Since my man Friday came into my life it has become one big holiday. He is ever ready to please me and does all the things around the place. He hardly allows me to lift a finger in effort. So I have time in my hand to spend in leisure as I chose. Usually I woke up late, ate the brunch that he would have prepared and then went into the cool ocean to have a bath. Afterwards I would lie in the open palm thatched cottage that I had made enjoying the breeze and a nice afternoon siesta. Friday had spread thick layers of leaves on the floor and covered it with a palm leaf mat that he had made with a little help from my Swiss and this special quality bed made the siesta even better. Once in a while when I woke up Friday could be found taking a nap on the platform that made up the cottage at a discrete distance. And the moment I stirred he would jump up ready to serve the needs of his master, meaning me!
But that day when I went to the pond where I took my bath I found that somebody was there before me. It was Friday. I had never found him taking a bath, but he must have since I always found him clean and never smelly at all. But today I turned the corner and spied him through the undergrowth having a swim in the pond. I watched fascinated as he stood in knee deep water and stretched. He was facing me but he could not see me unless I moved. I held my breath. His was a magnificent figure. Around six feet, two or three inches shorter than me he looked a God etched in ebony. Lean muscular thighs, big firm bums, six-pack stomach, deep chest, erect nipples in the middle of a small aureola, broad shoulders, long graceful neck, sculpted face with curly hair. His beautiful eyes and thick full lips had attracted me from the time that I laid my eyes on him. His body would have made the blood of any red blooded female boil and in my case male. But this was the first time that I was seeing his member. The only cloth that he wore regularly always protected the said member. I had a fair idea of the size of it, but today was when I could see it in full unfettered grandeur. It was to say the least enormous. It stood straight and proud in the breeze. I wanted to run towards him, grab him by his waist and take the luscious piece into my mouth. Maybe I had been too long away from an ice cream or a lollipop. But I was not sure what would be his response. Whether such a thing was prevalent in his culture. Whether he would run away from me in fright. Although he was my slave would that change the way things stood between us? I did not want to lose the only human contact I had. So I waited while he finished his ablutions and made his way up the rock in the opposite direction to where I was standing.
I woke up with a raging hard on. I turned around and found that Friday was also sleeping beside me. I turned on to my side and looked at him. Unlike the usual he did not stir even though I made a sound when I moved. He was in a deep sleep. The breeze along with the bath he had had obviously made him very drowsy. Then I discovered that his cock was still standing bolt upright and he had still not put on the small piece of loin cloth that usually protected it from prying eyes. I slowly slid towards him without making any sound. The sight of him was like a feast for hungry eyes. Unlike the usual tribesmen he wore no ornaments. He hardly had any facial hair except a small tuft under his lower lip. His smooth chest glistened like bronze in the evening sun. There was a small lining of down that stretched from the navel to his pecker. The bush around his member was more like a closely cropped lawn made up of curly grass. The dark ebony of his penis was topped by a pink glan. The skin on the cock was stretched tight and you could see a vein throbbing on the underneath of the flagpole. His testicles hung down in two huge sacks. All in all it was too tempting to miss. I lost all control and slowly brought my mouth down over the member. His male scent wafted into my nostrils as I brought my face closer. As my mouth touched his penis he jerked and tried to sit up in confusion. I pushed him back with an arm on his chest and he was if anything obedient. I went to work on his cock in enthusiasm. I took it into my mouth as much as possible touching the back of my throat and still finding a bit of it left. It tasted a bit salty, whether from his sweat or the water in which he had bathed I am not sure. I worked the foreskin up and down as I ran my tongue over the glans. I ran the tongue rimming the crack in his penis. Still working the penis I licked the underside of his pole along the throbbing length of the vein. I sucked on the cock and nipped at the tips. I took his balls in my mouth and sucked at that too. Off and on he squirmed in pleasure. When I felt that he was reaching the end of his tether I stopped my ministrations. He looked at me with a dazed expression in his face. I moved my tongue up his body licking his navel and abdomen before moving on to his chest. I licked and sucked at his nipples that were standing up in invitation and nipped at them. Then slowly I worked my way up his neck to his mouth. When I started kissing his mouth it opened in instinct to allow my tongue to work its way inside. I stopped suddenly and then I found that his hand had come up on its own accord and was pushing my head closer. But he loosened his hold as I turned around and pushed my own hard pulsing member into his mouth while taking his own back into mine. Together alone in a small island the setting sun creating a beautiful art in the horizon, the nesting birds creating a wholesome music and with the sea breeze caressing you, going down on your young and handsome lover while he worked on your cock must be the greatest experience that you can have in your lifetime. I fucked his face while sucking his cock in increasing momentum. We came together in a tremendous orgasm. Both of us sucked the cum off each other’s cock to the maximum possible and then collapsed against each other. I turned around with an effort hugged his hard body to mine and with his breath caressing my face went to sleep.
The last thought in my mind was that God must have had this in mind when he made Robinson Crusoe a shipwreck on an alien island in the middle of nowhere. Because this definitely seemed heaven!