Jun and the Islanders

"Wow, this island sure is nice!"

Jun Nakamura shielded his eyes while he looked at the sun. He was in absolute paradise. The pathway he strolled along was lined with beautiful palm trees, and the cool tropical breeze felt good in the pleasantly warm, sunny weather. After checking into Santa Rosa Island Resort, on the tiny island nation in the Caribbean, he thought to explore the area a bit. On a sign, he saw directions to the marketplace, and decided to head there. He wanted to buy some souvenirs for his family, and a thank-you gift for his manager for letting him go on this trip.

Jun was the most popular male idol in Japan. He was worshiped by legions of teenage fans for his boy-next-door charm, sweet and innocent demeanor, and his incredible dancing skills. After months full of concert rehearsals, acting jobs, and TV appearances, Jun was exhausted and desperately needed this vacation.

Each shop had various knick knacks that one would expect to find in an island resort gift shop. Jun got some magnets and such for his mom and sister, but couldn't find anything that would suit his manager's taste. What does he like anyways?

Despite the fact that Jun's manager had been working with him for several years now, Jun didn't know much about the man. He knew his last name, Yoshida, but not his first, he just always called him Manager-san. He was always cool and collected, punctual and precise, the ideal manager for getting Jun through his busy schedules. Jun felt bad that he had been in his manager's care for so long and didn't even know what kind of things he would like! He would need to find out more about his manager once he got back to Japan.

In the meantime, he wanted to continue looking through the shop, but nothing really caught his eye. Not even the fancy wine that was apparently made with berries that they grew right there on the island. Jun had no idea of his manager's hobbies, but something about the man gave a strong feeling of control. He really doubted his manager drank much alcohol, he couldn't imagine the older, stoic man like him letting loose in such a way. Jun himself was particularly weak to alcohol, and his manager always checked to make sure he wasn't given any accidentally. Though, there was that time at the wrap-up party for that TV drama...

Each shop he went in he could see the shopkeeper and all the other islanders watching him closely. Jun was used to thousands of adoring fans watching him on stage, but something about being stared at in public made him shy and embarrassed.The bathing suit the airport had lended him after losing his luggage wasn't helping either. He was grateful, of course, but wished they were a little bit bigger. They were supposed to be swimsuits, but Jun guessed due to his oversized asscheeks the thin string in the back was completely swallowed up in between the crevice of his ass.

Jun didn't want to be liked just for his body. He was so happy that his fans enjoyed how hard he worked to deliver the best performance possible. But, he tended to end up doing beach scenes or sleepwear photoshoots, where he was wearing less clothing than comfortable. Not to mention his concert outfits were getting more and more revealing, the latest one that his manager showed him was just a crop top with a mesh t-shirt and some shorts. His manager said the outfit was designed for easier movement, and it would look better while Jun was dancing, so Jun agreed to wear it. His manager was always thinking ahead like that, his planning always seemed to come through.

I wonder if I could ask Hayato what to get my manager? He has good taste, he's always wearing those designer clothes. Jun decided to head back to the resort and find Hayato, his bandmate, so he turned onto the dirt path that he thought led back to the hotel and continued onwards.

After a good 15 minutes of walking, Jun realized that this road might not lead back to the hotel after all. He didn't even realize that he had been walking in the opposite direction! Jun was so lost in thought he stopped in the middle of the road and looked down each way. What way did I come from again? Oh no, this always happens to me! Jun seemed to get lost far more than he followed directions, that's why having his manager accompany his schedules was so important. Before they had started doing that, Jun would always end up taking the wrong train, or walking into a hotel across town from the one he was booked in.

Um, I think the way back was this way? Jun continued down the road, in the direction he was originally walking towards. He saw some buildings in the distance, so he got excited! Yes, I think I found it! But as he got closer, he realized that this wasn't the resort hotel after all.

He walked past a fence into what he guessed was a small village. This must be where the islanders live! Jun thought. There were many small houses, their age and construction indicated by the peeling paint and slanted boards used. At the very least, Jun realized, he could ask one of the locals for directions back to the hotel!

The street was fairly busy, with small stalls lining it along the houses, locals selling various produce and goods. It was more crowded than the resort marketplace, and when Jun tried to get somebody's attention he was drowned out by the crowd. Oh no, I'll never get back if I can't find someone to ask for directions! Jun buried his face in his hands and was seriously starting to worry.

"Hey, you lost?"

Jun looked up. In between two of the houses, at the entrance to a narrow alleyway, stood a tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscular man. He looked like a bodybuilder, with his black hair cropped short, and dark skin like all of the other islanders. Jun wasn't that familiar with foreigners, but he didn't want to appear prejudiced, so he decided the man looked friendly enough.

"Hello, yes, sorry, I'm lost, can you tell me how to get back to the hotel?" Jun was nervous to speak English with a foreigner, his manager had hired a tutor for him in preparation for his "global debut", but this was his first time having a conversation in English.

"Lost huh? Looking like that?"

"Uhm." Jun looked down. It was true, he must look very pitiful with only his white t-shirt and too-small bathing suit.

The man looked over his shoulder and called down further into the alley. "Looks like this bitch is lost, boys. What do you say we help him out, huh?"

Jun peered around the man and realized that there was a small group of other locals in the alleyway. They looked like they had been playing cards, probably gambling. Jun realized that maybe these locals weren't so trustworthy after all.

"Um, actually, I think I know the way. I'll find it on my own." Jun started to back up, but before he could make his escape, the tall man grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Hey, no need to worry. We're not gonna hurt ya, right boys?" The other men howled in laughter. "In fact, you should stick with us. Didn't ya hear that visitors shouldn't leave the resort? It's dangerous out here. But don't worry, we'll protect ya." A carnivorous grin spread across the man's face, bearing his shark-like teeth, looking like a predator about to pounce upon his prey.

What Jun didn't know is that was exactly how he looked. The group of local men couldn't have been happier. Tourists didn't usually venture out this far, but when they did, they were treated very well. The men hadn't emptied their balls in a couple of hours (the men of Santa Rosa Island are known to be particularly virile), so they couldn't believe their luck that an Asian twink with a tiny waist and huge, bouncy phat ass was standing right in front of them.

Jun was so intimidated by all of the strangers that he couldn't speak, his face turning bright red. The tallest man, who was also the most muscular, led him further down the alleyway. The other three men were similarly built, handsome and fit. The other thing they all had in common was the enormous bulges in their shorts.

The alleyway was strange. It had trash and what looked like used condoms strewn all over the ground. There's a dirty, soiled mattress and some other broken furniture further away. On the brick walls are graffiti, such an outline of a dick in black paint and some spurts in white paint next to it. There's also various phone numbers graffitied on the wall. It has the smell of old condoms and stale sperm.

"Come on, don't be shy. I'm Andres. And that's Carlos, Tygo, and Gotti," the large bodybuilder said, gesturing respectively to a leaner man with warm brown skin and curly hair, a shorter and stockier but still very muscular man, and then a man that was smaller than Andres but appeared to be cut out of perfect black marble.

Jun's heart started to race. Despite Andre's words of reassurance, he did actually feel like he was in danger. Well, not dangerous exactly. Just that the itch in his hole was starting again. Jun figured being around men with such huge... equipment, must have triggered his JPS. He tried to make his escape, but when he turned around, the group of men collectively gasped.

"Holy shit, the bitch is leaking already!" Carlos exclaimed. Jun stopped dead in his tracks. The man was right, he could feel the familiar stream of pussy juice slowly trickling down his leg.

"I knew you were one of those pussy sluts. Why else would you be coming to our island?"

Jun was boxed in by the four huge men (in more ways than one). He was unable to make eye contact, his gaze drifting towards their crotches. Each one had a huge bulge in his pants, protruding several inches outward. Some of the bulges snaked almost to their knees. Jun couldn't help but stare in amazement at how big they were, the subtle itch deep inside him soon turning into a ravenous hunger. He'd never seen cocks as big as these before.

The men noticed Jun's staring, he was not subtle at all. The confusion, mixed with an almost instinctual hunger, shone in his eyes. They looked at each other, grinning like they had just won the lottery. They began to unzip their pants, hauling out their fat, oversized python-like cocks. Jun let out a high gasp when he saw the massive tools.

"Get on your knees," Carlos commanded. Jun was nervous and embarrassed, but his cock hunger and JPS itch had overtaken those emotions. Before he realized what was happening, Jun dropped to his knees, face to face with the man's monster cock. The tip was nearly the size of a baseball, with a bubble of precum at the slit that slowly dripped to the ground in one long strand. Jun's own hole was responding in kind, producing more of that slick juice so that the back of his legs were completely coated in the natural lube.

The man grabbed his semi-hard cock and slapped it across Jun's face, leaving a splat of pre-cum on the twink's cheek. He grabbed Jun's hair and pressed his dickhead against the idol's lips. Jun didn't open his mouth at first, he was still shellshocked over the sheer size of the man's cock. The drooling cockhead rubbed across his lips, leaving a gloss of pre-cum on them.

"C'mon slut, open wider for papi!" Carlos taunted.

Jun couldn't help it, he darted his tongue out of his mouth and licked the pre-cum on his lips. As soon as the substance hit his tongue, it was like he entered an altered state of mind. That was all it took. The pre-cum sent signals through his whole body and told him it was time to feed. His hunger screamed in his ear, COCK COCK CUM COCK!! Over and over again, and before Jun could even comprehend what he was doing, he found himself trying to force the man's monster cock down his tight little twink throat. He struggled, his eyes getting teary, his throat trying to stretch and accommodate the monster dong. Finally, Jun was able to at least fit the whole head into his mouth, as the cock spurted out more pre-cum directly onto his tongue. It traveled down his throat, slicking it up and making him produce almost as much drool as his pussy was.

Jun was so hungry that he tried to fight the choking and gagging, he wanted more of that cock. He was able to get the first couple of inches into his throat, but the poor twink's throat wasn't as flexible as his pussy. He still wasn't able to deepthroat cocks, even with all the training and help he got from Hayato.

The raven-haired idol pulled off the monster cock, making a huge mess of saliva and pre-cum, mixed together in ropes connecting the man's cock to Jun's lips as the twink gasped for air. "It's... it's too big!!" Jun protested, as if that would make any difference.

"Come on, bitch, don't forget about us!" The other three men started slapping Jun's face with their cocks, leaving stains of pre-cum on his face and in his hair. Jun was overwhelmed, surrounded by such huge cocks stoking the hunger and itch inside his pussy. The normally shy and reserved Jun was replaced by a cock-devouring slut. He started to suck each of the cockheads in turn, stroking the others while he got one slick at a time. The cocks were so thick that his fingers couldn't even fit around them!

Jun's pussy felt hot and itchy, the juice soaking through the bathing suit that the airport provided. Underneath him, the leaking juice formed a puddle, filling the alleyway with the sweet scent of premium pussy in heat. The smell entered each of the man's nostrils and their cocks seemed to harden in response, their balls plumping up as well. Unfortunately for Jun, his juice seemed to have the effect of making the men even hornier and more aggressive.

Carlos grabbed the pretty twink, whose lips were currently stretched around his cock, by the sides of his face and pulled him closer. Without even moving his hips, he pulled Jun's head in and out, fucking the boy's throat much like how you would use a fleshlight. Every time he hit the back of Jun's throat and the Asian twink gagged a little, he pulled out, but each time he pulled Jun down even harder, trying to dig deeper into some prime Japanese twink throat.

Much to Jun's surprise, he found himself halfway down the man's enormous dong. He looked up at the man with his big puppy-dog eyes, proud of himself, since this is the deepest he'd ever swallowed a cock.

The man just sneered at Jun. "Alright, that's it. Time to feed this bitch my babies." The other men chuckled and egged him on. Without breaking eye contact, the man pulled his hips back and pushed Jun away, then... SLAMMED his cock down Jun's throat, battering past his gag reflex and stuffing the poor twink's throat with as much cock as it could possibly take. The pain of choking and gagging fought the pleasure of having his throat stuffed, the cock lodged so deep in his throat that he didn't even have to swallow the pre-cum dripping down.

"FUCK YEAH! This Asian bitch is getting fucking face-reamed!" Jun could hardly believe the assault that his throat was receiving, as the man fucked it like Jun was just a sex toy for his pleasure.

Ggggh... Ggggh... Ggggh...

Gagging sounds filled the alleyway as Jun's face got pummeled. His eyes tearing up, he started to struggle for air. He tried to pull off so he could breathe, but the man was relentless with his cock assault. Finally, he bent forward and pushed his crotch as hard as he could into Jun's face. Carlos roared in ecstasy as he unloaded his balls directly into Jun's stomach.

Jun's Adam's apple worked overtime as he tried his hardest to gulp and chug down that hot, nasty sperm without choking. Each jet of cum sent signals directly to his brain, further activating his JPS. A part of Jun's mind briefly remembered that oral treatment doesn't tend to solve severe cases. His throat expanded and contracted with each gulp. He couldn't believe how hot and creamy the load was.

"That's it, boy, eat it all up, better not waste any of papi's jizz." Carlos was still cumming as he slowly pulled out from Jun's sloppy mouth, finishing off the final spurts with a facial all over Jun's face. His long eyelashes and flawless porcelain-like skin was absolutely caked in cum from a huge islander cock. Jun's mouth was still full of jizz, and the twink obediently gulped the remainder down, then opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out to show that he'd been good and swallowed it down just like he was ordered to.

It's... really salty and kinda bitter, but... I love it!!

"Th-thank you!!" he sputtered, while he cleaned off Carlos's cock, making sure he got every last drop of that delicious sperm. The man wiped his fingers on Jun's face then held them out in front of him, teasing Jun like a carrot on a stick. Jun couldn't help himself as he licked the man's finger, sucking it in and swirling his tongue around.

"Fuck, don't forget about us!" Jun had, in fact, momentarily forgotten about the other men, so overtaken with his ravenous hunger for sperm.

"Yeah, we ain't finished yet. My boys and I got some more loads for you." Andres, clearly the ringleader, chuckled and wagged his rock-hard cock in the air, enticing and inviting Jun.

"Alright, we know this bitch can use his mouth, let's see what his pussy game is about." Gotti said as he easily lifted Jun up by grabbing the waistband of his bathing suit, pulling them straight up. The bathing suit material was quite thin and cheap, and due to being absolutely saturated with JPS pussy juice, it tore into pieces.

Jun was pushed face first into the wooden wall of the alleyway as the men pawed and grabbed at his huge, perfectly round muscular yet bouncy globes. The men were totally awestruck at the size of Jun's ass. It was fucking MASSIVE especially for a little Asian guy. It was hard to understate the beauty of Jun's ass. No, it wasn't just that a cute, slender yet tight dancer body had a nice big bubble. It was far too large for him, two big juicy pillowy cakes jutting out. They were unbelievably jiggly and bouncy, the perfect ass for twerking, while still maintaining a muscular tightness. In between the two pale melons was a bright pink hole, slit-shaped, opening and closing slightly as it leaked goo down his taint and onto the ground.

"Damn, look at how pink and tight this bitch's pussy is! Do you think he can even take our dicks?" The shortest man, Tygo, said to his perfectly cut friend.

"Only one way to find out, man." Andres replied, the two men devilishly grinned at each other.

"Fuck man, look at those cakes. Making me fucking hungry, boy!" Gotti joined in, then licked his lips with his long, broad tongue. Jun couldn't help but notice that the man's supersized proportions seemed to extend to his tongue as well. He took a big gulp of air as a glob of juice leaked out of his pussy and splattered on the ground.

"Spread those fucking cheeks so I can eat." The other men helped out by grabbing one asscheek each, their hands just barely grasping those globes, while the third man got down on his knees.

"EEEK!" Jun let out a gasp of surprise as he felt something warm and wet pushing against his twitching pussy. Gotti started out licking around Jun's hole, punctuating each lick with a little love bite on Jun's bouncy cheeks. Jun was quickly moaning and groaning from the intense sensations of getting eaten out. He started to drip even more, arching his back, bending forward, and pushing his glorious bubble butt against the man's face.

Hnnngg!! His tongue is IN me!! Jun gasped as the man's tongue breached his hole and swirled around the twink's insides. It feels so gooooood!!! Jun moaned in response as the man dug deeper into Jun's pussy with his tongue, french kissing his hole while the other men laughed at Jun's stupid faces. The man tonguing his pussy used his lips to spread Jun's cuntlips while his tongue dug in, lapping away at Jun's juices.

"Damn, bitch looks fuckin' brain-dead!"

"He might be by the end of this shit!" Carlos said with a chuckle.

Jun could feel the pressure building up inside him as the tongue explored every inch of his pussy, the rough yet warm texture pressing against his walls was sending Jun overboard. Oh no, it's gonna happen again, I'm gonna...