuffing his tongue deep into the throbbing orifice.
Adam shrieked, confirming his sensitivity, wiggling his ass downward at Michael.
Michael grinned gamely, barely able to breathe. Soon Adam's man-pussy dripped with saliva and he thrust his hips backwards from Adam's mouth.
"How would you like it?"
Adam gave his lover a puzzled look.
"What position would you like? On your back? Your knees? Straddling me?"
Adam's heart began to beat faster, "On my back, I think." He said.
Adam lay down flat on his back. "Spread your legs wide, baby." He urged roughly. Adam grasped both of his feet within his hands and jerked himself upwards, exposing his pink asshole to Michael's throbbing nine inches.
"Are you sure you want this, baby?"
Adam nodded, "Fuck me, Michael. Give me your dick."
Michael carefully popped his cock into Adam's hole. Slowly, inch by inch, he sunk into the muscular loveseat. They were both sweating and gasping from the effort. Adam felt a slight twinge of discomfort, but he seemed to be made for such loving, and his hole excepted it's new lover gratefully.
"Damn, you're tight," Michael hissed, his cock hitting bottom.
"You're so big." Adam moaned, teasing his nipple, "Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me hard!
Michael pulled his entire length from Adam's gaping hole, then jammed it right back in. Adam groaned from the pleasure and pain of it.
Michael varied the rhythm between them. Slow, fast, slow, slow...But soon Michael's hips were moving in sharp, even strokes, and Adam lay beneath him, hunching, one hand filled with tit and the other filled with his newly hard cock.
"Please, oh please, please make me COME!" Adam half-shrieked. Michael was happy to oblige him.
It was soon too much. Michael began to lose it first and Adam, noticing his lover's hasty pace, feeling the throbbing of his hot cock within him, began jacking his own off faster and faster.
Michael came a few seconds before Adam, his face buried in the Enigma's shoulder as his cock spilled forth a hot stream of seed into Adam's willing hole.
"Oh, you're coming!" Adam wailed, giving his cock a final squeeze, "I can feel you coming." His load spilled forth, coating his chest and stomach with white love goo.

They lay together, panting, enjoying a last, slippery kiss between them. Michael knew he would never let his blond Enigma go again. And Adam, completely satisfied, knew that Alanna was right. He would love the one he was with, and worry about the future at a later date.

"Damn, you're good." Michael yawned, before falling asleep. The last sensation Adam would recall from that night was the exquisite feeling of Michael's cock slipping out of his stretched asshole, slapping wetly against his thigh as it shrunk in satisfaction.


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