Pleasure Island
Pleasure Island
By Apollo Wolf
The following is a work of fiction. It contains sexual acts between two males. If you are not of legal age to blah blah blah blah blah.... You know the drill, If you don't like it or can't take it go away. Comments are welcome and illustrations would be amusing.
"Holy shit Derrick! How did you manage to get passes to Pleasure Island?" I exclaimed as my best friend held out the two brightly colored tickets in his hand.
"Dude, it was so fucked up. I skipped school yesterday and was out at the mall, and then this asshole in a BMW nearly runs me over in the parking lot. He's all yelling at me like its my fault and stuff so I watch where he parks at and I go back later and key his car." He says reaching into the fridge for a Mountain Dew.
"So I'm out there wasting his paint job and he walks up behind me. He just grabs me by the arm! Man I
thought I was dead, but he just looks at me with a real weird smile and says 'Real cute boy, that's nice
work how about this for your payment' and he hands me the tickets. He tells me where to meet the bus and then tells me to get lost."
Derrick leans back in his chair and pitches his now empty dew can into the trash. He looks at me and
smiles.
"So Pete, you coming?"
"Hell yes, I'll just have to ask my folks."
"Dude, screw that, they'll just tell you no, Just sneak out tonight, you can sleep over at my place so
we can be there first thing in the morning."
I'd never snuck out of home before so I was a little unsure, but the look Derrick was giving me was all the encouragement I needed.
"Sure, I'll come over about midnight."
Later that night I put on some fresh clothes and stuffed some things in a backpack and went out through
my bedroom window, a one-story house makes this much easier. I never used to do this sort of thing, was a perfect little angel. But all of that changed when I met Derrick. Since I'd met him I've gotten in more trouble in the past year than I had my previous sixteen. At 17 I was still small for my age and
despite being a junior in high school I was often mistaken for someone in junior high, which really
pisses me off. But Derrick transferred into my school and took me under his wing.
He was everything I wasn't but wanted to be. He was tall with long brown hair and deep blue eyes, he was already shaving and on more than one occasion I've heard him bragging about the size of his dick. But he was always getting into trouble, and more often than not, behaving like an ass. He'd even been in Juvee once for stealing. But he was always nice to me and I'd gone along with him on a lot of stuff.
Somehow this night was different though. My heart pounded with excitement as I made my way along the few blocks to his house. I'd never spent the night with him before and wasn't quite sure what to expect. I got to his house and a quick look in the driveway told me that his parents weren't home, which wasn't unusual they were a way on business a whole lot.
Derrick answered the door; he took my bag and tossed it up the stairs.
"So any trouble getting out?"
"Nope."
"Cool. You want a drink, I swiped the key to my dad's liquor cabinet."
Before I could answer he was in the kitchen pouring me a shot of whiskey. I flopped down in one of the big leather recliners in the living room and kicked back. Derrick comes in, hands me the glass, and falls into the other chair with the bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. I gulp down the shot and cough as the whiskey burns in my throat; Derrick takes a drink from the bottle with practiced ease.
"So, *cough, cough* do you think all they say about Pleasure Island is true?"
Derrick just shrugs.
" I suppose so, but I've never met anybody who's been there. All I know is they say you can do whatever you want and you won't get into any trouble."
I nod as he moves to pour me another shot.
"Yea sounds good, maybe a little too good."
"Aww you worry to much."
A few hours later, with my head swirling, we went up stairs to his room to get some sleep. While I pulled out the futon, Derrick went down the hall to shower. I sat down on the edge of the bed and seemed to space out a bit. I had a bit of a haze in my vision but when Derrick walked back into the room with just his briefs on I did something of a double take.
Now I always knew he was something of an exhibitionist, and I'm sure he was aware I was
watching his every move, but my head absolutely swam as I realized for the first time I was attracted to his beautiful body. Now I'd known I was gay for several years, but thus far I had only thought of
Derrick as my best friend, nothing more. Everything about him was perfect, from his long powerful arms and legs to his smooth and well-defined chest and abs.
He kept walking back and forth in front of me from the dresser to the closet as he packed a few small things away in a bag. Every time he passed close by, my focus was drawn to where the gray cloth of his underwear hung tightly around his hips. I watched the way his tight little butt moved as he walked and swooned over the bulging package held up front. I felt an erection begin to stiffen in my shorts, so I quickly rolled into bed away from him and covered up. I thought I heard a small sigh from him but I figured I had imagined it, but I'm sure I heard him say, "Good night Peter" as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
We were both jarred awake the next morning to the sounds of some hard rock blaring out of Derrick's
clock radio. Despite some mild hangovers, we both got dressed quickly, grabbed our bags, and we were out the door in minutes. There was already a crowd of young boys cramming their way onto a pair of busses parked at the mall as we walked up. Most were buzzing about how great Pleasure Island is, some claiming to know more than others, but none of them had ever been there either.
Derrick and I found a pair of seats together aboard the first bus in line. As I sat there and looked
around the bus I noticed most of the boys seemed to be in their mid to late teens, and, I had to admit to myself, most looked really cute. All of them looked to me like they would be troublemakers, a few punks, several spoiled rich brats, and even a few that seemed like they lived on the streets and were carrying everything they owned.
"Hey, there he is," Derrick says as he elbows me in the ribs, " that's the guy who gave me the tickets."
I look out the window where a black BMW had pulled up to the front of the bus. A large man in a dark blue suit had gotten out and was now talking with the drivers of the busses.
"Are you sure?" I ask him. "How would a guy like that get tickets to Pleasure Island?"
"I don't know dude, but that's definitely him."
We watched as the lead driver reaches into his pocket and pulls out a large roll of bills and hands it to
the man in the suit. Then the scrawny blond kid in the seat in front of us turns around to talk to us.
"Say, that guy gave you your tickets, too?" He all but squeaked.
"Yea, what of it?" Derrick shot back.
Scrawny just ignored his sarcasm and went on, " So where'd you meet him? I ran into him outside of school when I was leaving detention."
Derrick nodded and lobbed this one to me, " Look here you little dip shit, No one cares! So turn the fuck
around and shut the hell up!" I snarled at him.
He just looks like he's about to pout and mumbles "look whose talking" and a few other swears and sits
down. Derrick elbows me and grins.
Before long the two buses loads of boys get rolling. Derrick started to nod off after the first hour and I
kept finding myself marveling at how great it felt as he rested his head against my shoulder, or how
incredible it was to have his thigh pressed so close to my own.
Close to two hours later, we pulled up to a pier where a large ferry boat was waiting. I nudged Derrick awake as all the boys started jostling to get off the bus.
"We there?" he asked while rubbing his eyes.
"Nope, gotta take a boat. Pleasure Island, remember."
"Shut up, smart ass."
We all pile out onto the dock and shove our way up the ramp to the boat, which takes off almost immediately. It gets up to what seems like a very fast cruising speed through the open waters and, in about twenty minutes, we arrive at our destination. The fortress like walls rising up from the rocky shores and the dark mist hanging in the air lent a very foreboding atmosphere to the island.
"This isn't what I expected," I mumbled to Derrick as he hands me my ticket.
"This is just the outside. Give it a chance will ya, look there's the gate."
I look up ahead as a brightly-lit pier in front of a massive steel gate comes into view. A tiny chill moves
down my spine as we get closer, a nervous excitement building within me. All of the other boys are standing along the rail, staring in gap jawed amazement, as we pull up to the dock and the huge doors begin to swing open.
The bright light of crystal clear day spills out into the foggy murk surrounding the outer walls. Carnival
music and the scent of popcorn and hot-dogs floats in to the air on a light breeze. As soon as the
gangplanks hit the deck, the mass of young men charge them and hit the shore at an all out sprint.
The mad rush slows slightly as some older guys in colorful uniforms at gate take each boy's ticket and
stamp their hands with a rubber stamp. They said it was for readmission to the park, but that strikes me
as odd, since there is nowhere to go outside of the park's walls. Though confused, I let them stamp my
hand anyway. I look at the mark left behind and notice that in the rush only about half of the design was transferred, unlike the full image on Derrick's hand. It looks like some sort of animal surrounded by the words Pleasure Island, with the words in red ink and the animal, some sort of horse maybe, in brown.
The stamp is quickly forgotten as Derrick pulls me along into the park. Giant roller casters loom in
front of us, each screaming along their tracks, just waiting for the riders. Row upon row of buildings off
to the right seem to be all manner of arcades, pool halls, and even taverns. Branching of to the left of
the main midway is a wide path leading to what appears to be an incredible water park, full of slides,
fountains, and pools. I gaze in wonder at it all, not even knowing where to start first.
"Come on, let's hit the coasters first before there's a line," Derrick shouts as he starts to run in that
direction.
I take of after him. As I glimpse off to the side I happen to notice the scrawny blond kid from the bus
jogging over to a building marked "Shootin' Gallery." After a few trips around on some wicked coasters,
Derrick and I stop at a concession stand and find that they have everything from popcorn and candy to
cigarettes and beer, not only that but it's all free. I get a couple hot dogs and a beer while Derrick gets
a large box of milk duds and a pack of cigarettes. I'd never known Derrick to smoke before and it turns out I was right. I nearly fall over laughing when he coughs and gags on the thick smoke.
We both grab a few more beers then make our way to a large arena style building where a number of boys were engaging in brawls both in and out of the wrestling ring set up inside. Derrick tried his hand at the amateur wrestling but decided to call it quits after some brute nearly twice his size powerbombs him to the mat. After a while all the mayhem becomes rather boring so with the heat of the day on we leave the arena and head of to the water park.
Once inside the park we found the locker rooms and the changing stalls, only when I opened my bag, I realized I had forgotten to pack a swimsuit.
"Shit, Derrick, looks like I'll have to skip the pool, I forgot my suit," I shouted over the barrier between
us.
"Oh no you don't," he shouted back, " I planed for this, I brought along a spare."
Though I shouldn't have been surprised, I was still a little shocked when his hand reached over the top of the stall and presented me with one of his rather skimpy speedos. Now I am fit enough despite beingsmall for my age, but I'm not nearly as comfortable wearing next to nothing in public as Derrick is.
"Uh... I don't know about this, man."
"Just put it on and quit you whining, nobody's even gonna notice you."
Still nervous, but with no other options, I stripped and pulled on the tight little garment. Once I was
sure all of my bits and pieces where covered and not overly obvious, I opened the door of the stall to find Derrick standing there wearing nothing but a smirk and a similar swimsuit.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight. The sight of his tanned and toned body was as close to heaven as anything I had ever imagined and the bulge in the stretchy speedo was even more impressive than it had been in his briefs the night before.
"Good, it fits. Looks good on you, too," he said, smiling before giving me a slap on the ass.
I smile back a little sheepishly and glance down at myself. I have to admit, it was something of a thrill
to stand there with just a black and orange tiger stripped speedo on. And to be standing there next to
Derrick in his matching zebra striped speedo was almost too much for my hormone-flooded brain to cope with. I started to feel the fabric tighten a bit as my cock began to swell, so I quickly decided to make a run for the pool.
Derrick was right, nobody paid us any attention in our speedos. Several other boys were also wearing some, while others just swam in anything from their street clothes or underwear to a few of the more daring (or more intoxicated) ones wearing nothing at all. We spent the next couple of hours horsing around and riding the many different water slides. I had to try very hard not get overly excited every time I touched his nearly naked body or felt him brush against my bulging crotch.
Next thing I know Derrick is jumping out of the water and walking off to the locker rooms. I scramble up after him and follow into the stalls where we left our things. I went into one of the stalls and started to peel of the wet speedo when I heard the door open. Derrick stepped in, still wearing his speedo, and shut the door behind him.
"Pete, do you ever masturbate?"
I was so surprised by the question I dropped my towel and just starred at him. Derrick stepped up closer to me and took my hand.
"Pete, I feel so horny for some reason. Do you, umm... wanna, you know, whack off?"
He looked at me longingly and started to massage his bulging package with his free hand. My heart raced, as I seemed to loose the ability to speak, but I nodded my head yes.
Derrick placed both his hands flat against my chest as he looked me in the eyes and he kept licking his lips. We were both breathing heavily as he slid his hands down my body to my waist where he took hold of the slick fabric of the speedo and began to peel it down revealing my young but extremely hard 6 inch cock. He gave it a gentle squeeze before standing upright. He then slipped his hands into his own skimpy swimsuit which was now absolutely straining to hold in his wood and started to slide it down his legs. As he bent over to strip off the suit, it brought his face excruciatingly close to my throbbing cock. It was so close I could feel the hot rush of his breath flowing over it.
When he stood up I got my first clear look at his dick. It was incredibly thick and at least seven and a
half inches in length, it was standing straight out and up at a 45-degree angle. The skin looked so smooth and milky white compared to the dark pubic hair and golden tan that surrounded it.
He grasped his dick in his hand and began to slowly slide it in and out along his shaft, as I found myself
doing to my own rigid cock. Derrick smiled at me as he jerked his meat faster rubbing his thumb across its swollen head. My hand sped up and down my own pole, my legs shaking all the while.
I intently watched him work his rod for several minutes before he switched hands and milked a few
drops of clear pre-cum into his waiting hand. He stopped stroking and pulled my hand of my cock. I
shuddered as I felt his hot hand squeeze my dick, adding a few drops of my own liquid to his in his
hand.
Derrick took up position slightly off to my right and used his lubricated hand to start gliding over my
cock. I was in heaven as he worked my erection back and forth. I felt weak in then knees, my eyes closed slightly and a slight moan escaped my lips. I looked over at Derrick and he was smiling broadly, clearly enjoying using my dick as a plaything. He would stop from time to time to knead the sensitive flesh around the tip or gently stroke the inside of my thigh.
Feeling a surge of desire, I grabbed onto his dick and began to stroke him. I took my time and cupped my hands around his circumcised head and large glans and even fondled his balls. The soft curly bush of hair at the base of his cock seemed to tickle my hand after each inward stroke. Derrick responded by groaning in approval,
"Yea, Pete, that's good. Work my cock, yessss...."
Derrick was squeezing me harder and working his hand faster and faster. It felt so wonderful I actually
began to thrust my hips in time with his jerking, forcing myself further into his grasp. I found myself
concentrating on a single bead of sweat glistening on his chest. I watch as it slowly dripped down along the smooth skin of his pecs to stop right above his left nipple. Without even thinking I bent over slightly and liked it off his chest, gently kissing his nipple as I pulled away. He moaned louder as I stepped up the pace on his cock as well. Before long I felt myself approaching a climax and knew I couldn't hold it in much longer.
"Derrick... ugh... I'm gonna cum...." I warned him.
Derrick just grunted and picked up the pace of my penis massage. My head swam as an intense orgasm
rocked my body and I blew my load all over the side of Derrick's leg. Derrick came in great gobs into my hand just a few moments later, as he continued to stroke my
cum slickened cock.
I felt my knees buckle beneath me and needed to sit down on the bench, I enjoyed the cold feeling of the metal on my ass. Derrick sat down next to me and smiled at me as he brushed some of my hair out of my eyes. I sighed happily as I sat there feeling perfectly content.
"You ever wonder what it tastes like," I heard him ask.
"What what tastes like?"
He held up his hand with some of my cum glistening on it. Slightly shocked I looked down at my own hand wet with his juices. He took hold of my hand and brought it up to his mouth then took a long lick starting across my thumb and going across my palm and fingers then across the back where he licked the cum that covered the admission stamp we had gotten earlier inthe day.
"Mmmm... man that's not bad, you try," he said as he offered me his hand with my cum on it. I quickly
slurped his palm and tasted the thick salty fluid, it wasn't what I would call delicious but I think I could
get used to it.
And as quickly as we had started it was over. I found myself leaning toward him wanting to give him a kiss but Derrick jumped up and began to towel off and get dressed.
"Come on Pete, we've got more of the park to see!"
I reluctantly cleaned off and got dressed as well as my mind tried to process what had just happened. Was Derrick gay, too? Did he feel the same about me as I did about him?
We spent the rest of the day gorging ourselves on the food, ridding the rides over and over, and visiting
the parks other attractions. Derrick showed me how to shoot at the pistol range and I taught him a few
wrestling moves back at the sports arena. We also spent an hour or so cruising around on some ATV's at the dirt track.
Later that evening, it seemed as if things were winding down in the park as fewer and fewer boys we
visible on the midway. We were the only two guys left in the pool hall at the park's largest tavern and had one of the tables set up for eight ball.
"Hey Peter, since your behind the bar, grab me another bar would ya, " Derrick shouted as he lined up his next shot at the table.
"So," I said while reaching into the fridge case, "you think all the other guys have gone home?"
"Naw, I'm sure there's still plenty of them around somewhere, 'sides what do you care? You 'fraid
something's gonna happen to us if we stay to long, Ha!"
I just chuckled as I grabbed a cue and handed him his beer.
"Shit no, I'm mot scared. I just don't feel comfortable without anybody else around."
My shot sailed wide and I scratched the cue ball so I went back to the bar and jumped up on a stool as
Derrick prepared to shoot.
"Shut up and relax will ya. I feel great and I've never had so much fun," he said as he leaned back
against the table.
I started to take a swig from my beer but found myself nearly choking on it instead. As I sat there and
watched, Derrick reached a hand up to scratch at something behind his ear and just as he finished and
dropped the hand away his ear actually began to stretch and grow. Before I could even blink he had
long pointed ears extending almost a foot above his head. Derrick was still looking at me as he began to yawn and I almost did a double take as those large brown furred ears twitched and rotated slightly.
"Dude! Are you ok?" I stammered.
"Of course. Just a little worn out is all," he said nonchalantly as he turned back to the table.
But...but man, your..."
"Would you shut the fuck up, I'm trying to shoot here," He shouted over his shoulder.
This time I came close to falling off the stool I was on. Derrick was leaning far over the table to shoot
and a large bulge began expanding underneath the seat of his pants. If continued to push and swell, then suddenly with an almost inaudible rip of the fabric a dark brown fur covered tail shot out from just above his ass. It stood straight out to its full three feet before falling gently to the floor.
Derrick hadn't even noticed as he turned to me and the tail flicked about behind him, "Hey man, you ok? You look all pale all of a sudden."
"I'm fine but you don't look quite right yourself."
I didn't really find it funny, but either the giddiness
caused by the beer or the strange situation started me laughing uncontrollably and with out warning a loud 'haaaw heee haaaww' escaped my mouth. My eyes went wide and I clamped my hands down over my lips.
Derrick was laughing at me know, " Whoa dude! Nice one... you laugh like a donkey!"
He started to laugh again but instead, the braying call of a donkey was all that was produced.
He stopped instantly, a dumbfounded look spreading across his face.
"Hey...that wasn't... that didn't come out of me...did it?"
I nodded my head, " Yes, and, umm... that's not all that came out," I said pointing at the mirror that lined the far wall.
Derrick suspiciously walked over to the mirror and gazed in.
"HOLY SHIT!!!" he screamed stumbling backwards. He reached up and pulled on his newly enlarged ears, "man... oh, man... what the hell is..." he tripped over a stool and fell down landing on his tail and yelped in pain and shock.
He grabbed the tail with both hands and pulled it between his legs stroking it roughly, " This can't be
real! This can't be happening! Dude, you gotta help me," he stammered
He turned to look up at me but just stopped and starred, his mouth falling slightly ajar. I couldn't
feel a thing but I had an idea about what was happening. I reached up and found that my ears had
just grown in size and where now covered in fur. I bent them over and impossibly managed to look at my ears right in front of my face.
I felt my shorts suddenly tighten and I twisted my head around to look over my shoulder just in time to
see my own long, fur-covered tail rip its way through my shorts.
I managed to keep from screaming but not by much, " Oh shit... Oh Shit! What are we gonna do? What's happening?"
Just then Derrick started to yell out in pain. He was tearing at and trying to pull off his shoes, which had
become distorted in shape as his feet swelled. Before he could get the laces undone though, the shoes flew apart with a tremendous popping sound, the socks shredding as well. Derrick's toes were merging
together, the nails growing longer and thicker, becoming a glossy black. Soon he had two hooves and
from the knees down brown fur had sprouted making his legs look just like a donkey's.
He tried to stand but it was rather awkward for him. He finally managed to prop himself up on the bar.
"Pete, you gotta go find some help. You have to hurry, I can't run like this," he pleaded with me.
I took one more long look at him, his tail swishing slowly behind him, hooves tapping nervously on the
floor, then turned and bolted out the door. As I ran I became acutely aware of the wind blowing past my long ears and the tugging sensation caused by my tail. I also noticed that the park was completely deserted. Every building I looked in was empty.
I was nearing the far end of the island when I began to detect the sounds of men and boys yelling and the braying of more donkeys. I decided to approach cautiously from behind a row of several large crates. Up ahead, hundreds of donkeys were penned into several large corrals where they were being loaded into crates and moved towards a loading dock.
One of the donkeys managed to slip away and started running in my direction. Before it made it to the
crates where I was hiding, a bunch of large men in the red uniforms of the park employees managed to tackle the gray-furred animal. It was struggling to get free then it started yelling.
"No... Nooooo! Let me go... you gotta let me go! I don't wanna be a donkey!!!"
It sounded just like the scrawny blond kid from the bus! The men started to drag him back to the corrals. One of the men, wheezing and out of breath hung back a bit and stopped to lean against the crate in front of me. He took off the red overcoat and cap to cool off, but just then the donkey broke free again and he had to quickly chase after it, leaving the coat and hat behind.
Without hesitating I grabbed the clothes and threw them on to disguise myself. Fortunately, the coat was a long one, coming almost down to my knees, so I was able to adequately hide my tail. I was also able to tuck my ears up into the cap and figured I could pass for nearly normal.
I just had to get a closer look at what was going on. I forced myself to walk at a casual pace as I made my way towards the action. As I got closer, I spotted the guy in the dark suit barking out orders to other uniformed men.
"Come on, come on, get those boys branded. Hurry up! Ya get them branded and they can't talk."
Near the front of the corral several fires were burning with what I assumed to be branding irons
placed in them. As I watched, the group of men the chased down the stray donkey brought it forward. It
was still struggling and yelling as an iron was pulled from the fire and placed against its hide.
"Aaaagh...NOOooo... Hee Haw, Heeee Haaaw." It screamed as its voice cracked and faded into braying.
It continued to bray as it was led away on onto a nearby truck. As it passed by I caught a glimpse of
the brand on its hindquarters. It looked just like the stamp that was placed on my hand when we first arrived at the park.
"All right, we haven't got all night. Get those boys branded before the stamp wears off. And do another
sweep of the park to make sure there aren't any left," The suit guy was yelling.
That was enough for me, so I started to make my way back to the crates so I could get back to Derrick and we could get the hell away from this island. I had just made it around the first set of boxes when another uniformed man walked into view.
"Just were are you going, get back to work," he ordered
I started to stutter a reply when my tail started to fall out of the back of my coat.
The guy gasped, " Hey you're not... you're one of them!"
He was about to yell for help but I rushed him and knocked him into some crates. He must have hit his
head because he was out cold. I started off at a dead run for the pool hall once I was hidden from view of the loading docks.
I was about halfway there when my feet started to ache terribly. I stumbled and fell to the ground as the pain increased and I struggled to get my shoes off. My feet were swelling and contorting into a new shape. It seemed to take an eternity but within moments my feet had finished their transformation to hooves. I ran my hands over the hard glossy black hooves and shuddered at the feeling.
It made running rather difficult but I made it back to the pool hall. I ran in, my hooves clomping noisily on the hardwood floors, and spotted Derrick standing with his back to me by the mirrored wall on the far side of the room. It looked like he had transformed further. He was standing there naked, his clothes in shreds on the floor around him. The brown fur now covered his entire body, except for a bristly black mane running down the back of his head and between his shoulders. His head seemed to be bobbing up and down and his tail was swing side to side.
"Derrick? Come on we've got to get out here..." My hooves slid on the floor as I skidded to a stop. As I
rounded the pool table I finally caught sight of what Derrick was doing in the reflection of the mirror.
Indeed his transformation had progressed. His head was no longer human, the protruding snout and fur were that of a donkey. The fur covered the rest of his body except his hands, which though still human seemed darker in color. What was truly unbelievable was the size of his now gargantuan penis. It was at least eighteen inches long, dark brown in color, and sprang from a large furry sheath.
Derrick was throttling his massive pole with both hands and had the tip inserted into his long snout. He
was bobbing in and out on it as he actually went down on himself!
"Derrick!" I shouted, "what are you doing?"
He jumped in surprise; he hadn't even heard me come in. He looked up at me with such large pleading eyes.
"Oh Pete, I couldn't help it. I kept changing, and when my cock changed, I just got so turned on. Man
I've got to cum in the worst way! Pete, you gotta let me fuck you. I'm so fucking horny you don't even know, please, please you've got to let me fuck you"
He almost started crying in frustration, his cock bobbing about stiffly in front of him.
"Derrick, there's no time. We've got to get outta here. They've turned all the other boys into donkeys,
too..."
He cut me off as he nearly leapt over in front of me and dropped to his knees. He grabbed at my shirt, as he pleaded, "No, I can't go. You've got to help me. I've got to cum so bad, come on I can smell how
aroused you are, you want it, too!"
He started to grope at my crotch where I did have a massive erection. My resolve and determination to
leave melted away as I gazed down at him and his monstrous cock, which was glistening with clear
pre-cum.
I knelt down placing my hands on either side of the long muzzle that was now his face, looking deep into his large passionate eyes. Somehow I found myself even more attracted o him as he was now. I leaned in closeand this time he didn't back away as I kissed him full on his mouth. I didn't fight it as his longer thicker tongue began to push in and probe my mouth. I pulled back, short of breath, his tongue giving me a final brush on the cheek before I stood up again.
I started to literally rip the rest of my clothes off, tossing the red overcoat and hat onto the pool
table. I dropped down on my hands and knees, my tail swishing from side to side, as Derrick moved around behind me.
He lifted my tail up out of the way and placed the warm pulsing tip of his massive rod against my anus. I bit down on my lip as he started slowly pushing in. I expected the pain to be much more severe from
accepting such a large organ in my virgin hole, but the pain quickly dulled leaving only pleasure as he
plunged deeper and deeper into my ass.
I felt the tickle of his fuzzy sheath against my butt and sighed with delight as I felt the coarse fur of
his chest and abs against the skin of my bare back. Derrick started thrusting in and out, we rocked
together locked in a sensual embrace of lust and love. I felt full and complete with his long thick length
throbbing from with in me. I maneuvered my tail around and intertwined it with Derrick's.
As he increased in speed and force, something amazing started to happen. I lowered my head and tried to look underneath myself, at first all I saw was Derrick's legs, our tails swinging about behind the both of us. Then I noticed that my scrotum was starting to swell, my balls grew larger and larger and the now familiar brown fur started sprouting.
My own rock hard prick was nearly bursting with arousal as Derrick continued to slam into me, but as I
watched, my dick started to swell and expand. My cock continued to stretch longer and as it grew thicker it also changed color to a light brown. My penis kept on changing as fur rapidly spread across the rest of my body. My face didn't feel any different but I could tell my hair was longer and formed a mane trailingdown onto my back. The fur also seemed to stop at my wrists although my hands had changed to black in color.
Derrick persistently pounded away in my ass and I felt a surge of arousal radiating from my modified prick. A fuzzy sheath had started to form, pulling my cock up and holding it against my stomach. My cock kept growing longer and thicker until it was bobbing heavily directly underneath my chin. Without even thinking, supporting myself with one hand, I reached down and grabbed a hold of it and brought the large glans up to my mouth and began sucking on my own cock. I was in ecstasy as I savored the taste of my own meat, drinking up the pre-cum that leaked forth in a steady stream.
By now my ass was feeling a little numb. Derrick's hands quivered on my back as he reached his climax. Suddenly he was shooting load after load into my rectum, hawing loudly. The increased pressure in my ass drove me over the edge, I came in my mouth, swallowing as many blasts from my cock as I could, but some spurting out and pooling on the floor beneath me.
Derrick collapsed onto my back and I happily supported his weight, his cock still filling my ass and his hot breath rushing over my neck. But before he could make a move to withdraw, he started braying again, I watched as his hands uncontrollably contorted into fists, began to turn a glossy black, and became a second set of hooves.
He backed up, slowly pulling out of my rump. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at him. He had nothing left that was human, only a donkey was left. He trotted over to the mirror, stumbling a bit as he grew accustomed to walking with four legs.
He barely held back sobbing, " Oh man ... what am I gonna do? This can't be happening..."
Standing up I walked over to him, my large dick swaying in front of me as it began to soften and
retract into my sheath.
"Derrick, we've got to get away from this place. From what I heard it'll wear off. I think this stamp causes it."
I showed him the partial stamp still visible on the back of my now black hand. I took a look at myself in
the mirror and had to laugh. Except for my hands and face I was completely covered in brownish gray fur. My hands were a dark black, almost matching the long mane running down between my shoulder blades. My tail was still flicking about behind me, and of course there was the large plump sheath into which my penis had retreated.
I walked over to the pool table and picked up the red coat I had stolen, I went to put it on when I felt
something in one of the pockets. Reaching in, I pulled out a stamp pad and one of the rubber Pleasure Island stamps.
"Hey, look at this..."
Just then we both heard a group of people outside, our large ears perking up instantly.
"You two, check in there, we'll check the pool hall."
I stuffed the stamp back in my pocket, " Come on Derrick let's get out of here!"
I started to make for the back door when Derrick trotted up, " Hey, get on, I can probably run faster
than you can."
I climbed up onto his back, straddling him, fortunately the fear of being caught overrode the
eroticism of the situation. Derrick started off at a quick gallop, sliding only slightly on the hard
floors. We breezed out he rear entrance just as a pair of men strode into the hall from the front.
"Head for the front gate," I shouted as I put my arms around his long neck to hold on.
In no time made to the immense steel gates at the front of the park, they were locked of course but I
doubted we could have opened them even if they weren't. However, it only took a few minutes of
searching to find a smaller door nearby. I jumped off Derrick's back as he turned then reared up and kicked the door open.
This led us out onto the docks. The main ferry was nowhere in sight but a small motorboat was tied up
dockside. Though he almost fell, threatening to capsize the small craft; Derrick finally got his large
frame situated somewhat comfortably in the boat. A quick pull of the cord and the motor started. The
noise attracted the attention of some of the park employees who must have been just inside the gate, but all they could do is shout helplessly as we sped away into the fog.
It's been a couple of days since we escaped from Pleasure Island. We managed to find a small abandoned shack on the beach to stay in while our bodies returned to normal. Derrick is finally standing
upright again and if I conceal the tail, ears, and huge penis, I can go out in public again.
The only reason I can figure I didn't change all the way is because of the incomplete stamp I was given.
Derrick is still horny as hell and we find ourselves having sex several times a day. He says that when he gets all the way back to normal he wants to play a little with the stamp to see if he can get and keep
the huge cock. Plus, we both have a couple of guys back at school we both would like to have a little fun
with...
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